Creation’s Garden Natural Products

I’ve been looking for “more natural, less chemicals” hair care products; while browsing through TJ Maxx a few weeks, ago I found a line of products from Creation’s Garden and thought I’d give them a try.

They all contain Argan Oil. Argan Oil from Morocco creates anti-frizz and exceptional shine to the hair. This 100% pure Argan Oil from Morocco is a superior source of antioxidants and delivers instant shine and long-lasting rejuvenation.

Argan Oil naturally penetrates to moisturize each layer of the hair strand for healthier, silkier, and extraordinarily shiny hair while offering protection from environmental toxins and chemical treatments.

I’ve been really pleased with the results; my hair is soft and shiny, and the curls are softer and less frizzy. They have great customer service, too!

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Creation’s Garden’s® proprietary, technologically advanced nutritional supplements are created with the highest quality certified organic and standardized ingredients at their  licensed cGMP manufacturing facility.

This is what I’ve been using. They’re all reasonably priced under $10.00.
Moisturizing Shampoo with Argan Oil from Morocco
Moisturizing Conditioner with Argan Oil from Morocco
Leave in Conditioner With Argan Oil from Morocco
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Confessions of a Shopaholic

By way of my beautiful-as-a-movie star BFF Cowboys and Crossbones, I got tagged for Confessions of a Shopaholic which is totally and absolutely cool!

Who doesn’t know that I LOVE to shop? Anyone?

It doesn’t matter if it’s a thrift store, consignment shop, TJ Maxx, Ross Dress for Less, Target, or ChanelI love the process of shopping.

I love the colors;  I love to run my fingers through the racks and feel the texture of the fabrics. I can eyeball silk and cashmere from across the room.

Ahh yes, it’s time for another session of retail therapy.

Do you consider yourself a shopaholic?
No. Ha ha. Of course the answer is YES! I will shout it from the rooftops–I’m proud to be a shopaholic!

How would you classify your style?
Sparkles to sweat pants. It depends on what mood I’m in. For example, the launch of my little boat Princess Rosebud called for a nautical theme.Nautical attire

Cozy bedtime attire for sweet Hello Kitty dreams.

hello kitty pajamas and slippers

Or a sexy evening in vintage Valentino at home with the Captain…

vintage Valentino dress

What store can you not leave without buying something from?
I can’t leave Target without buying something. Marshalls and TJ Maxx too. Uh, and then there’s Anthropologie, and H&M. Ummm, the sale rack at Barneys. J. Crew. Geez, I guess I don’t leave many stores empty handed. Sorry, tugboat man!

Where do you find your best deals?
The Barneys outlet, sales racks everywhere, my secret consignment shop.

What designer are you willing to splurge on?
CHANEL CHANEL CHANEL. Chanel GST Black box

Can you hear the angels singing? Isn't it brills?

Can you hear the angels singing? Isn’t it brills?

Do you have a go-to shopping outfit?
It’s usually an all day event; sometimes I dress in skinny jeans and flat boots, and sometimes I dress like I came from the gym which I most likely did. As long as I have my Chanel, I’m a happy girl.

What is your guilty pleasure?
Shoes. Boots. Designer vintage. Jewelry. Diamonds. Opals. All jewelry. Everything is my guilty pleasure. That’s why I feel guilty! Seashells, too.

Via Spiga and Steve Madden (and ChaCha)
Black Boots

Lanvin and Jimmy Choo

Jimmy Choo and Lanvin

What is the one piece of clothing you can’t live without?
Besides my Chanel, I’d choose my skinny jeans from Anthropologie. Well, all of them if I’m being perfectly honest. I love all my clothes! Especially this Missoni sweater with those skinny jeans from Anthro.
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Who is your style icon?
Don’t judge me, but it’s Blair from Gossip Girl and Hepburn and Erica from All My Children. I said not to judge me! Oh, and I love Stacey London.

These are my tugboat captain wife’s confessions.
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I REALLY don’t hate kids… but I’m kinda psssst off

kidindeptstoreHere comes one grubby little hand and then the other, followed by a head with tousled hair and giant eyes looking up at me; yellowish-green snot on its slow journey from nostril to mouth.

It’s almost like watching someone give birth.

Next comes the shoulders and the rest of the body…

“Psst.”

“Psst.”

PSSST.

“Go on. GO. Get outta here. Go back to your Mommy.”

GO!!!

I open the door.

“Who does this child belong to?”

“Would the owner of this child get it out of my dressing room? NOW!”

A changing room at the end of the hall opened and a head sticks out,

“Oh, Alex, there you are. Come to Mommy, OK?”

“No, it’s not OK, you need to control your child. It’s not right to let him wander away from you and bother people, and by people, I mean ME.”

Her response to me was a sound that sounded like a cross between a slight cough and a cat hacking up a hairball.

“Ack” plus an eyeroll.

ACK yourself. And don’t roll your eyes at me. Kindly keep your Peeping Tom DNA out of my dressing room.”

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This happened today at H&M. A child crawled under the door into a changing room where I was in panties and bra.

This is not the first time I’ve been spied on by strange children while trying on clothes.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Nordstrom or Target or Anthropologie or Bloomingdales or a restaurant.  I’ve even been interrupted in public bathrooms.

One time at Anthropologie, that bastion of successfully marketing high priced clothing and home goods to a specific demographic of women who aspire to a certain type of quasi-sophisticated worldliness, I witnessed an encounter between a very polite salesperson and the mother of an unsupervised child who had been systematically destroying the intricate and beautiful window display. (FYI, Anthro is known for its aesthetic window displays.)

She walked over to the mom who was engrossed in the Manic Pixie Dreamgirl dresses with birds and bows and said,

“I’m sorry, but could you ask your child not to play inside the window display?”

The mom’s attitude was one of entitlement and total abdication of responsibility for the actions of her offspring. I left the shop, shaking my head.

I’m a reasonable woman, really I am.

annoy-254x300I’m an empty nester; I don’t  have a young child 24/7/365. But I’m not to be dismissed as an old codger who’s just menopause-cranky from low estrogen levels.

I can say unequivocally that my son not only never ran around like a savage, he never once wandered away from me and became a voyeur.

Please moms, plan for your excursions. It’s not difficult. Bring a small toy, a book, a healthy snack, paper and crayons–that’s all it takes 90% of the time. They’ll be happily occupied and it’s a win-win for everyone. So simple, really.

Parenting Tip #1…Meet their needs before your own. 

I just don’t get it. What’s the theory behind the practice of going out in public with your kids, but pay no attention to them and ignore every damn thing they do?

What type of denial is that?

“Oh, my kid? I have a kid? Oh, I forgot.”

I’m not even talking about the poor babies who are screaming that signature tired scream– who only want to be at home in their familiar surroundings, fed, and put down for a nap.

I just don’t see how those kinds of moms justify pawing through the racks at TJ Maxx when they have a child who really needs some loving parenting–someone who isn’t selfishly shopping for things they don’t really need– and takes proper care of their child.

Come on! It’s not just that you’re ruining my blissful retail therapy experience–although you are–but what about stranger danger and all that? If you can’t see your kids, someone could harm them in some way.  What happened to holding their hand in public?

Sarah Jessica Parker does…sjpandkids

I could say things like why don’t you have fewer children if you can’t properly  care of the ones you have, but that’s never well received, I can tell you from personal experience.

And I don’t mean this. That’s definitely not the answer!kidonleashmoving

I hope I haven’t offended any readers or bloggers who still have kids at home, but I’m really perplexed!

What do you think is the cause and solution for unsupervised children in public?

(Worst of all, I didn’t come away with one single purchase. The Zen of my retail therapy day was destroyed.)

This is a a great article: Get Your Children Under Control In Public

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I tried out for The Next Food Network Star-Sunday Confessions

NextfoodnetworkstarA couple years ago I tried out for The Next Food Network Star but I didn’t make it past the first audition. Apparently, they just weren’t quite ready for a mouthy little vegetarian.

No really, everyone with the production was super nice. They told me I’d fit in well with their team in New York. I’m never going to move there, but it was nice to hear that anyway.

tina-fey-amy-poehlerTina Fey and Amy Poehler ought to host everything. Forever. Watching the Golden Globes makes me think of all the movies I haven’t been in and a few that I was in. Briefly.

I envision myself in the audience at the GG as a nominee and then hearing my name called. I know that anyone who has ever acted at all has practiced their acceptance speech just like me–in the bedroom in front of the mirror, with a head toss and a shaky voice and a tear to wipe away.

My tugboat man has a problem with his truck that necessitated a trip to an auto parts store. We’re toying with the idea of a camping trip to the Grand Canyon–I’ve never been–so we def need a working vehicle. There’s a TJ Maxx across the street from the O’Reilly Auto Parts so I decided to come along for the ride. Hubs dropped me off at TJ and said he’d call me when he was done to come back and pick me up. Perfect. Way better than having him come with me or killing me slowly by forcing me to go to the auto parts store with him. SNORE.

On a completely different topic and because I just heard Lena Dunham mention him–I’m two degrees away from Chad Lowe. A very good friend in college used to  have wild sex with him up in LA. Which means I’m three degrees away from Rob Lowe. Wheeeee!

So…Hubs called me to let me know he was done with buying the spark plugs and blah blah blah, and I should wait out front TJ Maxx for him to pick me up.

When he drove up, I opened the door and he said, “How much for a [insert sexual act here]?”

prostitute pickupIt’s always special when your hubs thinks you’re a prostitute, right?

As an accomplished actress, I fell right into the role.

I’m a natural, you might say.

My answer? A Chanel Grand Shopper Tote, matching wallet, and a vintage 2.50 carat Australian opal ring surrounded with diamonds. Meow.
opal diamond ring

Rats and a “What Husbands are Good For” List

I’m a list maker –and not just for the grocery store, either.

I make lists of things to do, things to buy, projects to accomplish, so why not a list of what makes having a husband worthwhile?

The list can change from day-to-day; sometimes there is really no good reason I can think of, ha ha.

big-blue-bunny-logoBut today I was jonesin’ for a Blue Bunny drumstick with chocolate ice cream.

My captain confessed to me that he had enjoyed one on the tug and he knows that is one of my very most favorite desserts to have for a special treat.

It has about 350 totally unnecessary calories, and I have to feel that I’ve earned it in some way by exercising approximately that equivalent number.

If only I were a few inches taller, I wouldn’t have to be so disciplined, but at only five feet, it’s imperative!

I was on a mission to find me some Blue Bunny, which is kind of a rare brand in my neck of the woods. I went to their website and found a couple of locations. I wasted two hours and never found any; so I had to settle for another brand.  I also took the opportunity to stop at TJ Maxx and a couple other stores, so it wasn’t a total debacle, just a waste of time and gas.

When I got home, I went to work turning the compost which is most def NOT one of my favorite chores.

It’s full of bugs and ants and it’s really hard to do, but I love the results, so I thought of my ice creamy reward and powered through.

RAT!
A while ago — the last time he was home — we were having appetizers on the deck and I ran out to the compost to dump the veg peelings and coffee grounds, which is something I normally do at least once a day.

This is exactly what our compost bin looks like:compostbin

I lifted one side of the lid with one hand and simultaneously threw in the trash.

At that same moment as I was dumping the coffee grounds and cucumber peelings and eggshells, the biggest RAT in the entire western hemisphere jumped out of bin right at ME, onto my FOOT, and it was covered in the trash I had just dumped.

OMG, you could probably have heard the screams for miles. I was beside myself. I was out of my mind.  My captain extricated himself from the deck (a bit slower than I would have wanted) and ran over to where I was sitting on the grass hyperventilating and pointing and still screaming, “Rat, rat, rat on me!!!”

He made a diligent search of the entire area, but could not find the monster. He had the nerve to say that I probably scared the mutant rodent more than he scared me. I was very traumatized. But that’s my captain. He’s very calm in a disaster, which is what you want in a captain.

He’s the turtle to my rabbit, as I always say.

So that leads me to my list of what husbands are good for:

1. When you scream that it feels like ants are crawling all over you, they come and look down your shirt and brush you off without complaining.

2. When you scream that there’s a rat that just jumped out of the compost as you opened the top to add some vegetable peelings, they (while taking their sweet time getting off the cushy swing on the deck) rescue you and offer all kinds of comfort (wine) while you are enduring post traumatic stress.

3. They actually turn the compost, so you don’t have to see a rat.

4. They are great for going to get a shave ice with on a hot day — that’s not really a fun solitary activity.

FYI — I found this cute trinket at World Market; it comes with two hearts and I sent one to my captain in the last package. This way he’ll always have my heart with him.
Here’s what the card says:
Love This box contains two love amulets which belong together one is yours the other is a gift from you to your loved one. This (sic) are lovingly handmade by the Mayans of Guatamala. You should both wear the amulets when you are together.

He carries this with him in his backpack wherever he travels to the four corners of the earth. I hope it keeps him safe when we’re apart.