The Summer Skin Booster Smoothie

               I was feeling a little Minimalist 90's summer grunge

American Apparel Sundress & Grungy Black Lace-up boots

And with the heat and the sunshine the awareness of the health of my skin appeared in my mind. But to be fair and honest when aren't I concerned with my skin. It's all over me right? It's a huge organ, and it needs to be loved.

Thinking

 My skin has changed so much in the past years, and while I do believe in applying topical agents to heal, nourish and replenish the skin, there is nothing like healing, and glowing from the inside out. The best way I have found to do this is through fruits and of course The Veg. But today I was focused on the power of the delicious Vitamin C laden, energy boosting fruit. I just want to glow like J-lo from the block, without using a bronzer. I want to look like a beacon of light, like an orb. Like whoa you can see her coming from miles away she looks so radiant. You know what I mean?

For this Smoothie you will need these 5 simple and tasty ingredients 

Excitement

1. 1/2 Spotted Banana ( Making sure that the banana is ripened (spotted) is better for digestion
2. 1 Cup of Vanilla almond Milk or Vanilla soy Milk
3. 6 Strawberries
4. 4 chunks of Pineapple ( medium sized chunks)
5. 2 cups Blueberries                                   

Throw everything into a blender, and blend away, but as a warning to much blending can cause the ingredients to froth, and that might make you sad. Ice is optional or you can freeze the Banana to make the smoothie of a creamer consistency .

Delicious  Skin Love  

So there we have it, Blueberries bursting with antioxidants (every time I hear the word antioxidant I think anti-aging and I'm all over it, and I will at least try it for better or worse. Fortunately I happen to like the taste of most fruit.) Strawberries and Pineapple for the extra Vitamin C Punch. Banana for Potassium to regulate fluid retention in the body,and almond milk for an extra boost of B vitamins, vitamin E , and vitamin D. Almond milk just tastes better in my opinion you know.


Every time I drink this smoothie, the very next day I always look brighter, and my skin looks happy. I would recommend this to anyone of any age.

                                                            Give it a Try, & bye for now   
 

The Big "R" That stands for Rejection

                                                              It's raining today

The Forest of Rain

I started thinking about disappointment, and rejection. There are things that you have to be prepared for. And when they happen, it is literally how you choose to look at it that makes the difference.

My left Hand

On a whim last week, I decided to apply for a job at this clothing store, as a stylist. I figured that it would be a nice change to my daily habits, a good way to meet people, and a good way to be around my favorite environment, clothing. I was like, yeah, I've got this, I've got style, I have experience (I was store manager at a vintage clothing store for two years) I have a good attitude, I'm literally in love with the clothing brand itself, and I'm intelligent. Cool. Right? No.

The Closet of Destiny

I walk in there, and immediately I'm stricken with a whoosh of overwhelming snootiness. But I shook it off because, I thought maybe it was my own perception that might have been veiling reality. I felt like I was being watched, as I approached the back counter to inquire about the manager that I was to interview with. While walking, there was a girl who drifted pass me slowly and echoed a sallow "Hi". Behind the register counter there was a girl picking up boxes, she had to be the manager, I approached her, and she asked if I was here for the interviews. I felt slightly better.

 She asked me to pick out an outfit that would best represent the brands style. When she said this, I was totally excited because this was my element. I perused the store, and picked out a strapless blue printed romper, with a rose gold & silver arm band, a gold choker necklace, a pair of gold trimmed aviator sunglasses, and some strappy wedged boots. The reason I picked out the boots was only because they were lacking in a substantial selection of footwear. I was at a loss on that, but there was no way that I was going to pair that cute outfit with a pair of Birkenstocks. I explained my outfit to her, then she asked me to step outside.

Now here is where it gets slightly silly. She began to ask me questions whose answers had to be fashioned out of the regurgitated nature, so I decided to answer them in my own way, to offer a fresh approach, a new perspective, which is what I would think that a company would look for. It was hot that day, I was melting, and while I was answering the questions, I actually caught my interviewer, looking off into the distance. She also asked me what hours I was looking for, I said 20, she was like, "Yeah, it's actually going to be more like 8 to 12". That really didn't bother me until she said that it was a temporary position, because many of the other girls were off for vacation. That little tid-bit was not on the description of the job.

 I was ushered back inside, and she told me that the store manager and the visual manager wanted to also ask me questions. I walked back into the tapestry curtained, slightly closed, dressing room with two large cushioned benches situated across from one another. Large mirrors behind them on opposing walls. Both of the managers were there sitting next to each other, and one of them had been the girl who gave me the dead look and the long slow " Hi". They stared at me with faces as stone cold as a painting from the Baroque and Rococo period. I do believe in professionalism, but, I just don't think that these people seemed very nice, or happy, or bright, or alive. They were giving off the exact opposite of what the brand that they represented is.

I sat through their questions answering each one with what I thought were really good answers, and then they asked me about Loss Prevention (theft) but, it was in a way that I didn't particularly like. After that, the little dressing room was silent, and it was I who ended the interview with a " well, this was nice."after soaking in their blank and vacant stares .

This is what their expressions looked like

The funny thing is that I left that interview feeling fearless, I didn't sweat, I wasn't intimidated by their looks or their disposition. Because how they were acting, said more about them, than me. They were rejecting me to my face, and I still was unshaken. To be fair to myself, honestly I wouldn't have wanted to put myself in an environment where I would have to look at icy cold faces all day. So in that respect rejection can be a good thing, depending on how you choose to look at it. I give myself a pass.

Pass

Somewhere In Between

I will be the first to admit that this isn't what I thought 37 would look like. In my 20's I thought that I would be married, and perhaps have at least one child. I would have some sort of lucritive career doing something awesome( In my 20's I didn't know what that was but, it would be awesome). Maybe I would even look as though age had grazed me, and I would be wistful about how I used to look. However, I would be so utterly happy with my family, and the state of my life that I wouldn't care that much.

This is not the case.

I'm not married, I still have no idea what that awesome career is, but on the bright side, I don't look like age has grazed me. I actually like the way that I look now more so than in my 20's. I did manage to make an effort to do that. No meat, No dairy, lots of water, No alcohol, No late Nights, No social life(sometimes that equals less stress) hot yoga, lots of walking, a bit of running, fruit smoothies, lots of greens, all of that energy that would be put into raising a family, and busting my buns working for someone else I put into myself. That is something I think I can be proud of. I suppose I have no other
choice but to be proud of that, or I would be sad.

I do feel like I'm in limbo. Like, what are you supposed to wear when you are almost 40? I still want my wear my combat boots, I still like grungy sundresses, I still like crop tops, tube tops, and bandeau tops. Social structures would have you think that by a certain time in your life it literally supposed to be and look like (XYZ) and that when your not like (XYZ) then something is awry. To be honest I felt like this, and sometimes I still do feel like this. But why waste my time here on planet earth worrying about society? I have to live, and wear my crop tops.

I have said my peice special ladies, Are you " In Limbo" Like the radiohead song?