potential dress code violations

Sitting in Hollie’s chair:

I know. I’m sorry. It’s absolutely frightening how I look without makeup. Still I don’t care because…

I’m getting PAMPERED!!! As I should be. As I deserve to be.

And then Hollie says to me, “I just LOVE how you let me do whatever to your hair.

I nod because it’s true. And then I catch a glimpse of…

OMG! Purple!! Purple like…

Sure it’s the IT color right now from fuschias to lavendars to deep purples to silver tones. It’s hot. Of course Hollie is fast becoming the go to person to get these luscious, colorful locks here in the Central Valley. But…dress codes…”natural hair color”…Absolutely I am a woman of a certain age who could wear the blueish-purplish-silvery hair and it would be totally legit…but, I don’t know.

“MOM! Stop peeking!!!”

I confess that now I am nervous but I keep repeating to myself how much she loves that I trust her…over and over until…

Signature copper with deep violet-red roots painted on as if baby I was born this way.

Naturally!

I may save tiny human beings but my girl makes me beautiful and that, based on the presented photographic evidence is truly miraculous.

 

 

so fancy

Every day this week, and pretty much every single time she crosses the street to come to The Big Top, Fallon is all dressed up.

Dude.

She’s so fancy…

You already know.

Fancy Fallon I call her. Fancy for short.

Every day she comes to say hello all dressed up in her OOTD (outfit of the day for you who do not know), a dress, always a dress with cute shoes (honey please!) and other accessories because she is so fancy.

Fancy Fallon.

Fancy for short if she really likes you.

She really likes me.

 

 

invisible in a bikini

Summer is most definitely here and the time is right to bare a little skin at the beach, at the pool, at the water park, at the lake and even on the Dirty Delta because it’s hot, we want to get wet and because it’s fun.

It is fun.

Well, for the body confident, the tan, the fit, the young.

If you listen to women’s and girls’ conversations about swimsuits it would seem that it isn’t fun at all. At one point in all of our lives we have had that moment of anxiety and self-loathing as we regarded ourselves in a harshly lit dressing room dressed in the bikini that looked perfect on the rack. “What happened?“, we wonder, as we regard every real and imagined imperfection, dimple, roll, sag, stretch mark perfectly highlighted in the most non-flattering light possible as we stand before the most unforgiving (and likely angled) mirror.

And while most of us fretted, stressed, starved, covered up and berated ourselves for not having the confidence to rock that perfect two piece swimsuit there are women all over the interwebs and in the news right now who are wearing that bikini and writing about it or posting pictures of it: a fat woman, another plus sized woman, an insulin pump dependent diabetic beauty queen, a woman living with Crohn’s Disease and a colostomy.

Oh, and a 52 year old woman wore a bikini poolside every day last week while staying in Las Vegas with two of her daughters and her grand daughters.

No one noticed. No one cared. No, not because I am over 50 and everyone knows that women of a certain age are indeed invisible once they are women of a certain age. No one noticed because everyone was too busy having fun enjoying that perfect pool, with their perfect, over-priced, poolside refreshments on a perfect sunshine-y day. I doubt anyone could see my birth date stamped on my ass indicating that I should not be wearing that bikini…including some of the men I caught briefly glancing at my ass as I walked by. Even if they could, I doubt anyone really cared. Nor did they care that my exposed, rounded belly once carried four of my five babies…at least no one asked. And although they might have noticed the blinding paleness of my SPF 50 coated body, no one stopped me demanding that I cover up right now. No one really cared and neither did I.

I wore a bikini every day while in Vegas last week because I wanted to…because I can…because I have limited time on this Earth to feel the sun on my skin (protected by sunscreen of course)…because the weather and that gorgeous pool pretty much said so.

local flavors

I learned a few months ago that much to my surprise, and amusement, someone apparently nominated Adventures in Juggling for KCRA’s A-List. Nothing to get too excited about considering the rich field of Northern California bloggers out there. But thank you, whoever you are. Meanwhile check out KCRA-List’s top 5 best local bloggers for 2014.

More local flavor blogging style is someone I am slowly becoming acquainted with, the lovely Nina of The European Redhead. Her writing about fashion, thrifting and life as a “Decided Redhead” is a delight as is her breath of fresh air into the local newspaper.

Then there is this perfect yumminess made for a certain dancer and her dance team to celebrate the fact that very soon she will be turning 18.

Yes, Christina’s Cupcakes. If you need delicious treats you need Christina’s Cupcakes. So delicious. Seriously. These aren’t your grocery store bakery cupcakes but they cost about the same.These are home-made, made from scratch and made to order. These beauties, for example, were made with the dance team colors and with the fact that one would be used for a birthday facial. Oh, and, she delivers…Central Valley, Modesto, Stockton, Manteca, Tracy, Sacramento, Bay Area. Follow her on Instagram too. Just be careful not to drool on your smartphone.

Yummy in the tummy and, it seems, on the face too!