Girly Girl

When I was in grade/middle school, there was this stupid rule that forbid the wearing of nail polish.

But being the smart ass 8th grader that I was, I refused to believe this rule applied to me. 

So every day, without fail, my P.E. teacher would send me to the nurse to remove it.

And day in and day out, I would still apply it only to take it off around 9 AM the next day.

Even my old boyfriend from 8th/9th grade, (who is now one of my great friends), freaked out recently,

"Oh my God! Ali King! Are you NOT wearing nail polish? But you ALWAYS wear nail polish!"

Response: "Oh, don't worry, I have some on my toes."

O.P.I "Bubble Bath" is a staple. 

Yet, ironically enough, it just flew off my bathroom counter and smashed/splattered all over my legs and not to mention on mother's tile. 

Let's just say, mother was not pleased.

(Hey, at least it wasn't black like last time...)

O.P.I "Vodka & Caviar" is another staple.

I like to call it my "Tranny Red."

These last three are some other favorites, but maybe not staples.

Well, maybe the black is...

(And if you haven't guessed, O.P.I is the favorite brand)

O.P.I "Russian Navy"

O.P.I "Lincoln Park After Dark"

O.P.I "Onyx"

Bathrobes

Anyone who knows me, lived with me, dated me...

knows how much I love my bathrobe. 

And not only do I love my bathrobe and being in my bathrobe,

I love passing out in my bathrobe.

Saturday night was no exception.

Sure, I had a hell of a time at The Faint, but what I forgot to mention in that story was how I came home feeling not so hot.

After I vomed (even though I was sober), I decided to take a shower to cleanse myself from the sweaty dance party and also in effort to make me feel better and maybe even relax my headache. 

As you can now guess, post-shower, I passed out* sideways on my bed in my beloved bathrobe. 

(*Lights still on and hair still in a towel turban of course)

Too much drinkin', smokin', straight west coastin' I guess.

But if you had either one of these beauts below, you would be passing out in your bathrobe too.

This one by Frette is similar to the ones my mom has at the house.

And this one by Coyuchi is the one I have at my apt. in the city.

Its 100% organic cotton and I got it for free when I worked at Bazaar. Sweet deal, huh?

Mmm, bathrobes. You make everything better.

Behold! Tan in a Bottle

When I was in either 5th or 6th grade,

my mother slapped on latex gloves one night and slathered me with self tanner in our hall bathroom.

I remember it was right before going on an end-of-the-year class trip to either the pool or the beach and I was embarrassed of being so pale. 

So leave it to me and my mother to race to Macy's on a school night, right before they closed,

to buy some Estee Lauder self tanner.

Mind you, this was when self tanners were a new embark on the beauty frontier.

And though I commend my mother in her efforts,

me and my 12 year-0ld self vowed to never do it again

in response to the horrid stench and risk of orange streaks.

Unless, however, it was for emergency reasons...

...Like the summer when I was in a Quinceanera 

and my tan lines were so distinct that I looked like I was wearing a white halter top under my canary yellow dress. 

Or those four out of God knows how many high school dances I attended when I felt the need to dabble in air brush tanning, instead of burning myself in a tanning bed like everyone else.

(And I somehow ended up starting a trend.)

But this summer, I decided to give my old friend another shot.

I figured,

"Hey, a lot has happened in the ways of self tanning since I was 12."

So with an acquaintance's recommendation,

I found and fell in love with this baby...

Its the True Blue Spa Bronze Bombshell line

found at good ol' Bath & Body Works. 

I've tried both the Shade to Order and Strike Gold tanners, 

but would recommend the latter if you are looking for more bang for your buck. 

And knowing Bath & Body Works, they always have some kind of deal going on.

So if you're feeling a little pasty today and you don't have the time to lay out (in the true Californian way,)

go ahead and check it out for yourself.

I promise it won't disappoint.