To close out this week, I thought I’d share with you five things I just can’t get enough of.
Everyone has been talking about Old Navy’s Rockstar jeans, but I’m kind of obsessed with my Flirt pair. I definitely want to try out the Rockstars since they come in so many fab colors, but I love the fit of my Flirt jeans. Don’t tell anyone but I’ve pretty much been wearing the same pair all week. Well, not pretty much. I have absolutely been wearing the same pair all week.
Side note: what exactly does my jean style choice say about me, by the way? I’m a flirt but not quite rockstar level? Does that mean I’m subconsciously a big fat tease who is not quite ready for dirty backstage debauchery? I guess I’d rather be a Flirt than a Diva. Should my choice in jeans style result in such hardcore soul searching?
For awhile there I was having some serious skin issues. I have rosacea, which means aside from being rosy cheeked I can also end up with what looks like an explosion of adult acne. I went unmedicated while pregnant and breastfeeding the wee one, but I finally went back to the dermatologist and got all straightened out.
Anyway, my skin is insanely sensitive. Pretty much anything I use dries it out or makes it flair up. When I saw Simple night cream in the drugstore and all the promises of being sensitive skin experts and being kind to skin, I jumped.
The package tells me that it has vitamin goodness and “no dyes, no artificial perfumes, and no harsh irritants that can upset your skin.” What I can tell you is that it’s awesome. And they’re not paying me to say so (although if they’d like to, hollerrrrrr). I’m obsessed. I slather it on my face and neck every night and I still can’t get over how soft my skin feels in the morning.
I’ve yet to force the hubs to do a blind test, but I don’t think he’d be able to tell the difference between my soft, smooth face and Ellie’s butt. And not because I smell.
I got this pretty from one of my best buddies. She knows I love Kate Spade and that I’m a big old word nerd. Add in the fact that we’re both huge, emotional saps and it’s pretty perfect.
Around the outside of the bracelet it says birds of a feather, two of a kind, perfect pair, partners in crime, peas in a pod, sidekicks. It’s perfect for bridesmaids and BFFs and it’s so pretty that this week I’ve been forgoing my beloved arm party for this single bangle. Some things are good enough on their own, you know?
For this obsession I have one thing to say (OK, maybe more than one thing): Thanks a lot, Meg. I go to your house for a play date and the girls and I leave as addicts, obsessing about our next fix of Veggie Straws.
Seriously though, they’re delicious. Better yet, I can pronounce each of the ingredients on the back of the bag, which makes me feel better about shoving them in our faces. And they’re most definitely a step up from regular potato chips. We just need to learn a little about moderation and we’ll be golden!
My TOMS sat in the closet for a few months while I favored flip flops. Now that the weather is slightly chillier, I don’t want to take them off. That says a lot for a girl who generally would rather be barefoot (I think I’ve discussed this before but my love of bare feet grosses out my husband, who apparently has an aversion to dirty feet. Who knew?).
My navy pair is perfect because it’s neutral and goes with everything. I don’t even have to think. I just pull them on and go without worrying about blisters or sore feet. I’m thinking I need a patterned pair next. I just can’t decide which!