Checking Out Someone Else

And by this, I mean checking out their blog. Grad school is back and cranking again, and I am so thankful I have something to distract me from this job search/life limbo/”who am I?” phase I’m swimming in. For my first assignment in Digital Marketing, my professor Joanne Borek, (who rocks an eyebrow ring, a tat on her inner arm, swears as much as I do, and insists agencies have more fun — I like her already) has asked us to first, start a blog (done), and second to critique someone else’s.  Since I’ve been critiqued so harshly (I imagine) during my interviews lately…I’ve decided to turn the tide and share some love for a blog I adore, “with love, Shmon”. See first screenshot below.


Shmon’s layout is super-clean and easy to read. Her writing is friendly, open and it’s obvious she’s passionate about whatever she writes, from beauty trends to seasonal fashion to skincare. I don’t read a lot of other blogs, but hers always catches my eye in the WordPress reader, because it’s vibrant and visual. Plus, she’s adorable and I’d love to grab a latte with her and go shopping in Soho if she ever visits NYC.

See below, for her personal picks for hot leather jackets. The girl has good taste.


And if I choose to indulge (buy), Shmon posts the links (better than Pinterest!). After looking at jacket #3 up above, I clicked on a link and it unfortunately directed me to an outlet I had never heard of — Danier. Ah, in Canada. So my Canadian blogger friend, do they ship to the U.S.? See below for her “Where to get them” details.


Shmon has definitely ponied up the money to WordPress to get a better template, to be able to serve ads (which I also may add soon, I could use the dough!), and to have a URL with just her blog name (without the in it. I’m sure she also gets free products to review for her blog, smart cookie! Nothing makes a girl feel better than a free bottle of $200 skin-lightening, exfoliating moisturizer with Vitamin D and baby shark placenta.

With love,



Real Intimacy is Wearing Face Masks Together


Before J. and I lived together and he used to crash at my studio, I would fall asleep with full makeup on. I might’ve even retouched my lipstick before prancing into bed. I never really slept for fear of a migrant snore. Did I snore? Who knows? But I wasn’t taking any chances. As he stirred next to me, I’d arrange my hair on the pillow so I looked like a princess when he awoke.

Fast forward to 18 months of cohabitation and I’m super-shiny when I come to bed now. Super-shiny as in slathered in an array of oils to moisturize, preserve and rejuvenate me during a night’s slumber. At first, I would wait until he fell asleep and tiptoe to the bathroom and smear some of the greasy stuff on to my face. Now he knows — if I ain’t shiny at 11pm, I may still be going out.  To make myself less self-conscious, I’ve begun to slather his face, too. Straight men never moisturize as much as they should!

On special nights, we’ll both expertly apply SK-II whitening/oxygenating face masks and breathe like Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th while the miracle cream, Pitera, soaks in. While this may not sound super-sexy, neither are wrinkles or dry, flaky skin.

My mother taught me well, she has the skin of an 18-year-old. When I was a little girl, she used to tuck me in, and I’d be engulfed in waves of her perfume. Leaning over  in her nightie, she’d whisper in my ear, “Always go to bed smelling sweet.” So I continue her tradition and always dab some perfume or J.’s cologne on my neck before crawling under the sheets. I may be shiny, but I smell good — and you’ll never catch me in sweatpants or flannel granny PJs! Shiny is the new sexy.