My Favorite Things

I haven't done a favey fave things post in many a moon, so I thought I'd share a few witcha. 

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I have been using the Carmindy for Sally Hanson airbrush foundation for a while and really like it, but I seem to go through a can of it in nothing flat. Came across this Revlon Airbrush Foundation when I was wandering aimlessly through CVS (cuz really, how else DOES one wander through CVS?). And you know what? I like it - I really like it! Not heavy at all, but it covers any red blotchy areas. Yet still? Could I just be content with my Revlon? Not this guy. Nope. But it's only cuz I kept reading about BB Creams, so I picked up the Garnier version to try.

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Good stuff. Like a tinted moisturizer, but I feel like it gives me more coverage than that. Don't take my word for it though - try it your damn self.

And then, and then, and THEN I came across this at Tar-jay when I was looking for a different shower gel, but since you KNOW I'm a sucka for anything coconut scent, I fell for this stuff hard:

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Shea Moisture Organic Coconut & Hibiscus Shower Gel (and I also got the lotion). Soooo. YUMMY. Most of the time I find a coconut scent, it's either coconut and vanilla, or coconut and lime, or coconut and bologna, but this is sooooo lying on the beach slathered in Hawaiian Tropic downright DELICIOUS. Seriously ya'll - I can't stop smelling my arm when I wear it.

But THIS. This is the stuff. 

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Hearken back with me, won't you, to the year 1985. I had this Perlier Honey Miel Shower Gel and Lotion (believe I picked it up at Marshalls when I worked there). Used to use it, lotion up, then hang out in my room (in the basement at my 'rents house). Put this on the stereo (Yup - I said STEREO, BITCHEZ):

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Hopped into my king-sized waterbed (no, your eyes do not deceive you), maxed and relaxed and smelled my arm like nobody's bidness. That, friends, is a true story. You just time traveled back to 1985. I just blew your minds, didn't I? What if I told you I followed up Sade with a little of this?

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Nope, not the TV show (though I was a HUGE fan of it) - THE SOUNDTRACK. Don't hate the playa. Let's back up a bit though. Back to the Perlier Honey Miel Shower Gel. Don't know what reminded me of it recently, but I was on a quest for fire, if you will. The fire in my belly for some 1985-smellin gel n lotion. Thanks to the interwebs, I found it no problem, and you know what? I have been sitting here all night listening to a lil Sade whilst typing this post up.

Hope ya'll have a 1985 kind of weekend.

Merci!
Shan

Waspish

I don't know what reminded me of this over the weekend, but I had a memory of a vacation my family took when I was about nine. We went with my aunt, uncle, and cousins to where I am not certain, but I think it was Jellystone Park. We caravaned to the place, stayed at a little motel, and it. was. AWESOME. Not only was it just fun to be hanging out at a motel with my cousins, it also rocked because I remember at the little coffee station in our room there was a box of sugar cubes, which we had never seen before, and we must have eaten almost the entire box during our stay there. I shudder to think of my own kids getting into  a box of sugar cubes. God help us all...

I distinctly remember swimming in the motel pool, at which there was a curvy slide that we went down overandover again. I also distinctly remember that there was a wasp nest on the ladder of the slide, but it did NOT deter us.

Somewhere along the way in life, I became a complete wuss where wasps are concerned, because when I was getting into my car in the garage yesterday, there was a wasp bumbling about the ceiling just above my car, and I screamed like a little girl, ran inside and got The Hubs, who took care of it after I backed the car out.

I CLEARLY did not get the Wasp Killing Gene from my mother, who - no joke - kills them mid-flight by cutting them in half. WITH SCISSORS. I am not even lying. My aunts do the same thing. If we're with my family and an unlucky wasp flies into view, mom or any of her sisters will stop what they're doing and say, "Get the scissors." And we do. They are the Mr. Miyagi of wasp killers. The yodas of pest control. They are all "Do or do not. There is no try."

The only time I remember killing a wasp myself was as a kid, at my Grandma's house, and a bunch of us were playing in the bedroom upstairs, where there were ALWAYS at least three or four wasps buzzing around the windows. One landed on a dresser, and we found a jar of Noxema Deep Cleansing Cream, took off the lid, and turned it upside down on the poor sucker. Death by eucalyptus, bitchez.

The ironic thing is I have never been stung by a wasp - KNOCK WOOD - but I think I'll keep my jar of Noxema and an extra pair of scissors handy...just in case.

Sweater, Earrings: F21

Tank: Old Navy

Skirt: Versus, consignment

Shoes: Target

Belt: Thrifted

Necklace: Urban Outfitters

Merci!
Shan

Random (p)Inspirations: Ikat STAND It!

I have been wanting a pair of printed pantalones for like EVER, but when I saw this on The Glamourai recently, it pretty much sealed the deal. I NEEEED these pants in my life.

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Source: theglamourai.com via Shannan on Pinterest

In fact, I could pretty much get on board with the entire ensemble. Here's the dealio, though - I either want supah dupah skinnies, or pajama-like wide legs. Looks like there are several of both options to choose from, luckily.

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J'adore these Joe's crops from Anthropologie, and while they're too spendy for THIS guy's wallet, they're still adorable, no? LOVE them with the lacy crochet cami.

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These AG Adriano Goldschmied's are a wee bit cheaper, and hella cute.

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Thanks a LOT, Calypso St. Barth, for having these pants marked down to $34 and BEING SOLD OUT. Jerks.

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I'm not QUITE as crazy about the cut of these Michael Kors, but do loves me the pattern nonetheless.

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Haute Hippie - uh, maybe if I hit the lottery. Loves.

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Now these pants from Threadsence I can get on board with, but OF COURSE they're also out of stock. DAMMIT! Ah well - the search continues.

Happy Tuesday, yo!

Merci,

Shan

Hey Tiger

So I don't have much to say today, other than I am CRAVING Krispy Kreme this morning. That's about it.

I am not the biggest donut fan in the world, but every now and then I need a lil maple glazed Krispy Kreme in my life, and I may just have to make a run for the border, so to speak.

In fact, imma do that now. Audi.

Tiger Tee, Skirt: F21

Tank: Wal Mart

Boots: Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Bracelets: Target, F21

Earrings: F21

Merci!
Shan

An Open Letter to Cinnamon Life Cereal

Hey Baby,

I'm so glad I ran across you in the grocery store that day. I wasn't even looking, and there you were. I thought I was taking someone else home altogether. Imagine my surprise when I had my first bowl.

I was expecting plain old Life, and he's nice. Classic. Solid. A little bland. But you, Cinnamon Life?

Sugary. More spice than I expected. And when I ran out? I got the wrong box mistakenly (again). This time old faithful just wasn't quite enough.

So I came back for more of you, with your cinnamon stripes, you saucy little minx you.

So good that I can't eat just one bowl. Oh no. Finish the first, then pour in a little more, with just a dash of milk. Just enough so you don't sog up. Oooooh baby.

You're hot, sticky sweet. From your head to your...well...you don't have feet, but you catch my drift. And now? Now the box is empty again. But I'll be back. Oh yeah baby, you KNOW I'll be back. 

Jacket: Missoni for Target robe
Tank: Wal Fart
Jeans: Hudson
Shoes: Vicky's Secret
Necklace: Threadsence
Earrings: F21

Merci,
Shannan

Allow Me to Introduce Myself

So I know I have been kind of checked out of ye olde blogge lately. Shit happens, life goes on. I thought I'd catch you up on some of it, shorthand-like.

1. My eyeballs - they haven't been working properly lately. Bought a Groupon last week for a fiddy percent discount on Lasik or PRK (whichever I qualify for). I'm wearing el stupido glasses-o until my checkup to see if I'm a candidate. Suck it, glasses.

2. The kids turned 4 last week. Hard to believe that this time 4 years ago we were making daily trips back and forth to the NICU to see them. We are so lucky to have had three healthy kiddos (and only been subjected to tie-dyed bedding, Cheezits in the butt-crack, home-made lemonade, cream-free Oreos, toys on the roof....please stop me...I could go on....)

3. Speaking of, I was thinking this weekend of some of the food I craved when I was pregnant. Here's a list: Chef Boyardee ANYTHING, but especially Spaghettios with Franks. Like, I couldn't get enough of the stuff. Guacamole. I would come home from work early on in my pregnancy, make a bowl of it, and stand at the kitchen counter and eat. the. entire. thing. You wouldn't want to wave your fingers in front of my face at that point in life. I would have bitten them off, dipped them in guac, and enjoyed them in front of you. Orange juice. This was when I was on hospital bedrest, and there was a room for all the patients there stocked with things like cereal, OJ, milk, ice cream, etc. etc. I would send The Hubs over routinely to pick up as many tiny cups of OJ as he could carry, and would down them all in about 2 minutes. Pop Tarts. See above re: orange juice. Ditto.

4. My sis and her family are FINALLY back on the same continent. Cannot. WAIT. to see them in June. HOLLA!

5. In other news, I fear we may not get to take a vacation AGAIN this year. Suck it, money (or lack thereof).

6. In further news, SOMEONE needs to quell their shopping habit.

7. I am apparently WAAAY tardy to the party on the Mick Jagger love train. Thank you, SNL, for showing me the light. (Gina - don't hate me because I'm an idiot...)

8. Apparently, I may be the only person who did not realize there was an eclipse yesterday. SUE ME. I was in a sugar coma.

9.Thinking about registering for a Warrior Dash to take place in late September. Has anyone else ever done this? It gives me butterflies to think about doing it. I think that means I should.

10. My apologies to anyone who heard farting noises during the prayer at my grandma's 90th birthday party last weekend. Strangely enough, this time it wasn't me who was making them, but Simon, blowing farting noises on my arm. Give me a little credit. I know when it's appropriate to fart (in an aisle at Wal Mart, when you are NOT making eye contact with someone else) and when it's not appropriate (in church, at weddings or funerals, or during the prayer at your grandma's 90th birthday party). Sorry, family, that my kids think farts are funny. I don't know WHERE they get that.

11. Finally, here is my other favorite part of SNL, an awesomely sweet send-off for Kristin Wiig...

Shirt: JC Penny
Pants: Zara
Shoes, Earrings: Target
Bracelet: F21
Necklace: Coral necklace from me sis that she got in Sardinia, or maybe Italy

Merci and MWAH!
Shan

Weekend Snaps: You Say It's Your Birthday...

I've been meaning to upload some snaps from last weekend, and figured now was as good a time as any, since I have birthday party pics to add now too. We had a few friends and family over for the Trips fourth birthday party, and the day couldn't have been better. Someone has two thumbs and is in a cake coma, and it's this guy. Ugh. Oy vey. Blech.

Ahhhh, fun with buckets. Tell me again why I just spent a buttload of money on actual toys for their birthday???

Merci!

Shannan