Category Archives: Chick stuff

If there is a bright side…

Hello friends,

Recently it has been harder to find the words.

My next scan and oncology appointment loom. It’s nerve-wracking.

And I have been feeling, literally feeling, so much about the Inauguration. My jaw aches from clenching my teeth. My neck hurts to move, and my head feels like it weighs too much to lift sometimes.

I try to relax, thinking back to my beautiful vacation. But it’s hard. What lies ahead? I am worried.

You bet I marched.

If there’s a bright side, it includes this: wonderful feminist, progressive arts and entrepreneurs to get them in our hands. I’m shopping and supporting.

I belatedly bought a pink pussy hat from Feminist Wrath.

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Motorcycle jackets are over

I wanted a moto jacket for years. Black, leather, classic. So what if I’m not cool (anymore?) and don’t ride motorcycles.

I knew I was opposed to suede. And I didn’t want a color. Although I had a flirtation with a dark pink Haute Hippie one, because you know me and pink.

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The challenge? My long torso and a desire not to spend a gazillion dollars on another coat. I have a lot of coats.

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Cheap thrills

You know how I started spending all kinds of cash on skin care? I’m still doing that.

But two of my current favorite makeup products* are inexpensive items I picked up at CVS.

[Although both are Maybelline, this is not a sponsored post.]

First, this brow pomade crayon. You know I love to talk about eyebrows.

I started using the crayon – in blonde – after this other brow product (which I bought in transparent) started making my skin breakout.

I like the way it fills in my brows without making them look too strong.

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I wore Berry Bossy to Hamilton

Second, I found another lipstick I love.

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Are you a feminist?

I never thought of feminist as a dirty or even tricky word. I identified as a feminist even if I didn’t run around proclaiming it.

Don't forget you can get my goodies at @catchtilly while you're doing the rest of your holiday shopping 💨

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My mom went back to work just weeks after I was born. She hadn’t planned to work during my childhood, but her replacement didn’t work. Plus, she really liked her job. My Nana lived with us and Dad was a hands-on parent for the time. These factors allowed her to have a career she found, and still finds, fulfilling.

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Summer of Suck 2.0 – Part Eleven: What’s in My Bag

You know how US Weekly does a feature called “What’s in Your Bag?” where celebrities show all of the odds and ends floating around their designer bags?

This is something like that except not at all like that. Because the bag in question is the bag I’m taking to the hospital. For starters, it’s a beat-up, well-traveled half-suitcase (it looks like this).

Instead of Nia Long‘s Dior mascara, I will be packing six or seven of my most modest pairs of underpants to deal with never-closed hospital gowns.

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On a much lighter note, I got a sweet surprise in the mail

In the midst of this mess, my friend Eimear who is so wonderful and strong, sent me this wonderful treat: a Tata Harper Try Me Kit.

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Eimear and I met through Twitter (although she’s on hiatus now) and she has done some guest posts here. I hate to imagine a Twitter-less world because there’s virtually no way Eimear and I would have crossed paths. She isn’t just a kind, fiercely supportive friend–she’s also kind of my skincare guru as I work hard to become higher maintenance. Continue reading

It’s time: #TheBachelorette premieres tomorrow

The 12th season of The Bachelorette, starring Joelle “JoJo” Fletcher, is upon us. I’m looking forward to the madness and comedy–particularly given that I think we dodged a bullet with this whole situation.

If you have any doubts about ABC‘s choice of Bachelorette, please look up the perceived runner-up’s Snapchat. Annoying-ness quotient: 2,124,756 on a scale of 1-10. Trust me.

 

🎶🎶Guess who's back back back… Back again 🎶🎶

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