In the DYT Type 4 Facebook group, we've been doing a "bold lipstick challenge", where we share photos of ourselves without makeup, and then another one with a bold lipstick color (and nothing else), I guess to show the "power" of bold lipcolor or something like that.
I decided to go and do the challenge myself. I mean, it's not like I wear makeup to go run (wait, that's a lie, but I MOSTLY don't, except for testing purposes). So after I went for a quick saunter through Mordor (aka my morning jog), I decided to see if putting on red lipstick on a bare face really does make a difference...
...and it does. But it's not a GOOD difference.
It's a post-and-dash kind of day, but it's Friday, which means a video!
bOn an entirely unrelated note, I am officially announcing that I will be unable to attend the Younique convention coming up, and travel plans have been canceled. The reason why is legal fees and medical bills (so, it turns out detecting and treating cancer costs a SHIT TON OF MONEY, fuck America's healthcare system, and you don't even know how much until AFTERWARDS, when you're on the hook for it), and lawyers also cost a shit ton of money, and I need to trim the metaphorical fat from my budget so to speak. One scan alone cost me $1600, AFTER insurance, FYI. That's just freaking insane. And the retainer for the lawyer was $4500. So, I'm definitely feeling like I'm hemorrhaging money here. And I just got back from my other definitely-not-fun vacation, which if those tickets could be refunded or we could have bailed on it, I also would have (but part of the trip was mandatory).
I am going to be out the cost of the actual convention tickets (*pending) but that's it, thankfully.
I know there will be lots of disappointed people. But life really hit me across the face hard this summer. It's been very heavy. I wanted a year full of adventure, but maybe this was TOO much adventure! Next year, I think "Predictably Boring" will be the theme I choose for the New Year!
Everyone LOVES being publicly groped up by middle-aged women with rubber gloves while standing spread eagle in the middle of the security checkpoint at Sea-Tac airport, right? I mean, it's the best way to get some action before an otherwise long, boring flight. Well, there's that and the collection of... things... in my suitcase that always end up needing an explanation. A loud explanation. In front of the children in the line as well. *cough*
They even pulled out my hair curler to ask what that was too, and I was all like, "To get these rockin' waves, you perv." (In their defense, it looks like a butt toy, my husband laughed super hard when I ordered that bumpy nobular hair wand from Amazon. He was dying. He still can't look at it and keep a straight face.)
Anyway, if you want that extra special pat-down, do what I do and wear really impractical but cool pants, COVERED IN METAL ZIPPERS. I set off ALL The alarms, guys. They showed me the scan to tell me where they were going to need to violate (I mean "check") me. And it was everything from the waist down, for some strange mysterious reason that can't possibly have anything to do with all the metal on my pants.
You know the saying "Someone got out on the wrong side of the bed today?" Well, that's me. And I didn't even get out of my literal bed before I started snarking at people who didn't deserve it.
A long time ago, when I was a teenager, I was a bit...well... fat. I was also shorter than I am now, so that only made me look even fatter. When you're less than five feet tall, being even 10 lbs overweight looks like 40. And being 40 lbs (and more) overweight... well... it was definitely difficult to fit my body into the kinds of clothing I wanted. Being plus size AND petite meant things didn't fit me in MULTIPLE ways.
But I loved my body back then, because I never looked at it and said, "Wow, I'm gross and fat". I never considered that there was anything wrong with my body, not until college, after I lost weight, and realized how poorly I was actually treated in comparison to the thin version of myself. I just thought everyone treated everyone like garbage and people sucked... until I lost weight and people suddenly liked me. My jokes were suddenly funny. Even teachers were nicer to me. Guys actually asked me out. People who knew me for years but avoided me suddenly wanted to hang out. I was treated like a human. People definitely sucked, I wasn't wrong about that at least.
But as a plus size petite person, I sewed, I modified my clothing as needed, I made it WORK. Not as well as my favorite plus size petite model Stavana Blackmon, but mostly because my mom would have beaten me until I got myself back on to the straight 'n narrow if I tried to walk out of the house in something like that.
Hey everyone! Greetings from the European continent (though most of these photos were taken at home). If my blog posts are going up at weird times of the day, you can blame the prepaid phone sim card I purchased. I have no clue what time it is right now. My phone, unlike most cell phones, also does not auto-update the time for what time zone I'm in. I feel like a lost time traveler with first world problems (like, is it too late for brunch? Too early for doppelbock? Do German millennials even brunch? And where is the freakin' badezimmer???)
But, I wanted to share this super easy, super fast, super CHEAP project I did right before I flew off on my adventures! And it involves large, oversized patches, which is a super easy way to embellish a garment.
Is the Elizabeth & Clarke Unstainable collection actually unstainable? I could tell you, but it wouldn't have as big of an impact than if I showed you. If a photo is worth a thousand words, then a video is worth a million, right?
I DID IT. I hit my data usage warning and my bandwidth is being throttled now, but I got the video up!
So, because my internet is going to be pretty slow right now, I'll keep my own comments short!
First, I hope none of the video sounds like body-shaming or health-shaming. It's just meant for people who are crazy about health and fitness like me and some of my friends, to avoid falling off the wagon when we're on holiday. I know that not everyone even cares, and I hope that the number on a scale doesn't have the power to ruin any of your vacations! I know I don't always say the right things, so if I screw up and say something stupid or awful, 1). you can always call me out on it, so that I remove that from my vocabulary forever, and 2). I hope I get the benefit of the doubt when I do say something that might not sound body-positive. It's not an excuse when I say that in my culture, fat-shaming isn't a thing that anyone is embarrassed by, and some habits are hard to break, even though I've been the subject of that negativity a lot in my life (I was overweight as a teenager and I will never forget what it was like to be treated as sub-human because of it).
So, because I don't have a script or do multiple takes of videos, I just want to make sure that you know I will own up to all stupid things I say on camera.
Before I sign off and get back to my vacation, HERE is where you can get a Flip Belt (and even if you don't necessarily want that particular brand, you should see similar items in the suggestions), and HERE are the resistance bands I use on vacation.
Phew. See you tomorrow everyone!
There was supposed to be a video up today but the hotel wifi is soooooo slow (this is the part where you say, "How slow is it, Tracy?") that by the time it's done uploading, George RR Martin will have finally written the next damn book.
So I'll try to have that up at some point, but for now, here's me, wearing clothing, because it turns out that's the law, and stuff.
Hey everyone! Super fast post!
Guess who's on vacation?
I'd type more but I'm super nauseous. Turns out I can't blog on a plane or an uber or a train. I'm useless right now! But tomorrow there is a video to look forward to!
Signing off now before I puke in public...
Hey everyone, I've got another product review video, featuring this month's Ipsy Glam Bag! My oldest tweenage daughter also subscribes, and the affiliate links in this post are hers, so if you do sign up (click HERE), it would be Harlow who gets the bonus points for extra makeup. Help a broke tween girl out! And to my readers who are parents, an Ipsy subscription is a great gift for that kid that keeps on stealing your own (more-expensive) makeup... this keeps him/her out of YOUR makeup bag! And what kid doesn't love getting their own package in the mail?
How many different ways can I change up a plain white tee and jeans in 20 minutes?
Watch and find out! (And yes, I do put on bondage gear, but I promise it's 100% wholesome and G-rated. I don't even accidentally swear in this video, that's how wholesome it is).
A surprise Monday video! You'll have to overlook my sloppier-than-normal appearance. I didn't want to go fluff myself up just for this 7 minute video, because that seems like a lie. After all, I'm not ALWAYS dolled to perfection. Sometimes, I am sweaty and tired and have spent way too much of the weekend catching Pokemon in 80 degree temperatures (which by Pacific Northwest standards, is the same as setting the thermostat to "hell"), and this is what I look like afterwards. Keepin' it real.
For this product demo and review, I am joined by my youngest, littlest squishy! My daughter, Ophelia Bedelia (not her real middle name of course, she LOVES nicknames though), so she could test drive these nail wraps that I received from my DYT friend Jennifer Kupiec! I'll throw her link below the video if you want to go grab some of your own.
You don't have to break the bank to get quality performance apparel. Here are the places I shop and the brands I love when I go and get my sweat on. No need to sacrifice quality if you want to keep your activewear $30 or under! (Sports bras are an exception to this rule. If you are large busted and do high impact activities, then splurge for the best, most supportive sports bra you can, and I have some recommendations in this video for my curvier friends!)
Consignment makes the world goes 'round!
Even though I have a personal "ick" factor when it comes to second-hand clothes (in my defense, the thrift shops in my area smell like someone's armpit just lit up a cigarette), I am a HUGE fan of getting new designer clothing at steep discounts, like these Stella McCartney jeans.
I do a lot of DIY fashion transformation projects (can you tell I grew up without a lot of money?), and even though I can buy basically whatever I want, I do still enjoy redesigning things anyway because:
Tracy is a sometimes-working software engineer, all-the-time mother and wife, long-distance runner, biracial, shoe-loving, multi-lingual, world traveling, wannabe fashionista who drinks entirely too much coffee. She lives in the Seattle area and enjoys making babies and judging people.
Favorite Brands and Resources
The Real Real
Rent the Runway
Colour Pop (Cosmetics)
Society 6 (art and accessories)
Deck of Scarlet (Make Up)
Ipsy (Make Up)
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