So, I know this is a super random pairing but bear with me.
First thing first, Father of Gingers (FoG) got me a jade face roller for my birthday. I’m a sucker for anything natural (looking at you, Morning Thunder) and I have an eye bag situation (looking at you, Gingers). In theory it’s supposed to help moisturize my face by encouraging absorption of products, de-puff my face, and roll the effing wrinkles out encourage my “laugh lines” to move on. (Once again I specifically requested this gift- FoG is alive and well) I also got a bonus gua sha stone with my roller.
My plan for the is to use the roller at least once a day, hopefully morning and night, but I’m trying to be realistic about my ability to diligently roll my face while my hair is metaphorically on fire on school days. Last I checked, “My child is late (again) because I’m pushing forty and doing my best to ward off wrinkles” isn’t going to fly as an excuse for tardiness. Also, the stress of running late to school is just going to cause more wrinkles, which kind of defeats the purpose. I’ve done some diligent research (I watched a few YouTube videos and picked my favorite) on how to use the roller and I’ll add in the gua sha once I get comfortable (i.e. watch the second half of the YouTube video…)
I was going to use this as a before picture:
But honestly, that’s a pretty low bar for this process to get over. So we’re going to go with this…
Good luck to you, jade roller… this is after a 5:15am wake up because, well, toddler…
So I’ll check back in on this challenge in a week or two and let you know. I totally have a backup plan of bangs (I’ve heard it called Bangtox) if all else fails.
On to part two of today’s random post… Julia Child
As I go through this last year of my thirties, I’m going to try to ask myself, “What would Julia do?” The answer isn’t always churn out an amazing omelette and add more butter…
I just finished reading, Dearie: The Remarkable Life of Julia Child by Bob Spitz. I read My Life In France years ago and have always been a bit intrigued by Julia. I don’t want to rehash what has already been covered very well by Julie Powell in her blog, and later her book, and of course there’s the movie as well. Honestly, for a bit I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by Julia, or Meryl Streep-as-Julia…
For me, my infatuation with Julia isn’t because I love to cook, even though I do love it. I’ve realized it comes from a place of admiration for an unconventional woman who lead an unapologetic life. I’ve been thinking about Julia a lot as I work on this blog. She really personified the whole “age is just a number” thing. Her first cookbook didn’t come out until she was in her forties. She started her television career until her fifties. I mean, she didn’t even really start cooking until her mid- thirties after she married Paul. What I found most compelling about Julia is she didn’t settle for what society/convention/her family thought she should do in a time where it would have been so much easier if she had.
Julia Child was tall, like remarkably tall. Six feet, two or three inches, depending on the source. She definitely didn’t fit the ideal standard for women in that day in age. It would have been so easy to talk herself into “well, this relationship is as good as I’m going get” or, “this is pretty good, considering my size.” But. She. Didn’t. Some of it was that she wasn’t sure what she wanted out of life. However, in reading about her I got the sense that she always knew what she didn’t want. Sometimes that can make all the difference in finding what you do want. There was an easy, predictable path open to Julia; she could have married a local guy in California and probably led a pleasant, quiet, respectable life. It wasn’t going to be enough, so she struck out on her own and hit many bumps along the way. Julia’s unwillingness to settle took her into government service and overseas during World War II, at which time she met Paul Child. It was an unconventional path that led to what became her life’s work. (Needless to say I’m doing some MAJOR paraphrasing here!)
“If it is vile, the cook must grin and bear it, with no words of excuse. Never apologize”
I want this tattooed on my forehead… I won’t do it because that would be awkward, but the desire is still there. I read this book over my thirty-ninth birthday and this is the quote that stuck with me and I plan on carrying with me to forty and beyond (with apologies to Buzz Lightyear for stealing/modifying his catchphrase). Not because I plan on starting to throw insane number of dinner parties, but because I plan to abandon the idea I need to constantly apologize.
I am always leery of embracing mantras/ ideas like this because I feel like it can often lead down the wrong path. I’ve noticed that the people most likely to embrace this sort of thing are those who least need it. It’s been my experience that those who are most eager to “set expectations” and “set boundaries” are often using it as an acceptable way to say, “I’m going to do exactly what I want to do, but since I’ve told you what to expect, you really shouldn’t be getting mad right now.” That being said, I do think there is a place for ideas like this in day-to-day life.
Is everything I make or do going to be perfect? Absolutely not. Not. Even. Close. Sometimes it is going to be, well, vile (and sometimes Pinterest will have had a hand in that). I’ll just have to move through it and push on. The hardest thing with giving writing a try is putting these posts out there and not knowing how they’ll go over. I am constantly surprised by how pieces do and are received. I struggle with not adding qualifiers to every post justifying it. I’m going to try to apologize just for having an opinion or for taking up space. It’s going to be a hard habit to break. I will of course apologize if I hurt someone, Julia Child did not just give me carte-blanche to steamroll over everyone for the next year or longer, regardless of how tempting it would be. I can see myself yelling over my shoulder, “Julia Child told me this was okay!” in way too many imagined scenarios. I probably need to get out more.
In the meantime, if you need me, I’ll be rolling the wrinkles out of my face while not making excuses and being unapologetic.