Sarahphina’s finds (5-3-13): MOVE YOUR ASS Edition.

3 May

So I’m trying to be healthier about stuff.  Ugh.  I know, how boring.  Luckily for you and me, there are sneaky tricks and fun products to make boring things like water and greens and exercise more exciting.  Let’s go.

  • Play hide-the-kale.  So.  Kale is gross.  Anyone who says otherwise is a liar liar pants on fire.  Still, the internet and people on TV tell me that kale is “good for me,” so I’m trying to eat more of it.  A kale salad can be refreshing, with the right dressing and accoutrements (have you tried the All Hail, Kale salad at Veggie Grill?  Because YUM), but crafting the perfect kale salad is something I’ve yet to accomplish in my own kitchen.  But I have learned the glory that is kale chips.  They’re like salty delicious thin thin thin potato chips….only they’re made of of leafy greens!  WHAT THE WHAT?!  I also try to be sneaky and cram kale into smoothies, where I can’t taste it.  Kale, blueberries, 1/2 a banana, 1/2 an apple and almond milk is DELICIOUS.

    Is there something in my teeth?

    Is there something in my teeth?

  • Get a funky water bottle.  Slamming H2O is easier when you have a bangin’ water bottle.  I adore these glass bottles from Lifefactory, My Lifefactory bottle, may it rest in peace, was the best water bottle I ever owned.  Machine washable.  And unlike plastic or aluminum bottles, my water always tasted fresh and clean, and I could toss in lemons or limes or iced tea or even iced coffee without worrying how I would get the taste out.  They are glass and therefore not industructable (mine died a cruel death on the pavement, alas), but the silicone sleeve keeps them protected from normal wear-and-tear type damage.
  • Rock booty-caressing yoga bottoms.  Ok.  These Mossimo pants show such amazing love to my rear bumper that I love wearing them.  My community center yoga studio has mirrors, too, so I can shoot an appreciative look at my exquisite heinie as I downward dog.  And they’re 15 bucks!!!
  • Treat yourself to a scented relaxation bath.  I adore Dr. Teal’s Epsom Salt Soaking Solution in Lavender after a long day.  The epsom salts soothe aching or tense muscles, and the delicious lavender scent clears my head and takes me to the Provencal lavender fields in my mind.
  • Listen to Queen.  So.  Queen is probably the best band of all time, right?  That’s hypothetical, because OF COURSE Queen is the best band of all time.  Well, Queen also happens to be the best band ever to work out to.  I click on my “Couch 2 5K” iPhone app, crank up the Queen, and running becomes almost enjoyable, rather than the soul-sucking torture it used to be.

Bam.  Healthier.

On an unrelated note, I will no longer be writing weekend posts.  I know!  I suck.  But my schedule is so nutzoid right now that it’s really  not possible. Therefore, go get your bangin’ weekend on, and I’ll be back on Monday!  Woot!

 

 

 

 

Mmmm….hair treatments.

1 May

So I don’t cook.  Like, at all.

Still, I don’t let my lack of skill or talent keep me from being a Wizard in the kitchen.  If you should happen past my kitchen window on a lonely Saturday night, maybe when Dusty’s out of town, you’ll see me there, bent over a simmering pot, as I craft concoctions, prepare potions and mix magic elixirs…

…for my hair.

It’s true.  I can barely prepare myself a square meal and have zero interest to learn.  But I have undying enthusiasm for mixing ingredients in a bowl and mashing the contents into my hair in the quest for softer, fluffier, shinier, bouncier locks.  Olive oil?  Check.  Honey?  Check.  Avocado-and-banana mush?  Double check.

So.  For your brewing, mixing and mashing pleasure, I offer you five of my favorite hair recipes and treatments.  The ingredients for all (well, most) of these can be found in your kitchen.  Also, keep an eye on me the next time I’m at  your house, lest I sneak into your kitchen, surreptitiously raid your pantry and dump the contents on my head.

1. Oil Treatments.

Ok, so you probably saw this one coming. After all, my love of coconut oil has been well documented.  And when it comes to how-tos for using coconut oil to have the best hair of your life, I’m still a fan of this one by my pal Amelia.  But did you know that you can also use Extra Virgin Olive Oil  for pre-walk-out-the-door touch-ups?  Rub a little (A VERY LITTLE) in your  hands and lightly brush your hands over the top layer of your hair to moisturize and tame frizzies.  I will also rub a little EVOO into the ends of my hair to smooth and prevent split ends.  Read here for Olive Oil masks and more ways EVOO can help your hair.

Here I am with coconut oil in my hair and a face mask on my face. Because dignity is for suckers.

Here I am with coconut oil in my hair and a face mask on my face. Because dignity is for suckers.

2. Lavender refreshing spray.

I’m cheating with this one, because this receipe uses lavender essential oil rather than fresh lavender, and essential oils aren’t really a kitchen thing.  But whatever.  My blog, my rules!  Lavender refreshing spray is awesome for those of us with curly or wavy  hair.  On days when I don’t want to wash or rinse my hair, I spray it all over with lavender refreshing spray, rub in a teeeeeeensy bit of Shea Moisture Curl Enhancing Smoothie, and I’m out.  It takes less than three minutes.  Lavender will deodorize and refresh your hair and scalp.  AND THAT’S NOT ALL.  You can spray this stuff on bed linen, on clothes, and gently on your hair and face whenever you need a pick-me-up.  I found this recipe for “Lavender-It-With-Love-Spray” in Lorraine Massey’s book, Curly Girl:  The Handbook (she actually gives TONS of natural hair recipes, so check it out).

You will need:  2 quarts water, 5 drops pure (not synthetic!) lavender essential oil.

Steps:

1.  Fill a large pot with the water.

2.  Cover the pot, bring the water to a boil on high heat, then turn the heat down to low and simmer for one hour to get rid of impurities (Check occasionally to make sure the water isn’t boiling away).  (When I’m preparing my spray, I only boil the water for 10 minutes.  Seems to work just fine–Phina)

3.  Remove the water from the heat, add the lavender oil, stir to blend, and replace the lid.

4.  Let the lavender water steep until cool, then poor it into spray bottles.

5.  Store extra lavender spray in a cool place.

3.  Beer hair!

I hate beer.  I think it tastes gross and it makes me feel bloated and heavy.  But  beer is super good for shiny, bouncy hair!  There is a lot of enthusiasm for beer shampoo, but I personally prefer ye olde beer rinse.  Here’s what I do:  Take some beer (I just use whatever is handy) and leave it out for a day or two.  You want your beer to be flat and room temperature (like the Brits drink it!  ZING!).  Wash and condition as normal.  In the shower, slowly and carefully pour the beer over your entire head, making sure it hits all your hair.  You may have to flip your hair upside down to get the underside.  Leave it be for about two minutes.  Then, and this is the hard part, turn the shower to cold and rinse it out.  I’m a giant baby when it comes to taking cold showers, so I will actually get out of the shower, wrap my body in a warm towel and just duck my head into the cold water to rinse it out.  Shiny, bouncy  hair without the threat of hypothermia!

My beer hair brings all the boys to the yard.

My beer hair brings all the boys to the yard.

4. A touch of honey.

Honey is good for damaged, dry hair because it is a natural humectant (meaning it holds onto water).  Read this article for more information on why honey rocks.  First off a rule–DO NOT APPLY HONEY TO YOUR HAIR ON ITS OWN.  It will create a sticky, awful mess.  But every month or so, a touch of honey added to your conditioner will give you smooth, soft hair.  Work it in from roots to tips on wet hair after shampooing, and let it sit for about five minutes.  Rinse off using (gulp) cold water.  You can even try adding honey to your oil treatment, as this blogger did.   (I’ve never tried a honey/oil combo, but it’s on the agenda for my next at-home spa day)!

5.  Apple Cider Vinegar me, please!

I’ve written before on why it’s awesome to drink ACV, but it’s also great to pour it on your head.  Apple Cider Vinegar is awesome at removing product buildup and adding smoothness and shine!  For a simple hair rinse, just mix one part ACV and one part water.  Carefully pour over your head as you would with a beer rinse.  Let it set a few minutes before rinsing in cold water.  I like to ACV rinse after shampooing but before conditioning–although others swear that an ACV rinse makes conditioner not necessary.  ACV also makes a bangarang scalp treatment to get rid of product buildup.  Mix a tablespoon (ish) of ACV in with your conditioner and massage it into your scalp.  Wrap in a plastic bag or a warm towel and chill for about 10-30 minutes.  Wash and condition as normal, for gorgeous, flake-free hair.

Alright, kitchen witches.  Go forth and beautify.

UNRELATED:  Today is my Mom and Stepdad’s twentieth wedding anniversary.  Congratulations, Jennifer and Michael!

The Ways Weight Weighs

29 Apr

I’m in a foul mood today.

I just went to put on a pair of shorts from last summer, and they don’t fit.  I can barely fasten them.

What. the actual. fuck.

If I’m honest with myself, though, I knew it was happening.  The last month at my old job left me so anxious and freaked out that I was stress eating, not sleeping, and never exercising.  I’ve been more on track with eating well and exercising since going out on my own, but not enough to undo the damage.

And if I’m even more honest with myself, I’ll have to admit that in the past few months, my demand feeding has gotten completely cocked up.  I’ve become anxious about what I should and shouldn’t eat and deprivation has led to binging and blah blah story of my frakking life blah.  Since quitting my job especially, I’ve been eating for convenience and “well, this is my chance to eat”-ness and NOT eating because I was hungry.  My food would be gone and I’d realize I’d barely tasted it but it didn’t matter because I had fifteen minutes to get to my next gig and I had to GO!

I’m so ashamed.  Not only for having gained so much weight, but for feeling bad about it.  I mean, my whole deal is about body acceptance and self-love.  I think the body shame women (everyone, really, but especially women) are subjected to by our culture is total bullshit.  And it SUCKS having to recognize that no matter how much I criticize our body-shaming culture, I’m still a part of it and affected by it.  I know better, but I still feel shame about it.

On top of that, I don’t actually mind how I look.  I can see that my body is a little different than it has been for the past few years…but I don’t think I look bad in this slightly bigger body.  So then I feel stupid for not hating  myself like I’m clearly supposed to.  So then I do hate myself just like I’m supposed to, but then I look in the mirror and I still think I look ok but I know that no one else thinks I look ok, but do I really care what they think anyway and I don’t except I kind of do and spiral spiral spiral.

I don’t even know what to do with these feelings.

So. Where to I go from here?  Do I go on a diet?  Recommit to demand eating and try to more mindful?  Say fuck it and accept that this is where my body is going to be now?

I logged on to Weight Watchers–a program I lost a ton of weight with once before–and almost re-joined.  But while WW definitely works in terms of weight loss, I still don’t feel like it’s what is right for me just now.  I’m not interested in seeing numbers on a scale go down.  I just want my clothes to fit me.  But I’m not willing to make food the enemy again, and I’m not willing to pride myself every day on how little I’ve eaten (this isn’t true of everyone on WW, but it was true for me).  My goal is to become more in tune with my body in all things–including eating.  I want to strive to eat when I’m hungry, eat exactly what I want, and stop when I’m done.  It sounds so easy!  Why is it so hard?

Anyway.

I’ve decided to be kind to myself.  I joined a Community Center last week and I’ve been going to yoga and pilates as well as using the elliptical, treadmills and weight machines.  Exercise isn’t the enemy it used to be–now I actuallyalmost  like it.  It’s become an almost pleasure to exercise because I know that exercising is how I can best be kind to my body.  I get enough sleep, because I need sleep to best be kind to my body.  I get out in the sunshine, because I need sunshine to best be kind to my body.  Now it’s time to add my food into that.  Preparing my own food rather than buying stuff to take on the go.  Taking time to eat when I’m hungry, rather than forcing myself to eat when it’s convenient.  It’ll be hard, but it’ll be worth it.  I will do these things as best I can.  I don’t know what my body will look like.  But hopefully I can find that place where I am fit and comfortable and happy.

Still me, even when my weight gets wacky.

Still me, even when my weight gets wacky.

A Very Figaro Birthday.

28 Apr

Yesterday was Figaro’s birthday.  He’s now 6 years old.  A quick google search led me to this Wikipedia page (no joke, “cat years” has its own Wikipedia page), which tells me that my precious little Fig is 40 in people years.  Hm.  You’d think he would have better manners.

As much as I would like to have Cat Birthday Parties, my cat’s particular (dickish) personality does not lend itself well to socializing with any living thing.  Instead, He got lots of pets and “It’s his birthday!”s from yours truly.

He was in a really weird mood, though.  Rubbing his face on EVERYTHING and purring violently, and then freaking out and walking in circles and yowling and slashing at us.  He was all agitated.  And as much as I knew it couldn’t be true, I started to wonder if he knew it was his birthday and maybe having mixed feelings about getting older.  I mean, 6-slash-40 is no joke, and, really, what has he accomplished in that time?  I mean, I’m his Momma and I love him–but he’s hardly written the Great American Novel or anything.  But then I realized that he was buggin’ out because I HAD FORGOTTEN TO FEED HIM.  That’s right.  I forgot to feed my cat.  On his birthday.  WORST CAT MOMMA EVER.

So.  In honor of Figaro’s birthday, please see a gallery of The Best of Figaro.

Sarahphina’s Finds (4-26-13): Grab-bag Edition

26 Apr

Happy Friday, kids!

You may have noticed that I went dark on Wednesday.  I totally did.  I had such a great post planned and zero time to write it and I had a headache and I worked all day and blah blah and…..sorry.  Missed y’all.

But it’ s a new dawn and a new day and I have a whole bunch of links for you to check out.  So let’s go!

  • This HuffPo article on why creative people are so complex is almost two months old now.  It did the Facebook circuit, but I only just read it a few days ago.  If you haven’t, check it out.
  • My awesomesauce friend Katie introduced me to Eve in Eden, an amazing boutique in the Pearl District of Portland.
Vintage Kelebek Turkish Necklace ($175.00, Eve in Eden).

Vintage Kelebek Turkish Necklace ($175.00, Eve in Eden).

…and then I went nuts reading The Gloss.

"Snow Sloth" by Phillip Light

“Snow Sloth” by Phillip Light

And we’ll leave it there.  Happy Weekending!!

 

A Spark(s) of Something Special

22 Apr

If you follow me on Twitter, you probably know where I was last night.

That’s right.  The Sparks concert.

Oh, you’ve never heard of them?  Well, you’re in good company.  Because despite a prolific career that spans over four decades, and despite being SUPREMELY AWESOME IN EVERY WAY, they never achieved the kind of fame they totally, totally deserve.

But because knowledge is power, here is the link to their Wikipedia page.

The More You Know

Photo from technobuffalo.com

My boyfriend, Dusty, first introduced me to Sparks in late 2011.  He quickly became ob-sessed and got his greedy hands on their entire catalogue (that’s 22 albums, beeteedubs).  For about eight months, nothing but Sparks played in our house.  We would power-watch Sparks videos on youtube.  We’d have drunken duets to “Thank God it’s not Christmas” and “Falling in Love with Myself.”

It’s easy to develop a Sparks obsession.  To start, they are killer musicians.  Russell (the singer) has a super-human range and an awesome voice.  And Ron (piano player) is just.so.good.   These guys are fucking geniuses.  And I love their theatrical sound with clever, quirky lyrics.

And then there’s their crazy performance style.  Ron sits at the piano totally deadpan, moving as little of his body as possible, dramatically scowling at the audience and doing crazy shit with his eyebrows.  Russell, meanwhile, dances around like a happy elf, often in kuh-razy outfits.

Enough talk!  Watch for yourself.

Thank God It’s Not Christmas

Something For The Girl With Everything

Perfume

Rhythm Thief

I KNOW, RIGHT?  AMAZING.

So after a year and a half of checking their website every month or so, we got word that Sparks was going on tour.  And coming to Portland.

Dusty bought tickets immediately, and we spent the next weeks speculating on what they were going to be like.  What would they sing, what would they say, how would they behave (this is not a random question—some interviews from early in their career are bi-zarre)?

So fast forward to last night.  It was just the two of them, no backup band (the title of the tour is “Two Hands, One Mouth,” referencing the two hands on the piano and solo voice).  No banners or fancy set dressings.  Nothing on stage but a keyboard that says “Ronald.”  Ron wears slacks, a tie, and his trademark pencil moustache and plays piano LIKE. A. BOSS.  There’s less scowling than in videos of past performances, but he maintains his stoic face.  Russell comes out in a suit that would look almost normal if it were not for the short pants (badass) and sings with absolute precision and control.  You’d never know that these two are in their sixties.

The show was amazing.  The music is incredible–these guys are artists of the first degree.  And even better—-they are fucking awesome people.  I had NO IDEA what to expect from them personality-wise, but they were utterly charming, humble, funny, energetic, charismatic, and kind.  They had never played in Portland before (!!!!), and said they loved it and would come back soon.  I WILL GO TO EVERY SHOW THEY EVER PLAY IN PORTLAND EVER.

And when they took their bows, they were gracious and humble and seemed so genuinely moved by the response they were getting (the crowd was going fucking nuts) that I almost wanted to cry.  And in the last encore when Ron broke his stoicism with a huge smile and some old-timey Broadway fancy-feet moves while Russell took his place at the keyboard, it might just have been the happiest moment of my life.

So do your self a favor, and listen to some Sparks.

I just love them so much.

Sparks

 

Final Artist’s Way Check-in, and (duh) Another List.

21 Apr

Wow.

I’m done with The Artist’s Way.

I’m experiencing a very curious loss of words.  What do I say?  Do I try to wrap up just Week 12, or must I say something profound about the entire experience?  Must I make a case for self help books and programs?  Just the creativity-based ones?  What am I supposed to say?

Ok.  Breathe.

I’m not required to write something earth-shattering.  All I have to do is type out my feelings and experiences.  I can do that.

I did The Artist’s Way.  Parts of it were easy, parts were hard.  Parts were enjoyable, parts were not.  Parts were helpful, parts were not.  And while there’s no denying that my life changed during The Artist’s Way, did The Artist’s Way change my life?  Because here’s the thing–The Artist’s Way is awesome.  And the reason it is awesome is that the tasks and exercises were all geared toward helping me discover things about myself, my life, my goals and my ways of thinking that I might not have put my finger on my own.  Julia asked me questions.  And it was through her questions and my answers that my path started to reveal itself to me.  Doing The Artist’s Way demanded that I take myself seriously as an artist, something that I had (subconsciously) avoided my entire adult life.  I never allowed myself to think that I could live a creative life.  The Artist’s Way taught me that I could, and now I do.  But was The Artist’s Way the catalyst for this change?  Or was I already on the path towards that change, and that’s why I sought out The Artist’s Way?

As I type this, I realize that it’s a silly line of questioning.  And also…who the fuck cares?  What matters is that in December 2012 I was one place, and now it’s April of 2013 and I’m somewhere else and I’m just really, really proud and really grateful.

So, in lieu of a check-in,  here is some stuff I’ve learned in the past four (almost five!) months.  Some of it is directly from The Artist’s Way, some is just from my own life and discoveries.  These are the things I hope to carry with me onto the next phase of my life.

  • It is really important to surround myself with the right people.  I deserve to have people in my life who believe in me and take me seriously.   I must be on the lookout for people who are trying to derail me and my efforts.  Sometimes they are sneaky.  I must also be on the lookout for people who give me good energy and inspiration.  There are a lot of them, and I’m so grateful for the people I have.
  • Leap, and the net will appear.  I quit my job, and my life didn’t fall apart.  So far, so good!
  • That thing I really want to do?  I’m probably “meant” to do it.  Whatever that means.  Having a strong desire to do something is a good enough reason to give time and attention to it.  Fuck being “good enough.”  Good enough for what?  To do something I enjoy?  No thanks, I hate waiting.
  • Anger is a sign that my boundaries are being crossed.  This blew my freaking mind when I read it.  And Julia followed it up with this gem–Anger should be acted upon, not acted out.  I must examine my anger, because it’s trying to tell me something.
  • Good criticism will excite me and give me ideas.  Bad criticism will make me feel like a failure.  I must be critical of the criticism I receive.  I must protect my artist from bad criticism.  And I’m working on developing the ability to determine when I’m actually hearing good criticism delivered badly.
  • Playing games and listening to music is a perfectly acceptable way to spend an hour, and is totally capable of making me a better artist.
  • I must acknowledge when I’ve been disappointed.  It sucks to live in that place, but it’s necessary to mourn the disappointment if I want to fully and bravely move on to what’s next.
  • I will strive to do work that “feels” right, and worry less about other people thinking I’m good.  After all, I have zero control over other people’s feelings.  I will concentrate on finding exciting moments in my own work and my own psyche.
  • I really love to sing, and the fact that I’m not the world’s best singer is not a good enough reason to not do it.
  • Anxiety isn’t going to go away.   I’ll strive to become better at accepting it, managing it, and working through it.  I accept that resistance is a part of the creative process.
  • I have something to give.

And, as always–I am enough.

Thank you, friends, for coming on this crazy  journey with me.

Fin.

Fin.

 

 

 

 

 

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