Well, I’ve backed my first Kickstarter project…

August 29, 2014

butter

Because, yes, this HAS ever happened to me!

ButterUp

And because even Kerrygold is difficult to spread…and because I’m not sure how long, exactly, I can not refrigerate butter...and because my butter bell just leaves me with WET BUTTER…I’ve backed this brilliant new knife in an effort to solve my torn-up-bread problems!

ButterUp

butter bread

Gahhhh, this is brilliant.  I saw it and immediately went downstairs and said to Eric, “I need 12 Australian dollars.” I can’t wait to get mine next spring! 

 

Barbie’s new Instagram account is amazing

August 28, 2014

When my friend Dallas informed me of this last night, my first reaction was, “Great, another rich white girl with tons of clothes to follow on Instagram.” But I gotta say: Barbie’s Insta game is on point

Well-played, Mattel. Well-played.

Just browsin: How to pretend you have full eyebrows when you definitely do not

August 27, 2014

I had to laugh when I read the headline “Women Want Bushy Brows and Are Wearing Face-Merkins to Get Them” on Jezebel last month. Because since I started growing out my brows and penciling them in each day more than a year ago…yeah, I’ve occasionally thought that faux brows would be a nice option. But until eyebrow toupees really take off, I’ve just been using a bunch of products to fake fuller eyebrows instead.

How to Fake Fuller Eyebrows || The Rewm

First, some history: After years and years of waxing (plus the occasional tweezing and threading), I went to a new aesthetician when I moved to Houston who told me my brows were too thin. She still waxed them, but she took a pretty light hand. After a couple years of this, I still wasn’t seeing a major difference and deciding in April 2013 that it was time to let them grow in completely. I really wanted to learn what they actually looked like, preferably before my wedding. (Saving money on waxing appointments and throwing vanity to the wind was a nice bonus!)

A month later, I bought the Ybf Universal Taupe Eyebrow Pencil, after hearing great things about it from Birchbox. The brow pencil was kind of a revelation; penciling in my brows so they looked fuller actually made them look less overgrown. I started using the pencil each day, albeit with a pretty light hand. It wasn’t anything too dramatic, but I liked the overall effect.

Then in mid-June, before I was in my friend Jacki’s wedding, I went to see Craig at Michael Kemper Salon (which is now closed?!) after reading a blog post about his magical talents. I went in with pretty scraggly brows…and walked out with insanely glamorous Liz Taylor arches.

Maybe too glamorous. The look was…a lot for every day. And I sat in the car for like 15 minutes staring at them, trying to figure out what race I was. But I was also completely amazed by the idea that you could fake your brows so effectively. This experience gave me the courage to go a little more bold with the Ybf pencil. Then in August, I went back to see Craig in the hopes that he would could tell me exactly what products to buy and teach me just how to replicate the look myself. That’s exactly what he did, and now I fake my eyebrows every day.

How to Fake Fuller Eyebrows || The Rewm

Here’s what I use to do it…

How to Fake Fuller Eyebrows || The Rewm

Now, if this looks super high-maintenance, it’s because it is. When I first got my products from Craig (which all came in a handy little kit), I used all of them every single day. I’d pretend to be Bob Ross and draw happy little trees on my face each morning, and it took a while because I wasn’t very good at it. (Note: a makeup remover wipe wrapped around your finger is great for cleaning up mistakes!) Good brow days became the new good hair days. But over time, I got better at it, and I learned which products were most important for everyday wear. So with that in mind, here’s what’s pictured…

1. Christi Harris Precision Brow Planer. This is basically a tiny razor for cleaning up your brows; I rarely use it because I’m still committed to growing them back in fully. However, if I’m getting dressed up or have a good reason to look more polished (which is…rare), I’ll use it to remove really obvious hairs.

2. Christi Harris Dark Brown Professional Shadow Pigment. This is for drawing in the outline of your new brows, using the slanted end of the brush in the photo. 

3. Christi Harris Adda Brow. This is my favorite product from the kit and I think it’s the real secret of making faux brows look good. (I also haven’t been able to find anything comparable from other brands.) You dip the stippling brush in the Adda Brow, which has little hair-like fibers, and then dip it into the shadow pigment. Then you stipple it on your face and it builds up your brows with color and texture. It’s some stage-makeup-level shit and I love it. I also like that it’s probably named after a drag queen.

4. Christi Harris Brow Diffuser. You sweep this powder over your brow with the fan-shaped brush when you are all done stippling in your brows to soften the look a bit. The powder is translucent, but I found I had to use a really small amount or it would make my eyebrows look gray. And slightly shimmery. It’s nice for setting the Adda Brow, but I don’t bother with this anymore unless it’s a special occasion.

5. Christi Harris Eye Lift Highlighter. To me, “highlighter on your brow bone” has always been one of those things that does not exist in the real world. Like, it’s strictly something celebrity makeup artists tell you to do and there’s no real point to doing it because it makes no difference? However, I’ll admit that putting this under my brow line with the stiff, straight brush actually does a really nice job of making the whole look more polished. (It also covers up some of the scraggly hairs.) However, it just feels a bit too glam for everyday use, so I don’t bring it out very often.

6. Christi Harris Eyebrow Sealer. This brush-on serum seals the whole look when you’re done! (FYI, you can see an in-depth tutorial of the entire process on the Christi Harris website.)

7. The Ybf Universal Taupe Eyebrow Pencil. This ran out a while back and I haven’t replaced it because I like everything else much better. But it’s good for beginners and the texture really lends itself to hair-like little lines.

After a few months with the kit, I began to only use the Adda Brow and the Shadow Pigment. Then I ran out of the Shadow Pigment and started using dark brown Mac eye shadow and it works just as well. And because I’m lazy and work from home, I don’t bother with the Adda Brow now unless I have a good reason to. Then I got really lazy and just started using Maybelline Define-a-Line eyeliner in brownish-black (which is also my favorite eyeliner) instead of the shadow and brush. The creamy texture is really nice. I’ve been running low so last weekend, I decided to branch out and bought the double-sided Revlon Brow Fantasy pencil and gel in dark brown but I’m not crazy about it. The drier pencil of the texture is just meh, and brow gel is only useful if you have actual brow hairs for it to adhere to, which I don’t.

Because yeah, after 16 months of basically no hair removal on my brow area, I still don’t have full brows yet. I don’t know if I ever will at this point. Which is a bummer because I much prefer the way I look with full brows, and it would be nice not to have to do this whole bit every morning. (I’ve heard Latisse can help, and I believe it because it’s great for growing thicker lashes…but it’s so pricey, I’m avoiding that for the foreseeable future.)

While I love my fuller look now, it actually took me a while to get comfortable with it. The first month or so of filling in my brows with the Christi Harris products, I felt like I looked like Groucho Marx. Logically, I knew that my brows looked completely normal on my face…but because I wasn’t used to the look, they were all I could see when I looked in the mirror. But now I feel kind of naked without my brows on. It’s not a huge deal—I’m pretty comfortable being in public without makeup on—but if I only have five minutes to get ready, I’m going to do my brows.

How to Fake Fuller Eyebrows || The Rewm

(Also, my fake eyebrow is actually obscured by my real hair in the above photo. I had my weave removed at the end of June! I never thought my real hair could grow that long and thick, so maybe there’s still hope for my brows too?)

Should you catcall that woman?

August 27, 2014

At its best, catcalling is really annoying. At its worst, it’s scary. And it’s pretty much always bullshit. So I really appreciated this flowchart from Playboy.

And if you’d like to further mock the creeps who enjoy harassing women on the street, this video from BuzzFeed is on point.

“Deep down I know you’re NEVER jumping in this Ford Escape, girl!” 

Foodstuffs: Pasta al limone

August 26, 2014

I haven’t been living up to my potential with regards to cooking lately, but I was feeling a bit motivated this week and decided to try a new recipe: pasta a limone plus the perfect chicken.

pasta

For whatever reason, I just had a really good night in the kitchen last night when I made this. Everything came together perfectly and at the right time…and without making a huge mess. I ended up with a really lovely and tasty little supper. And! If you halve the recipe (which I did), you’ll still have enough for leftovers, but you’ll also halve your chances of grating off your finger when zesting lemons (which is always a possibility/fear with a recipe like this). 

On the table: Sad and angry

August 25, 2014

Eric turned on the TV while we were eating breakfast yesterday morning. It was turned to Investigation Discovery, and he told me I’d like the show that was on. “Like” isn’t quite the right word for how I felt about it…but I’m glad he convinced me to keep watching. The show was The Injustice Files: Sundown Towns. When we started watching the hour-long documentary (which Al Roker executive produced), they were discussing the murder of a 21-year-old black woman named Carol Jenkins in Martinsville, Indiana.

Carol Jenkins

Everything about it was completely heartbreaking. Jenkins was selling encyclopedias in the sundown town (i.e. no black people allowed after sundown) in 1968 when she became separated from the group she was with. Worried she was being followed by two men in a car, she eventually knocked on the door of a young white couple, who took her into their home. They tried to get the license plate number of the car she said was following her. They called the police…who were mostly concerned with why a black woman was in their town after dark. They offered to let her stay the night, but she refused, saying “I’ve already bothered you people long enough.” And after she was stabbed to death about 5 minutes after leaving the couple’s home, the couple suffered harassment from the police and locals for letting her in in the first place. The police finally arrested a 70-year-old man, Kenneth Richmond, in 2002, but he died of cancer before he was could be tried. The identity of the other man who may have been in the car with him that night remains unknown.

Everything else I read yesterday seemed to tie back to this theme: that black boys and girls are forgettable, that they don’t need protection, that their lives don’t matter. But these stories also had another thing in common: they were examples of the ways we are continuing to push back against these ideas, to remind the world—and maybe ourselves—that our lives do matter. 

The history of sundown towns. Coincidentally, Melissa Harris-Perry just discussed this topic last week in the context of Ferguson. 

Carefree Black Girl: The Life And Death Of Karyn Washington by Anita Badejo. This is a long read, but so worth it. The author explores the idea of the carefree black girl in depth, and memorializes Washington in a really beautiful way.

What Black Parents Tell Their Sons About the Police by Jazmine Hughes. This piece starts with the Jonathan Lethem “At what age is a black boy when he learns he’s scary?” and features black adults of varying ages talking about when they gave their sons the talk, or when their parents had it with them.

Missouri Highway Patrol Capt. Ron Johnson is not a gang member. He’s just a Kappa. by Soraya Nadia McDonald. I actually read this last week, but figured I’d include it in case anyone wanted to tell me racism isn’t still a thing.

And finally, there is this illustrated photo project which I had seen earlier last week, and went back and looked at again yesterday. Created by Shirin Barghi, the graphics display the last words of young black men who were unjustly shot and killed.

http://imgur.com/a/tyJ9T#8

Is it really any wonder we’ve all been freaking out over little Blue Ivy and re-watching that lovely Carter-Knowles moment from the VMAs last night?

We really needed a win.

I stand with Wendy…literally

August 24, 2014

So, I saw Wendy Davis speak in Houston yesterday…and then this happened.

Wendy Davis

I’m not even close to over it yet.

Blind spots

August 19, 2014

Here are a few of the most ridiculous things you can say when you are instructed to just step over there, ma’am, so you can take the vision test:

“Read all the letters? But…I can’t…see them?”

“I’m just not sure how you expect me to read them. They’re all blurry?”

“Is there, like, something on the screen?”

Eventually, the very nice guy working at the DPS told me to “just try” to read the letters, like I was a child who was just convinced she didn’t need to go potty. (“You can’t have a driver’s license until you read them, so…”) Five letters in, he cut me off and told me I could stop.

And that, my friends, is the very embarrassing way that I learned that I need glasses. Again.

See, after wearing very thick glasses from the ages of four to 18, I thought my Lasik procedure had me covered for a while. Why wouldn’t I? The surgeon and every eye doctor I’ve visited since 2003 told me I’d probably need reading glasses when I was 40. And that’s why I hadn’t been to the eye doctor in a couple of years. While I knew regular check-ups were still a thing I should do, I didn’t really prioritize them because it truly never crossed my mind that I might need glasses so soon. And so when I couldn’t see things, I didn’t realize I couldn’t see them, if that makes sense.

I wrote a few years ago about how I missed my glasses sometimes, because they were a core part of my identity for so long. But I actually hadn’t felt that way too often lately, and learning I’d need glasses again felt a little weird at first. And then I put my new glasses on and this is basically what happened…

Yeah, my thrilled moment in LensCrafters was actually more embarrassing than my absurd questions at the DPS were.

Anyway, I’m now bespectacled and beginning to get used to it! But I have noticed that wearing glasses is rather different this time around. For example, I used to not mind if my glasses were dirty, but now it drives me crazy and I clean them several times a day. Also, my new prescription is pretty light…meaning when I whip off my glasses to transform into a SEXY secretary or a SEXY librarian, I won’t immediately walk into a wall.

20 photos of black women at work during World War II

August 18, 2014

When I was in Chicago last month, everyone asked me what Eric was doing to keep himself busy while I was out of town. Every time, I replied, “Watching shows about World War II on the History Channel, probably.” And every time, there was a look of recognition among both the married women (and men) in the room. Apparently, I’m not the only one whose husband spends every Sunday watching what I refer to as “the White Men’s History Channel” or, simply, “the Hitler Channel.” 

I specialized in history in college, so I want to like the History Channel…but just I’m not here for all the programming that’s devoted to white men doing it by themselves. But yesterday, I got my own history fix when I went way down the rabbit hole that is the Library of Congress website (something I really need to do more often). Eventually, I started looking for pictures of black women during World War II…and three hours later, I emerged with these lovely photos. 

20 photos of black women at work during World War II

Four WACs during World War II.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Lt. Harriet Ida Pickens and Ens. Frances Wills, 1944.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

A black woman working on a dive bomber, 1943. (Photo by Alfred T. Palmer.)

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Miss Amanda Smith working at the Long Beach Plant of the Douglas Aircraft Company.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

A group of nurses receiving mail in 1943.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

20-year-old Annie Tabor at work at a plant in the Midwest.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Five women working for the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Company, 1943.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

A riveter at work in Burbank, California.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Three nurses at work, June 1944.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Army nurses arriving in Greenock, Scotland.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Miss Juanita E. Gray at work in the Washington Navy Yard.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Miss Lucille Little at work at the El Segundo Plant of the Douglas Aircraft Company.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Pfc. Johnnie Mae Welton working in a lab at Fort Jackson Station Hospital in 1944.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

According to the original caption, “Hospital Apprentices second class Ruth C. Isaacs, Katherine Horton and Inez Patterson (left to right) are the first Negro WAVES to enter the Hospital Corps School at National Naval Medical Center, Bethesda, MD, 03/02/1945.”

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Willa Beatrice Brown was the first black woman to earn a pilot’s license in the US, and she is widely credited with creating the squadron that became known as the Tuskegee Airmen. (Maybe you’ve heard of them?)

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Pvt. Ruth L. James, 1945.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

WAAC cooks making dinner, 1942.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Two WAACs at work in Washington, DC in 1942.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

Mrs. Mary K. Adair takes an exam at Officers’ Candidate School, 1942.

20 photos of African-American women at work during World War II

US Navy WAVE Apprentice Seaman Frances Bates, 1945.

Remember these women the next time historians are pretending that African-Americans weren’t invented until 1960.

Thinking about 30

August 16, 2014

Since I just turned 29, I really appreciated reading Ann Freidman’s article The Power of 29: An Ode to Being Almost 30 this week. She writes:

“But even for women who realize they still have a lot of things to figure out, around age 30 a sense of acceptance begins to settle in. It’s when many of us experience our first big career payoffs, and allow ourselves to exhale a little because for once it doesn’t feel like we’re building our lives from scratch. On the cusp of 30—in stark contrast with prior milestones like college graduation—you’re set up to finally start living your best life, or at least a realistic approximation of it. You realize you’ll never be a wunderkind, and you’re okay with that. In general, you give way fewer fucks.”

This has been so true for me since the beginning of 2014, and it’s been wonderful. I absolutely feel my age* right now, and don’t mind that at all. I give less and less fucks, and feel more and more like myself. And I just feel…good. Content. Happy. Secure. I also find myself sort of surprised and delighted every time I have a moment when I become aware that I’m living my “best life, or at least a realistic approximation of it.” I find that those moments happen more and more lately, and they’re still so exciting to me.

In a related story, I came across an old article on McSweeney’s this morning: What to Expecct: The Third Decade

“By thirty-years-old, your adult will probably be able to…

Feed and maintain a pet

Hold down a job

Maintain eye contact while speaking

Refrain from discussing high school

Cook a meal (three-course)

Make small talk

Forgive his family

Acknowledge other viewpoints (social)

Detect and respond to ambiguity

Finish school”

Great news: I can do all of those things! I’m feeling pretty good about this whole aging thing. 

*This actually is only partially true. When asked how old I am, I do have to think about it, because off the top of my head I don’t remember if I am 28 or 29. This has been the case all year. 

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