tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61234865038108096952024-03-13T14:24:23.830-07:00Beauty Road TripMartha Rich and Esther Pearl Watson's antics as they drive across the country creating a multi-media art project on beauty.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-46529326459012644902012-03-15T10:14:00.003-07:002012-03-15T10:16:12.135-07:00UpdateJust in case anyone is wondering, Esther and I haven't forgotten our Beauty Road Trip exploits. We just both happened to end up going to Grad School to get MFA's and put this project aside for a bit. I graduated last year and Esther is about to graduate in May. Stay tuned....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-88537253163988209472009-05-27T12:36:00.000-07:002009-05-27T12:40:54.047-07:00Copy cat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJPNg0hTLnl1G0Ewxp3t3hD2ccTiMB5kV1W4Q5Dn89LIFkqSHC25ENCfve3wB-BVod2HsYtFPvBkTK5e06HjazNjMnr70WuZMSpMyx6cdw9VSUV5wXxtf_oG-vjRYBm9pvu8bXGGuXpYM/s1600-h/martharich_be_charmingLG.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJPNg0hTLnl1G0Ewxp3t3hD2ccTiMB5kV1W4Q5Dn89LIFkqSHC25ENCfve3wB-BVod2HsYtFPvBkTK5e06HjazNjMnr70WuZMSpMyx6cdw9VSUV5wXxtf_oG-vjRYBm9pvu8bXGGuXpYM/s400/martharich_be_charmingLG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340590863032920962" border="0" /></a><br />OK I was reading <a href="http://jezebel.com/">jezebel</a>.com today and came across this little item:<br /><br />"Jessica Simpson is pitching a reality show about society's scrutiny of women's bodies. Wait, we'd watch that! The premise of The Price Of Beauty is this: Jess and a friend set out on a road trip around the world in search of what people find beautiful and why. The bad news? It's gonna have a Fear Factor element to it, as Jess tries some of the "shocking" things women do to make themselves attractive."<br /><br />Um hello.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-80877352803260703362009-01-27T22:26:00.000-08:002009-01-28T00:37:19.189-08:00Promising Soaps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTeZy45bRQapgVzCUjA7ut4wXfSd7qzpl5qVDPSHRA7Bsg11oAcfN-S5KtyCl73F0xvdvFpepui3cgYGwMGQiMSMzWFkE-kXuASyFIwJAZ7XvQfr0vyncvEmz9pSfPdxZVbDYc0kmK00/s1600-h/interview.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTeZy45bRQapgVzCUjA7ut4wXfSd7qzpl5qVDPSHRA7Bsg11oAcfN-S5KtyCl73F0xvdvFpepui3cgYGwMGQiMSMzWFkE-kXuASyFIwJAZ7XvQfr0vyncvEmz9pSfPdxZVbDYc0kmK00/s320/interview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296237856616154530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Martha has stacks of old magazines from the 70's in her studio space. She has</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> this great Noxema advertisement in which a young woman with perfectly styled hair and tons of make-up is gently touching her cheek with bubbles. </span><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">I can laugh at how obvious advertisements try to manipulate me. But there are times when my guard is down and I find my 35-year-old self wanting something that I will never have; a 15 year-old's skin, styled by a professional make-up artist, then Photoshopped once the picture's taken. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Mitch Nash from Blue Q makes a bath care line who's humor lies in it's honest product. He said, "A lot of soaps promise perfection, but that is so ridiculous on a certain level. So we go in a complete opposite direction. We have this soap called 'Total Bitch' and it's like 'For those who demand the very best.' And it's about empowerment and being yourself, rather than letting any one item make you more beautiful or pretty."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrpFXahpeo8bWCV5nYuKSL-GKpGFXIpox9UcaqB39u7NHOzgu6me2-6ALna9qfD_4n0XODGAa9OWUv3tY52KMDFQx0Dscm6oP0K8rrm89lSsr55Corn4NsrdAI3Kt5TLgor28h6HZebc/s1600-h/137524196_936e4cb876.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrpFXahpeo8bWCV5nYuKSL-GKpGFXIpox9UcaqB39u7NHOzgu6me2-6ALna9qfD_4n0XODGAa9OWUv3tY52KMDFQx0Dscm6oP0K8rrm89lSsr55Corn4NsrdAI3Kt5TLgor28h6HZebc/s320/137524196_936e4cb876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296237857090823858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">So for now, I'll stick with Blue Balls Soap. After all "It's not what you got, it's how you wash it."</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Esther Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16467527667777156313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-32967696518028619112008-11-20T14:10:00.001-08:002008-11-20T14:15:35.865-08:00Words of Wisdom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7Zbrp5geGcGguzMpec1F4qQUhwtopy7t03BdoYnqSTsjL0Vjyy8ArNAAdYbzHJiYLS0lkEszrG5PRSa1wVY_zBpd3W6Be2rJ167V60n2sgFahjrdDSPXHRTtr0m-V8pDeNlabwKX-iVR/s1600-h/081013.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7Zbrp5geGcGguzMpec1F4qQUhwtopy7t03BdoYnqSTsjL0Vjyy8ArNAAdYbzHJiYLS0lkEszrG5PRSa1wVY_zBpd3W6Be2rJ167V60n2sgFahjrdDSPXHRTtr0m-V8pDeNlabwKX-iVR/s400/081013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270866509181416802" /></a><br />I saw this on the <a href="http://jezebel.com/">Jezebel blog</a> and thought it was worth repeating. I will have some more interviews in the next week or so. Also Esther Pearl Watson is working on some really cool things right now. More on that later too!!<br /><br />The quote below was in response to an <a href="http://jezebel.com/5094355/new-york-doctors-tell-26+year+old-she-needs-botox">article</a> about Doctors recommending Botox to a 26-year-old woman.<br /><br />"I'm going to tell a story. It's about biscuits. Please bear with me. A Buddhist priest told me this story, about how he used to be the chief baker in his monastery. He tried to make the best biscuits he could make - fluffy, buttery, warm, delicious biscuits. But no matter what he did, the biscuits were never good enough. Too dry, or too moist, never quite right. He was getting very dissatisfied and upset with himself. Then, he realized that he was trying to capture the essence of the biscuits that he had as a child and that the biscuits he remembered were an idealized, unreal version. The reason his biscuits never tasted good enough is because they never could be, but only so long as he tried to capture the essence of an unreal, imagined perfect biscuit. When he realized this, he decided to make the 'biscuit of today' not the biscuit of the past. It was imperfect, unlike anything he remembered as a young child, but the most delicious biscuit he had ever had, because it simply WAS. It was not idealized or perfected, it was just itself. And it was perfect in its imperfections, because there was nothing else it could be. Ladies, I think it is high time we all start being the biscuit of today. Love yourself as you are, perfectly 'imperfect.' And do not put a knife (or botulism) anywhere near your cooter."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-84193639330769012662008-11-06T20:13:00.000-08:002008-11-06T20:25:05.284-08:00New York InterviewsI am going to be in NYC next week from 11/11 to 11/15. I'd like to do some more interviews. Email me at <a href="mailto:martha@martharich.com">martha@martharich.com</a> or give me a buzz at 626-399-4394 if you'd like to be interviewed. Cool beans!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6gFaQyzUmdBe3guTd4FD4MPiTS8UjiMAhfunGXBxMitKQiARnfpxpt7KHTBAaJCsPRoykmgAKOirruDvPr-2_Ly8CSxImZm9Qh_6KDC94cn9hvcC7VwSqBlLa3hSo-P3LwoL6UgHFkPBD/s1600-h/beerholder.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6gFaQyzUmdBe3guTd4FD4MPiTS8UjiMAhfunGXBxMitKQiARnfpxpt7KHTBAaJCsPRoykmgAKOirruDvPr-2_Ly8CSxImZm9Qh_6KDC94cn9hvcC7VwSqBlLa3hSo-P3LwoL6UgHFkPBD/s400/beerholder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265764810623167858" /></a><br /><br />Leslie from Greenville, SC sent me this picture and I had to share. I think it is golden! Here is what she says. <br /><br />"I found this metal sign at the smokiest bar in Spartanburg County. The bar is called the NuWay and the carpet is as sticky and mushy as mud and everyone (accept me of course) in the entire bar chain smokes and they cook fried food all day and night long! What better place to speak of beauty my dear?"<br /><br />Here is Leslie's Etsy site. <a href="http://www.thegreenwardrobe.etsy.com">www.thegreenwardrobe.etsy.com<br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-11401610366234593422008-10-23T19:33:00.000-07:002008-10-23T20:00:37.360-07:00Pittsburgh Beauty Treatments<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyuCA3q73vpqY9_wRqZj-NmfCMVmxTmyGbhxTou2HLc1UkYBB8Jeadva98CEd7dQ6DkeTNHpl1JurmxuTw9' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Here is a short clip of our Pittsburgh beauty treatments. Esther and I both got fancy nails and Esther got her hair did. <br /><br />Yikes the grinding drill sounds of the nail tool makes my hair stand on end. The nails were nice and ladylike at first, but soon I felt like my fingers couldn't breath and I couldn't pick things up or do art stuff. SO not good. I had to get them OFF!!<br /><br />It turns out the only way to get the dang things off is by soaking your fingers in acetone for 30 minutes. HORRIBLE!!! While I was soaking all I could think about is the bad chemicals seaping into my skin and growing cancer nuggets. Beauty shouldn't be dangerous right? What other stuff do we do that is soaking chemicals into our system? Does anyone care? What about all that hair spray? That can't be good to breath in. Oh my! I never really though about it before.<br /><br />My nails still aren't the same. You can see the little dent in my nail bed where the fake nails were adhered. Esther said her nails are fragile and thin and breaking too. Just a little more growth and my nails will be fresh and not damaged. Beauty is a bitch!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-45894319991135542332008-10-13T18:37:00.000-07:002008-10-13T19:20:29.046-07:00Kansas City SymmetryBelow is an interview with two women we met while visiting Kansas City. <br /><br />The ladies of <a href="http://www.design-ranch.com/">Design Ranch</a> gave us the best tour of this unexpectedly groovy city! I am so bad! I haven't properly thanked them yet (special thank yous are going out to all the people we met soon). Haven't had a moment since we got back. I need to organize myself better. TANGENT. OK back to the job at hand.<br /><br />For me Kansas City turned out to be one of my favorite places on our trip. The people there were generous and kind and AWESOME! I had the best <a href="http://www.oklahomajoesbbq.com/">BBQ</a> of the whole trip there too, visited <a href="http://www.hammerpress.net/">Hammer Press</a> and we were treated to a private tasting of crazy good snow cones by <a href="http://www.fresherthanfreshsnowcones.blogspot.com/">Fresher Than Fresh</a> the best snow cones on either side of the Mississippi! On top of all that we met a bunch of cool people at Hallmark Cards and they let us look at the archives which was incredible. I could have stayed there for hours. <br /><br />Anyway while we were on the tour we saw a little sign in the shape of panties and discovered this charming little panty and bra shop called <a href="http://www.birdiespanties.com/">Birdies</a>. Of course we had to meet these women and interview them. Here is what they have to say about beauty. Interesting!<br /><br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=4697850756345021369&hl=en&fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"> </embed><br /><br />Please excuse the choppiness of the video. I am still learning about editing. Weeee!<br /><br />MarthaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-87836177818307685002008-10-09T18:36:00.001-07:002008-10-09T18:48:33.585-07:00More Beauty Coming SoonHello People<br /><br />I have to apologize for neglecting the blog since we got back. After the trip we quickly got sucked back into the vortex of life. I am almost caught up on things and will be devoting some more time to our project soon. In the meantime, here is a beautiful piece of art we found at a gas station. Genius.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyirOyvG352INcP0aehSceUoP8rbJH9xhc1YxdOOXx57JAE9qODaKeM5T1GqGfZ00J4B9AcdiUxeCz26ShI4g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Thanks,<br />MarthaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-63104289566992291752008-09-18T11:36:00.000-07:002008-09-18T12:26:44.521-07:00Beauty School Up-Do<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUnHxy5412zfxNspmUY-aMLKOAZNtnXe6TVArS0knQmtwYAA7tQRpQoO5M6rSX553T7sKMZKsN-7Zaq-CD7e83MT_R8eQ0C0lW33N6fCrzbY5cEvvaI6YILW9Y-FLedVavWUGAdlchR47A/s1600-h/beautyheads.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUnHxy5412zfxNspmUY-aMLKOAZNtnXe6TVArS0knQmtwYAA7tQRpQoO5M6rSX553T7sKMZKsN-7Zaq-CD7e83MT_R8eQ0C0lW33N6fCrzbY5cEvvaI6YILW9Y-FLedVavWUGAdlchR47A/s400/beautyheads.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247437178102714290" /></a><br />After breakfast, we stumbled upon a beauty school in Pittsburgh. An up-do was only $15. The price was right for me! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgds8Hm3D_hTdZAQhyS7tyVX3rtp6ZZE7Noz2bCH2b-mEiiD0bkY3ef_BoxwMtAnVLgXzqMXcSnLDFmlYXrZeGfAEnoNMQA897pfap6IqjxngcwJ1bcWKztmelVf8dKWDoYikeF-xZYIsSb/s1600-h/inspire_1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgds8Hm3D_hTdZAQhyS7tyVX3rtp6ZZE7Noz2bCH2b-mEiiD0bkY3ef_BoxwMtAnVLgXzqMXcSnLDFmlYXrZeGfAEnoNMQA897pfap6IqjxngcwJ1bcWKztmelVf8dKWDoYikeF-xZYIsSb/s400/inspire_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247438670630822402" /></a><br />My student couldn't find the up-do book. And an instructor had to come and show her how to get it done. Donna said the students often took the up-do books home. So I had to tell them what kind of style I wanted. I had no earthly idea. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IPswfi99hDpB9a6lJyTkie4cgi00DnCyymUMiaz9GYGkSHExJJeOhmId_snavf43Zu8GdTf2q9Ro4vS1O3gku3PujbR_wcOCVZgl1yrkI09KwvqxJ06_bhgfiv_iAmJ_cvl_NilivLE1/s1600-h/donnnaadvice6_1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IPswfi99hDpB9a6lJyTkie4cgi00DnCyymUMiaz9GYGkSHExJJeOhmId_snavf43Zu8GdTf2q9Ro4vS1O3gku3PujbR_wcOCVZgl1yrkI09KwvqxJ06_bhgfiv_iAmJ_cvl_NilivLE1/s400/donnnaadvice6_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247438667985527330" /></a><br />Donna was pretty insightful. When getting an up-do, I imagine it makes the experience all the more worth while when you discuss relationships.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBPpAJQ7fPH3V6n88uPBTa3R-JgN1DSqqSqZNncHmFgJ6BvIGSNJ57Hj2lEzdyzdm9R-HgU_3nNSg1pggk5jZ3E1f_ay_iAfKrz7zHaOJudeFqnpWf3WDMde76vpaCtLKgFrBweeByBGX/s1600-h/rattedhair.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBPpAJQ7fPH3V6n88uPBTa3R-JgN1DSqqSqZNncHmFgJ6BvIGSNJ57Hj2lEzdyzdm9R-HgU_3nNSg1pggk5jZ3E1f_ay_iAfKrz7zHaOJudeFqnpWf3WDMde76vpaCtLKgFrBweeByBGX/s400/rattedhair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247437178652690018" /></a><br />A lot of ratting and hairspray.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8uZv0XrWOQnG9egvaMSpf-UEopOY08gvmyuafVAzc6hqaZuIGKFB4_IOYVR0Lsw4unkvfRymLvczKDKFUwIhnTjZ3puPcApNT0S9Kz1QhhMDxVpT2fLM_yguD__ZsL-AcCtaaH4efhFE/s1600-h/gettingitdone.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8uZv0XrWOQnG9egvaMSpf-UEopOY08gvmyuafVAzc6hqaZuIGKFB4_IOYVR0Lsw4unkvfRymLvczKDKFUwIhnTjZ3puPcApNT0S9Kz1QhhMDxVpT2fLM_yguD__ZsL-AcCtaaH4efhFE/s400/gettingitdone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247437181588314770" /></a><br />More ratting and hairspray.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TUZEjKLKjxny0fhRjtwUSWPlqVZap62tjCcMszD7WYwAZ0XBdO5RlWWqtwp3ompYh-1urMVcB-D4FAeCwPgODP5zZxmp1AJqQcAtCbpj1Ft6rFM34QrwyFktxXcR9dyhnuy4m-5o0Ob3/s1600-h/IMG_5940.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TUZEjKLKjxny0fhRjtwUSWPlqVZap62tjCcMszD7WYwAZ0XBdO5RlWWqtwp3ompYh-1urMVcB-D4FAeCwPgODP5zZxmp1AJqQcAtCbpj1Ft6rFM34QrwyFktxXcR9dyhnuy4m-5o0Ob3/s400/IMG_5940.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247438674745747906" /></a><br />Ah. Perfection. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9PnMd2E9bZWTtYm5ETNCC4H-KFCbd6HSxE7TTcwe3f8_4-VKI9fmmf-LVQbo-ogVaHMMJ4sPzXgk9e81bNYIxGZz8G3BL_0njfC4QvkhJzEnGiOE_Kq87aQHztxlhj40YfdDz8PmrgSH/s1600-h/IMG_5969.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9PnMd2E9bZWTtYm5ETNCC4H-KFCbd6HSxE7TTcwe3f8_4-VKI9fmmf-LVQbo-ogVaHMMJ4sPzXgk9e81bNYIxGZz8G3BL_0njfC4QvkhJzEnGiOE_Kq87aQHztxlhj40YfdDz8PmrgSH/s400/IMG_5969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247437184802724706" /></a><br />I was told to wrap toilet paper around my "do" before I went to sleep. I'm not sure if it really made a difference or if I did it in the correct spot. Still, I liked having an excuse to wrap TP around my head. I highly recommend it.Esther Pearl Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745379466437128601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-63291421601772947982008-09-16T14:57:00.000-07:002008-09-16T15:25:44.334-07:00Trust me your flaws ain't that badHow come the minute I got back to L.A. I felt all blobby and ugly and awkward? Maybe cause I just spent a month eating and drinking my way across the country and only went running once. But dang, I didn't think that way while on the trip. On the trip I enjoyed every day as it came at me and didn't get all negative thoughty-like. I am going to get those feelings back. Just have to work at it. <br /><br />Not surprisingly, during our trip we found that most people are obsessed with their own perceived flaws. They see bad things in themselves no one else notices. This is what leads to spending lots of moola on creams and lotions and getting people to operate on you or inject botulism into your head. No judgements, I am the worst when it comes to creams and stuff. Anyway I drew my perceived flaws.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-ZovnXeVLxVIZzzvF4-11UTdHAItzi3_D0h0Ax7PcU5N-UGbibc-kF5zJTGtNGxGnM6OosAPDvA-6tkGX16rqeL8iyxa-64e8El4ANzupkzPIxwU5UQqLPRIu8jr-qm_U6WT6t2o9V7j/s1600-h/blog_art1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-ZovnXeVLxVIZzzvF4-11UTdHAItzi3_D0h0Ax7PcU5N-UGbibc-kF5zJTGtNGxGnM6OosAPDvA-6tkGX16rqeL8iyxa-64e8El4ANzupkzPIxwU5UQqLPRIu8jr-qm_U6WT6t2o9V7j/s400/blog_art1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246745783172637954" /></a><br />This made me feel all bad so I decided I should do the opposite. This was much nicer and made me feel better. Doing the opposite of negative thinking really does make you feel good. I am practicing this from now, thinking positive first instead of thinking bad first. Below is a drawing of my good stuff.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh99254xTGUVHa3rWlw-8dTFn0QdM_xHgogbLxM3UAiOhDtRCC5MP4S-WZBa7GWa7ZVEnIa4Shv1-ep0JXJDAoTBAYSONQUTQkqgk565G6-S5Ep_4zeGGamc6p8c69uVE6tJyPwYV9EuzRu/s1600-h/blog_art.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh99254xTGUVHa3rWlw-8dTFn0QdM_xHgogbLxM3UAiOhDtRCC5MP4S-WZBa7GWa7ZVEnIa4Shv1-ep0JXJDAoTBAYSONQUTQkqgk565G6-S5Ep_4zeGGamc6p8c69uVE6tJyPwYV9EuzRu/s400/blog_art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246746405868735890" /></a><br />Remember this, no one sees your flaws but you and if someone does point them out then they are being crappy and who cares what crappy people think.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-11795664888441389352008-09-11T21:03:00.000-07:002008-09-11T21:39:23.867-07:00Nails: Pros n' Cons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9M5Dj_XTcSL8BUFxr_Q2B0Ie2kkA_9eWna3mq57GEltsGxche1OUZOTQe8mCvlgcwiqUdLqM6gGaARyfr-cR1ReIy4D1yglobLfX0pn4uJqeX-uJK2vv897-s-mIf_YsCGJAa_XCSdqv/s1600-h/IMG_5846.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9M5Dj_XTcSL8BUFxr_Q2B0Ie2kkA_9eWna3mq57GEltsGxche1OUZOTQe8mCvlgcwiqUdLqM6gGaARyfr-cR1ReIy4D1yglobLfX0pn4uJqeX-uJK2vv897-s-mIf_YsCGJAa_XCSdqv/s400/IMG_5846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244981621302601794" /></a><br />Hey we are on the 2nd to last day of our trip. YAY. Yesterday we had an AMAZING time in Kansas City, which I will get to later. I want you to know that this blog will go on despite the trip ending on Saturday. There is so much stuff we have not shared. It won't be in order, but who cares? Right?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShcrWUh-jdzB5Nhr2oYJnq6D6I0gjikL1U1Tgtj3sSLzkGD359Se0KHzZRS6P5TTVzD0WSoDHiXjXJQU1YfbDFy50axxmOkPgoS-0twPKKBCIQE53XsiONyJmmvJOWRWzuvnDA-zPqn4P/s1600-h/IMG_5908.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShcrWUh-jdzB5Nhr2oYJnq6D6I0gjikL1U1Tgtj3sSLzkGD359Se0KHzZRS6P5TTVzD0WSoDHiXjXJQU1YfbDFy50axxmOkPgoS-0twPKKBCIQE53XsiONyJmmvJOWRWzuvnDA-zPqn4P/s400/IMG_5908.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244981887535702370" /></a><br />OK so I got these nails in Pittsburgh. I am not sure how I feel about my hot pink, sparkly, airbrushed lady nails, so I thought I'd write down the pros and the cons of these dang thangs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PROS</span><br />Kinda pretty<br />Good for scalp massage<br />Flirty<br />Guys will open things for you<br />Scratching stuff is easier<br />Makes typing hard so people won't ask you to do it (this would be a con if you like typing)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYRa_N4P5bDKsoD2nzSf5rvM9aswwQ7shmEEWvlgvWH7lZUdCLchWEA48ipCVbb6q4j44F_hyvHLM2k04EibqeJdORByj51C3LhAkxRkYqzgpewvd3m11xFx7lcinzxrFiK0wmOMQc1D_/s1600-h/IMG_6009.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYRa_N4P5bDKsoD2nzSf5rvM9aswwQ7shmEEWvlgvWH7lZUdCLchWEA48ipCVbb6q4j44F_hyvHLM2k04EibqeJdORByj51C3LhAkxRkYqzgpewvd3m11xFx7lcinzxrFiK0wmOMQc1D_/s400/IMG_6009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244983671461336034" /></a><br />Hand puppets on your hand is way cuter<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjT9aUDcPtyFGpD5Fi-MGn8cX3GGWAKGrvQHx5b2KC4BJaTj-BUQaxGnr8x2zTJ2w38aIkJmrw9cc4A47bZHpTon6t6SVgfqz_e-B5yxtF1FVlWlw5BZLg54ryrfULNhvm3jyLHIjT3dwH/s1600-h/IMG_5918.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjT9aUDcPtyFGpD5Fi-MGn8cX3GGWAKGrvQHx5b2KC4BJaTj-BUQaxGnr8x2zTJ2w38aIkJmrw9cc4A47bZHpTon6t6SVgfqz_e-B5yxtF1FVlWlw5BZLg54ryrfULNhvm3jyLHIjT3dwH/s400/IMG_5918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244983421393840450" /></a><br />Pointing is more dramatic<br />Makes nice tapping noises<br />Express your individuality through airbrush n' color!<br />Not good for hard labor so don't do hard labor<br />Picking a Uke is so rad with fancy nails<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHawrq0x8veyp744QTHmVR0MHwHGRA0u3AKhX4WJR5zQ_aNbmKn2wD3ZD8NSCjeXQZcfWRa3ELoHHvUkBH8Fflp5GRX-OL1jWTiWr6CJqfQtDsVXd5GK-3BuK097NSEfyX8WH_xzJhivjx/s1600-h/IMG_5871.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHawrq0x8veyp744QTHmVR0MHwHGRA0u3AKhX4WJR5zQ_aNbmKn2wD3ZD8NSCjeXQZcfWRa3ELoHHvUkBH8Fflp5GRX-OL1jWTiWr6CJqfQtDsVXd5GK-3BuK097NSEfyX8WH_xzJhivjx/s400/IMG_5871.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244984526593163186" /></a><br />You can't open Slim Jims<br />Lady like <br />Holding things looks nicer<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRIklY-VHODFODIjhg1Snv3R0SU_tAziK1Ef4e5Xn8IJx5euOYGC2mGNyYq0E70qus7sBWSoWS4m52tukm2ILtkqNZKjGOgA-fy-rnQlAi16S6e8y9ICslSxzS-juJNKhSR5JDNNXIipY/s1600-h/IMG_5851.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRIklY-VHODFODIjhg1Snv3R0SU_tAziK1Ef4e5Xn8IJx5euOYGC2mGNyYq0E70qus7sBWSoWS4m52tukm2ILtkqNZKjGOgA-fy-rnQlAi16S6e8y9ICslSxzS-juJNKhSR5JDNNXIipY/s400/IMG_5851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244984990184956546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjx50LN5thEL7ZpaTrLYrT9Ncg4gHgjNenpm5ZLpjhY2dW6TMqjoxSyoCVqPoMPLe6IGG4eTIE1JhipcWtJ3gKzJgvq5B-NY13Le9zVMwygl7-lzkcTS-_a_X7yGED5hgaNhHwDAiCLfA/s1600-h/IMG_5904.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjx50LN5thEL7ZpaTrLYrT9Ncg4gHgjNenpm5ZLpjhY2dW6TMqjoxSyoCVqPoMPLe6IGG4eTIE1JhipcWtJ3gKzJgvq5B-NY13Le9zVMwygl7-lzkcTS-_a_X7yGED5hgaNhHwDAiCLfA/s400/IMG_5904.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244985150169882002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxKWiTsqUSzDmKpVASrZ6K7cyfJCBkZHWV9qiSXo2KgfnvRVf_pckh2JohCeCBhx2JIV9Vl27pcRW4nc3JVx4QAkSKmQ72o-LBOc3kldZAtaYkJkpzazHBXe4D-ZIKhYxweVyHXQTrflt/s1600-h/IMG_5902.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxKWiTsqUSzDmKpVASrZ6K7cyfJCBkZHWV9qiSXo2KgfnvRVf_pckh2JohCeCBhx2JIV9Vl27pcRW4nc3JVx4QAkSKmQ72o-LBOc3kldZAtaYkJkpzazHBXe4D-ZIKhYxweVyHXQTrflt/s400/IMG_5902.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244985462087044402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDkd5CLNbGJu2gqTR8dKQ0DGycFGe7dN5NQOsJjgVjc84iS_rVvEqMgiXZElL7BoG7h8Hmwcpuows2meGdsNEoR59P8QjFs27HM8L8h0QSF5D4xTlk_fUwReEa5jGc6cgi22bmbFCh0E-/s1600-h/IMG_5980.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDkd5CLNbGJu2gqTR8dKQ0DGycFGe7dN5NQOsJjgVjc84iS_rVvEqMgiXZElL7BoG7h8Hmwcpuows2meGdsNEoR59P8QjFs27HM8L8h0QSF5D4xTlk_fUwReEa5jGc6cgi22bmbFCh0E-/s400/IMG_5980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244985689879544626" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CONS</span><br />Can't open stuff<br />Grabbing things is not easy<br />Zippers hard <br />They get caught on stuff and bend backwards. Yow!<br />Food gets stuck under<br />Can't perform surgery<br />Can't dial cell phones<br />Typing hard (could also be a good thing)<br />Makes you a little helpless<br />Lady like<br />Nose picking impossible and GROSS<br />Even though you look cool picking the Uke, the sounds aren't good<br />Contact lenses impossible to take out<br />Nails can't breath<br />OB Tampons (ewww) I won't explain (not my bag)<br />No teeth picking<br />Slows down the digging thru purse process<br />Painting ruins them<br />Annoying<br />Makes it looks like you don't work hard<br /><br />So I don't know. What do you think? Is it more beautiful to have lady nails or can I go back to normal?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-31140283385598725652008-09-09T09:42:00.000-07:002008-09-09T10:06:23.720-07:00Pittsburgh Nails<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4fGXGwZ8vI2p4KujIfI1X-SDiaRrBMoYR9ihyphenhyphenjBKrscKDMfecJj4zDm0fe7nlweRDufhhNMmV-8Qz_mXUxUBtd_LFpM4ZkjsbfHRJFFkFlagnp95VGDiJ33RQUUX9KapxI7LAy5dP7QS/s1600-h/IMG_3289.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4fGXGwZ8vI2p4KujIfI1X-SDiaRrBMoYR9ihyphenhyphenjBKrscKDMfecJj4zDm0fe7nlweRDufhhNMmV-8Qz_mXUxUBtd_LFpM4ZkjsbfHRJFFkFlagnp95VGDiJ33RQUUX9KapxI7LAy5dP7QS/s400/IMG_3289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063837043384178" /></a><br /><br />Martha and I had acrylic nails put on at Bobby's Nails in Pittsburgh, PA. It took half and hour each and cost about $35-45 each. First you are fitted with plastic crazy ass long nails that are glued onto the tips of your nails. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdZFhFq7uB3AJ3Fd-2ingZmRAOPlH5p1gWPj4WnhaaafNO-UdVYoTlEwnbH8Fy4MTYHaUGH1PAd9sJ1UtPFPD-qHypWsCqEaZgoHQKrDTvVzHf3hVm_ya_Uu6n9IRlArdO3FCNeIAMQzC/s1600-h/IMG_5829.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdZFhFq7uB3AJ3Fd-2ingZmRAOPlH5p1gWPj4WnhaaafNO-UdVYoTlEwnbH8Fy4MTYHaUGH1PAd9sJ1UtPFPD-qHypWsCqEaZgoHQKrDTvVzHf3hVm_ya_Uu6n9IRlArdO3FCNeIAMQzC/s400/IMG_5829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063840374454722" /></a><br /><br />Bobby's Nails was run by a sweet family. Mom started us off and soon her daughter Thanh came in to do the paint work. Thanh was a wise soul taking journalism. "Some people who get their nails done are trying to fill in something that is missing in their lives. But beauty is really who you are inside." <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLJwdIrOca99ZoJ1KH-Wq_i0ZFgllEYdHlm6GfDuY0UIVFa11DAo1NP1u6hoG2Da-rDgQmsRbbz5mVl3nVXaKC6yP3oM3TepbGrStFiNwHxyKdMwMy0pJrMXmKHj1PYC3Vn5iqH4umpIQ/s1600-h/IMG_5869.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLJwdIrOca99ZoJ1KH-Wq_i0ZFgllEYdHlm6GfDuY0UIVFa11DAo1NP1u6hoG2Da-rDgQmsRbbz5mVl3nVXaKC6yP3oM3TepbGrStFiNwHxyKdMwMy0pJrMXmKHj1PYC3Vn5iqH4umpIQ/s400/IMG_5869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063846468663330" /></a><br /><br />It is hard to get used to. I can't play the ukelele or even tune it with these nails. How does Dolly Parton do it? Did't her long nails even inspire the song "9-5" while she was tapping on her guiltar? One thing these nails are good for is shampooing my hair. I can give myself a great scalp scrub. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvYK7zXuLfCOjuN2qCXapIbBFgebnZbfH7YWiR2V9zvuHOnrZlstFRNQElA1iBtyVOzRYE5DuGIY-zaqlFjK02Mm2-ryFNFrGX6qPWT2QAXfYkr8lW5U_Sdld1XvHxkOe6cR1CAH2QleO/s1600-h/IMG_5834.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvYK7zXuLfCOjuN2qCXapIbBFgebnZbfH7YWiR2V9zvuHOnrZlstFRNQElA1iBtyVOzRYE5DuGIY-zaqlFjK02Mm2-ryFNFrGX6qPWT2QAXfYkr8lW5U_Sdld1XvHxkOe6cR1CAH2QleO/s400/IMG_5834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063860450051442" /></a><br /><br />We were told the most popular colors were black and gold for the Steelers football team. There were airbrushed nails with images of palm trees, skulls, and even beloved Jesus, but you had to wait for the dad to come in to do the fancy airbrush. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWn9beNvzchjcvyK7nQITnj8yLYQKVc-RDIJdLocmWla1zlHGlzCS_Vvqomv0cKkT3kvJkDlt1y1YLDXuQifTLRjfDshTB0KxLlGkgH6JVISTPuqqxulcmlSz3vLCqvq3EgqN2fOQmovq/s1600-h/IMG_3277.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWn9beNvzchjcvyK7nQITnj8yLYQKVc-RDIJdLocmWla1zlHGlzCS_Vvqomv0cKkT3kvJkDlt1y1YLDXuQifTLRjfDshTB0KxLlGkgH6JVISTPuqqxulcmlSz3vLCqvq3EgqN2fOQmovq/s400/IMG_3277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063860884966274" /></a><br /><br />Martha's zombie hands don't look quite like the "I love nails" poster on the wall. Maybe she just needs to be holding diamonds and jewels.Esther Pearl Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745379466437128601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-60078867737183247222008-09-06T01:39:00.000-07:002008-09-06T03:17:15.790-07:00Last Day in Beauty City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL2B5mln00r2i8Ags5unjY8y0P-6125GS4UnHro00_oN6VfVrKvawDLo7y9fo3YJBvvkxfQaszskAGuRvVx3Kol_1G6sK33IfTzYWvPNIjsvVIwB2bR4Dkr4LAU0ZOLoKNzn-yozfO7Sg/s1600-h/IMG_4835.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL2B5mln00r2i8Ags5unjY8y0P-6125GS4UnHro00_oN6VfVrKvawDLo7y9fo3YJBvvkxfQaszskAGuRvVx3Kol_1G6sK33IfTzYWvPNIjsvVIwB2bR4Dkr4LAU0ZOLoKNzn-yozfO7Sg/s400/IMG_4835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242825699171788130" /></a><br />It is our last day in Paris, a most beautiful city! We'll be leaving tomorrow morning very early. Despite the wonderful time we have had here, I am feeling a bit homesick. It'll be nice to be able to use my cell phone again, although it has been good for me to not be obsessively checking things. I should learn from this. It'll also be nice not to feel like a big dummy when trying to converse. Je voudrais un vert de vin rouge is all I can muster. Oh and... bonjour, bonsoir, et merci madames ou monsieur, can't forget those. Dang that's it! I need to learn a new language.<br /><br />I'd like to say we discovered some earth-shatteringly new about beauty from the French, so far not yet, maybe we will, it might come to me later. There is still time. I saved going into one of the Pharmacies here for today. They seem to have magical creams and lotions in them, we'll see what happens. Maybe there will be a cream to cure wrinkles? Or maybe I should just leave my wrinkles alone? I'll let you know once I go in, what things I find. <br /><br />Here are some random images for now. The picture above is from a beauty shop across the street from our hotel. They have red velvet stanchions and a guard outside the front to keep the riff-raff out. Each of the heads (there are many adorning the building) has a rainbow sheen when you walk past. Very fancy! I would be scared to go in though. Intimidating rainbows and beauty guards.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOl0v_Equ6wESovwMNlZKiCSpmqm1lctHJ75pKUrVfrSNcDmd5zhTMCpN3FDZz_17ZXJBkeuOwqbW4kKvt4hyphenhyphen7i4KrcbFguguUxrCpeXstuCaQ6HEPSRlrimo4zxseZtZ-nuA8LOnqsmz/s1600-h/IMG_4854.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOl0v_Equ6wESovwMNlZKiCSpmqm1lctHJ75pKUrVfrSNcDmd5zhTMCpN3FDZz_17ZXJBkeuOwqbW4kKvt4hyphenhyphen7i4KrcbFguguUxrCpeXstuCaQ6HEPSRlrimo4zxseZtZ-nuA8LOnqsmz/s400/IMG_4854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826797897549474" /></a><br />This is a crepe-making man. He looks super pissed to be making crepes. There definitely should be crepe stands in Pasadena. So good, yummy and simple. Why not? Hey how about a crepe truck? Tacos and crepes! Culture merge.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnt-spCmWq4MQ8gJVbFDCzokYqoryEIefMp99xdpofb419UdqdbkhPRj9JAHX6izNi-g6xIkriJrUB4A-xwZvpqETjdyOrqJ5_3D7-Ahn1lF6aGsy5ol824Zd7Rbous7oIV2IaePaA1CbN/s1600-h/IMG_4855.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnt-spCmWq4MQ8gJVbFDCzokYqoryEIefMp99xdpofb419UdqdbkhPRj9JAHX6izNi-g6xIkriJrUB4A-xwZvpqETjdyOrqJ5_3D7-Ahn1lF6aGsy5ol824Zd7Rbous7oIV2IaePaA1CbN/s400/IMG_4855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242827043893356050" /></a><br />McDonald's in Paris is not beautiful. Supposedly there is free wifi in all McDonald's, but I just couldn't bring myself to go in. It seems like it would burn to set foot in Micky D's, like a vampire and holy water. Just not right, you know? I also counted FOUR Starbuck's in the Latin Quarter. NOOOOOO!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oFCcBvaFp0aU9aCMRM7qQ0OJazfT2aJgt2eAgZpUvWb1O3-ofXLjBpsoperdoiYh4yOFn5b7l8TbWJ_DJnNIJj8nlCVSC7Ha0CdH1usVrL-pt_ueqj9dvNSq-tAr1QYKNMLYYkEE9fQY/s1600-h/IMG_5021.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oFCcBvaFp0aU9aCMRM7qQ0OJazfT2aJgt2eAgZpUvWb1O3-ofXLjBpsoperdoiYh4yOFn5b7l8TbWJ_DJnNIJj8nlCVSC7Ha0CdH1usVrL-pt_ueqj9dvNSq-tAr1QYKNMLYYkEE9fQY/s400/IMG_5021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242827696494259442" /></a><br />Not sure who these guys are on the brownie yogurt packages. I am guessing soccer players. Soccer players really make me want to eat brownie-flavored yogurt. The packaging here is CRAZY. Esther has been going to the super markets every day. So very different from Von's. She has found some fantastic things. So anyway this is just a taste. I have MUCH more to share once I get back home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-89136306199578893632008-09-02T15:31:00.000-07:002008-09-02T16:00:09.294-07:00We are all the same on the whole for sureI have had more time to hang out in Paris, but still haven't met a lot of Parisians so my thoughts are based on walking around with a bunch of Americans. Not that that is a bad thing. So my take as of day three is, people here are stunning, but they must have the same hang ups as us. I base this on the amount of flaw-correcting places I have come across strolling dans les Rues.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLAlHgUkg4XRhSmgrOb0nUilC0wak4hgOj7u_YLmVhFI35M7-p9fMrCHtS5DleFqJkHrxLGjZVZReBWyxuB8-rwXOoCJJ_1ABB36d6vMb6oR2nUVelLtE06lVHMjmsZiQ8SJKTbYUjEWP/s1600-h/IMG_4969.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLAlHgUkg4XRhSmgrOb0nUilC0wak4hgOj7u_YLmVhFI35M7-p9fMrCHtS5DleFqJkHrxLGjZVZReBWyxuB8-rwXOoCJJ_1ABB36d6vMb6oR2nUVelLtE06lVHMjmsZiQ8SJKTbYUjEWP/s400/IMG_4969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241557163321519154" border="0" /></a><br />Suck in that gut and get some booty junk all up in your grill.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1tN-scE9WB48UW47CQ63dRvjPNVcOTNb1wj9H9Y5HWNbEVcf2zrHxAEiICT6stkwHLHfr3KJOqY4qqYNWAKu1PzWqsBG62DasnA9GLPqhR80ODOfhARnDY7d5_9xCtbMO8a59-hZqkME/s1600-h/IMG_5017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1tN-scE9WB48UW47CQ63dRvjPNVcOTNb1wj9H9Y5HWNbEVcf2zrHxAEiICT6stkwHLHfr3KJOqY4qqYNWAKu1PzWqsBG62DasnA9GLPqhR80ODOfhARnDY7d5_9xCtbMO8a59-hZqkME/s400/IMG_5017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241558388042169858" border="0" /></a><br />Brussez les dentes 90210 style.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjkOyK4xM88gy-D7IadZzM4uDECuETumOSGYVeelkKM7vxNloC9oaGu8c72ZtRYvBX_EOGNjnDWZl7iW0oI3IvY-LizWsyXQBU8SXZx5W-JsxmxGxTizQKLbzaiSxGfXE1Xl-jlD2P8w4/s1600-h/IMG_4974.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjkOyK4xM88gy-D7IadZzM4uDECuETumOSGYVeelkKM7vxNloC9oaGu8c72ZtRYvBX_EOGNjnDWZl7iW0oI3IvY-LizWsyXQBU8SXZx5W-JsxmxGxTizQKLbzaiSxGfXE1Xl-jlD2P8w4/s400/IMG_4974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241558676265886610" border="0" /></a><br />Kick it lice. This is so NOT American. American's would never admit to lice.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtP0FaiYrWpz1FKeypAVLV9xeYpSjt2SQJSrV1vYEJ9BykUM-x0st7sa3TSR9Z2Nv0myTQnw-pHF27tI75nT6pJ9t8ZofhI5h43syILdFvXY4ADUweCu_ms7ESklfmJEj-6R4W-uGeSkV/s1600-h/IMG_5067.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtP0FaiYrWpz1FKeypAVLV9xeYpSjt2SQJSrV1vYEJ9BykUM-x0st7sa3TSR9Z2Nv0myTQnw-pHF27tI75nT6pJ9t8ZofhI5h43syILdFvXY4ADUweCu_ms7ESklfmJEj-6R4W-uGeSkV/s400/IMG_5067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241559718387815890" border="0" /></a><br />That dude don't need nuttin. And you ain't gonna look like that with a laser on ya. That's for sure.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn40Ji0IKnz1d77sQphRHtovN-RnuKOFW7MSXRd5O_cww5TNc066fsygq-y9OhzkRb2G9NbFBmhB2JPW7ZIrOXPAGJuz3codM8FK3btSyKCGLBeanNuRY0QE9zzVfLbCoPYHuUZqUyT8lG/s1600-h/IMG_5068.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn40Ji0IKnz1d77sQphRHtovN-RnuKOFW7MSXRd5O_cww5TNc066fsygq-y9OhzkRb2G9NbFBmhB2JPW7ZIrOXPAGJuz3codM8FK3btSyKCGLBeanNuRY0QE9zzVfLbCoPYHuUZqUyT8lG/s400/IMG_5068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241560363333168130" border="0" /></a><br />Please stop smoking. Yes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbWvP4p-ur6iZcBQf6YZU7bG2o0tfE_CWsyaHEfztH3dU4HbwlHs5WqonDOzKFrnAsOC5SSX4xi4QiBsWMsAA1MJYEqc3Ntl1-gYjw7fvFDGUJS8aN2wZmPfDRJ56ouUOdkPCdDoYX43S/s1600-h/IMG_5069.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbWvP4p-ur6iZcBQf6YZU7bG2o0tfE_CWsyaHEfztH3dU4HbwlHs5WqonDOzKFrnAsOC5SSX4xi4QiBsWMsAA1MJYEqc3Ntl1-gYjw7fvFDGUJS8aN2wZmPfDRJ56ouUOdkPCdDoYX43S/s400/IMG_5069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241560366215332306" border="0" /></a><br />See, they want lift too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj342sJgeWAPhM73PM2CBg7lbE1l58U8SsNJSdMkC-cAxh8jHshEL5Mbds1hFUwyLLe0GevFhg1wKfL-COOBloxBhrahiITiLXlW-WFB-7NnVgbbARrQeTILBiliB3dVVjvCPSbrQlBzbrx/s1600-h/IMG_5070.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj342sJgeWAPhM73PM2CBg7lbE1l58U8SsNJSdMkC-cAxh8jHshEL5Mbds1hFUwyLLe0GevFhg1wKfL-COOBloxBhrahiITiLXlW-WFB-7NnVgbbARrQeTILBiliB3dVVjvCPSbrQlBzbrx/s400/IMG_5070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241560367403883154" border="0" /></a><br />One good thing is that the naked boob is not something to be shocked by. I still can't understand the mindset behind all the fear of boob in the U.S. Boobs are good!<br /><br />OK so I'll stop. Trying to meet some real French people for the real scoop. Sorry there is no art. I did not bring my scanner over here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-52530837602411129342008-09-01T14:32:00.000-07:002008-09-01T15:22:20.675-07:00I am a walking clicheOK so Paris is fricking BEAUTIFUL! I said it. Sooo cliched I know. The light is beautiful, the people are beautiful, the architecture is beautiful, the food, the breezes, the language, even the wine is beautiful. Damn. I wanted to be original, discover a pimple on the legend, but so far I can't. Well maybe here is one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsRM_5x4zXGxdFhgSMhN8Bu8xoFKFDIrcfb4GkPxZRe0SQXDZOxiYzcKthPjzB8jm23Hm0J8gXH-oi2Ploq_it-M3iknwrxkumg2xLc3Q0DPrM8h3d-GsTgZDuNo3KvMwOsXFAyvPGlprT/s1600-h/IMG_4906.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsRM_5x4zXGxdFhgSMhN8Bu8xoFKFDIrcfb4GkPxZRe0SQXDZOxiYzcKthPjzB8jm23Hm0J8gXH-oi2Ploq_it-M3iknwrxkumg2xLc3Q0DPrM8h3d-GsTgZDuNo3KvMwOsXFAyvPGlprT/s400/IMG_4906.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241169909660755122" /></a><br />I have seen a lot of graffiti mostly bad, but there was some beautiful graffiti out near the airport that you can see from the train into the city. They used unusual colors. Lots of pinks and yellows. Very different from L.A. and NYC.<br /><br />But back to beauty, what I have noticed about the women is that they look fresh and clean, minimal, natural beauty. Maybe there is a part of town where people are prone to heavy blue eyeshadow, penciled-in eyebrows, dark black eyeliner and frosty pink outlined lips, but I haven't been there yet. I'd like to go there, but as of now I have only been in the 6th and 7th arrondisements. <br /><br />The men are put together and handsome, young and old, even though many are smoky smoky. No slobs in the lot. It appears effortless. Granted I am only seeing the surface. I don't know if there is a different attitude about beauty. I have noticed just as many wrinkle cream ads and beauty treatment places as the U.S. and there are the usual women's magazines with skinny glamourous models everywhere. Tomorrow I will be meeting new people and maybe I can find out more. Dig a little deeper. For now here are some pictures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawuuMfHeG1c8Yomaf0-eC-piIkikQObwjk-4FmySRwWUpNEMoSvcprMx13tT_sKE0xGsoIUVZR1O1NsUE8IJAQSOeqpTRt1zBU359Wal9mPvQ95SQGHVy4rsMcFB61LOgUEzy3yRw51Au/s1600-h/IMG_4872.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawuuMfHeG1c8Yomaf0-eC-piIkikQObwjk-4FmySRwWUpNEMoSvcprMx13tT_sKE0xGsoIUVZR1O1NsUE8IJAQSOeqpTRt1zBU359Wal9mPvQ95SQGHVy4rsMcFB61LOgUEzy3yRw51Au/s400/IMG_4872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241175276032695890" /></a><br />Our waiter pouring Kir Royales at Les Deux Magots to go with my croque monsieur. Touristy but quite nice.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwrfdl_CF60iWAVLZ1shwvzov4NVpuwBOOEePGoGZBnIgtjrs0Bhsoi-WPwLg-XPkCbhU91WYAREUC7MRuDXGB9oMuI3JV5shZRtBVwh6N7a52kprk5GkZyhsoaIdRSnYMYS7or-Ii-5mj/s1600-h/IMG_4875.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwrfdl_CF60iWAVLZ1shwvzov4NVpuwBOOEePGoGZBnIgtjrs0Bhsoi-WPwLg-XPkCbhU91WYAREUC7MRuDXGB9oMuI3JV5shZRtBVwh6N7a52kprk5GkZyhsoaIdRSnYMYS7or-Ii-5mj/s400/IMG_4875.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241175543917737330" /></a><br />This light is at 9:30 pm! Unbelievable.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfE_1nhsXjakg64t1XfnjQOdZjxa9WWTSd1xHcnUHpwth8E-xoLJegMMfgROKl4WH13kwBEsO0vO9vNdk-a2TBhR0oy_zT7NlTIPne2aEwhr6Wiy-uTcJWfA3fnjp7JZ33SZOHbOSXEMo/s1600-h/IMG_4887.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfE_1nhsXjakg64t1XfnjQOdZjxa9WWTSd1xHcnUHpwth8E-xoLJegMMfgROKl4WH13kwBEsO0vO9vNdk-a2TBhR0oy_zT7NlTIPne2aEwhr6Wiy-uTcJWfA3fnjp7JZ33SZOHbOSXEMo/s400/IMG_4887.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241176246467518114" /></a><br />The people at the end of the road had their giant window wide open so you could peak into their home. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ykieh4qfT8u3LNbGrZ86xsa0pmZQ0UWPJP8m1fBgX8SYUVdgl-TxaNa6dz7u3Xhx9m2SWw97PlsR66k_puo6WnUmvkaW6IjFg3py5mMw3swnlDDlA9WINF5UwGv2ritWs_1QmaDTP6iY/s1600-h/IMG_4896.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ykieh4qfT8u3LNbGrZ86xsa0pmZQ0UWPJP8m1fBgX8SYUVdgl-TxaNa6dz7u3Xhx9m2SWw97PlsR66k_puo6WnUmvkaW6IjFg3py5mMw3swnlDDlA9WINF5UwGv2ritWs_1QmaDTP6iY/s400/IMG_4896.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241176657921166818" /></a><br />A strange mannequin in a window.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn50Z3oX0_0PYrz5veSIMZdkxitI-bFNcEMHvUQyE7KWBPfEiL8b0QhuOCBqZXJm82U1KNxhN4s9JzhtHEmFBbKLQrpuu8l0_yspg7a0A_sbwLbvUqxM13Lz0LlJlA2mQN-BP2hP_aGccn/s1600-h/IMG_4900.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn50Z3oX0_0PYrz5veSIMZdkxitI-bFNcEMHvUQyE7KWBPfEiL8b0QhuOCBqZXJm82U1KNxhN4s9JzhtHEmFBbKLQrpuu8l0_yspg7a0A_sbwLbvUqxM13Lz0LlJlA2mQN-BP2hP_aGccn/s400/IMG_4900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241177193108081618" /></a><br />I thought these were soaps, but they are macaroons. Who knew? Even the cookies are beautiful. Jerks! OK that graffiti was probably by someone from the U.S.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0NTq7YPGLPG6Npn_eiOGnb6HZ_ni4iQTi9CsqnToY4ltfQcaz2d_I8XuccVpzR0npJ_KC5Nv4hqT8RNAlVg1q-cYGRmWI1Rj6K6SXBLra3Zh9aYWrHFtLUkSYKwS56xgHVwoVyr05NEB/s1600-h/IMG_4911.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0NTq7YPGLPG6Npn_eiOGnb6HZ_ni4iQTi9CsqnToY4ltfQcaz2d_I8XuccVpzR0npJ_KC5Nv4hqT8RNAlVg1q-cYGRmWI1Rj6K6SXBLra3Zh9aYWrHFtLUkSYKwS56xgHVwoVyr05NEB/s400/IMG_4911.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241177600115960898" /></a><br />I am going to rent one of these tomorrow. My feet are already killing me. I am wimpy. Here is something funny. I am watching Fatal Attraction in French, trying to figure out what they are saying. Je ne seront pas ignorés!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-51958713789496360892008-08-31T06:00:00.000-07:002008-08-31T12:12:18.814-07:00There is a french lady in my room<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIao-WlxuN6wvuKGApawR55VYsx5wUyXPrZXez_vIjDAp6PegbmgSlQj60xdbNewebTvSnHxyl2pMtdKIUPROyl47xH0ZwQVyBp56SlVOMo2j97I4sIDNXezQ8xiYg0ZIGYJW1on1KQUry/s1600-h/IMG_4793.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIao-WlxuN6wvuKGApawR55VYsx5wUyXPrZXez_vIjDAp6PegbmgSlQj60xdbNewebTvSnHxyl2pMtdKIUPROyl47xH0ZwQVyBp56SlVOMo2j97I4sIDNXezQ8xiYg0ZIGYJW1on1KQUry/s400/IMG_4793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683988772817986" border="0" /></a><br />This painting overlooks my bed in Paris. I thought the wifi was going to be free at my hotel but it is not, so my blogs will be few and far between until we get back to the states. 5 euros for 45 minutes. Je suis whatever. UPDATE: I will find some spots outside the hotel and keep the blog up. So far everyone I have seen outside is beautiful. I am feeling insecure. Oh my.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAx-3k3_87nafM3HRUd6MZOQ6kX9LHKDhJI3W8CW7IhmugZam12AcxhDDY099v9Xe-rvl4R2Zd4OzEKbkIXf0pWs3l-OMCw49Vu5LlcuTt1HRRyS3XNhMZ2l5MO5hYhSsBLZi1X6Q0psfA/s1600-h/IMG_4782.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAx-3k3_87nafM3HRUd6MZOQ6kX9LHKDhJI3W8CW7IhmugZam12AcxhDDY099v9Xe-rvl4R2Zd4OzEKbkIXf0pWs3l-OMCw49Vu5LlcuTt1HRRyS3XNhMZ2l5MO5hYhSsBLZi1X6Q0psfA/s400/IMG_4782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240684768654240274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyWCSK07P5wMV5WsNAXnEdQ_OA28F63eHTwp0eXqyWLkTG7uWWYcmM54sv4Pkc1az96kX6Z5AS-Vp67D8sXMCEOJgcKS5NmSNnwhgCSC-BV7Pclh59F4h_XYH8n9lQtNvBDHEGdreXq-1/s1600-h/IMG_4783.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyWCSK07P5wMV5WsNAXnEdQ_OA28F63eHTwp0eXqyWLkTG7uWWYcmM54sv4Pkc1az96kX6Z5AS-Vp67D8sXMCEOJgcKS5NmSNnwhgCSC-BV7Pclh59F4h_XYH8n9lQtNvBDHEGdreXq-1/s400/IMG_4783.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240684769315824434" /></a><br />This is us trying to be beautiful on the RER train after flying on the lovely red eye to Charles de Gaulle. So very perty and fresh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdsEDs-6-ThfV_yTlKi22dF72q-QxvSBhwVPkC_GuXo2coad-cxm5EYf-ncI9qFAGhM9biGKIVcHUp7MCoiykHHoqBSl31VSF_0p05EIzwt7Lf5a4IEfS6lkT0BJEWpw2aa9EDdExRQeX/s1600-h/IMG_4788.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdsEDs-6-ThfV_yTlKi22dF72q-QxvSBhwVPkC_GuXo2coad-cxm5EYf-ncI9qFAGhM9biGKIVcHUp7MCoiykHHoqBSl31VSF_0p05EIzwt7Lf5a4IEfS6lkT0BJEWpw2aa9EDdExRQeX/s400/IMG_4788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240685059268381106" /></a><br />One of my two windows overlooking Le Rue de Tourville. My room is very pink.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAY9Uwk-uW7apF-38VZT8k4KJOM7-PvCzT0tgxlxKJ9L_qIpuTGs_nIBhZksva-vm8FkmakQOUnlcUf1DWRTNeII0PLg1K2W3l5lw-lpdxMf2UzimgDmXjuKU85Lyt95I0ZaLZMYmvS63/s1600-h/IMG_4790.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAY9Uwk-uW7apF-38VZT8k4KJOM7-PvCzT0tgxlxKJ9L_qIpuTGs_nIBhZksva-vm8FkmakQOUnlcUf1DWRTNeII0PLg1K2W3l5lw-lpdxMf2UzimgDmXjuKU85Lyt95I0ZaLZMYmvS63/s400/IMG_4790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240685824289661698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGc_TRxI3DHBD5PYm-UkSQBcnrsuuxjrN0GA56PT5eYWR92iCGjXOZ0kuL0fRNfyirpaH6bg36O2t8WaPF-RxULSrWMhpquTXj_gynvgp0qcsaSxj49XAA_1NhXlLigAAx5igPtgak71lI/s1600-h/IMG_4791.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGc_TRxI3DHBD5PYm-UkSQBcnrsuuxjrN0GA56PT5eYWR92iCGjXOZ0kuL0fRNfyirpaH6bg36O2t8WaPF-RxULSrWMhpquTXj_gynvgp0qcsaSxj49XAA_1NhXlLigAAx5igPtgak71lI/s400/IMG_4791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240685822126707826" /></a><br />This is the view from my room. I am going to stop now before my 45 minutes are up and go get some bread, wine and cheese. Trying so hard not to go to sleep right now. I need to get on Paris time. Will report more on French beauty later this week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-42117865889170926842008-08-29T08:54:00.000-07:002008-08-29T09:09:52.020-07:00The Orr's Island Pearl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbIZeFzJtG7KpQ9BoVCy0yyrD5okKUAhizU6EC6g7KvlMsJRz7V1JbOeJMwZg9DBhLTvoakyhD94jP13J7z-qqBfGkk4qzNhJB8QMibw2cHsweTcAF4H0pOi5dbgThxz-jRXc4vPaGf8R/s1600-h/orr'sisland.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbIZeFzJtG7KpQ9BoVCy0yyrD5okKUAhizU6EC6g7KvlMsJRz7V1JbOeJMwZg9DBhLTvoakyhD94jP13J7z-qqBfGkk4qzNhJB8QMibw2cHsweTcAF4H0pOi5dbgThxz-jRXc4vPaGf8R/s400/orr'sisland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969325989683266" /></a><br /><br />We stayed at Calef Brown's family cabin on Orr's Island. The one bedroom house was purchased by his father for $700 a long time ago and moved to it's present location. <br /><br />Cooking in the cabin has been a treat. We picked blueberries off the bushes and made a pie! The salmon and corn taste like nothing else. At night you can see so may stars. I slept so solid. Enjoying the land with friends and family has always been my idea of beauty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sBK0-NT3X_rubV2SFwsrhKsbwP06q7FEIk35Rn2Ch1pff2VwHvV6BrilepS8tokVCHzeDZEGw7vYtkWveHjN0-PHOfeg6tH-1vVihZHkCLFHf6IP3fVKumuDL1ipS7-jvk0DXK1H04wJ/s1600-h/n108497.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sBK0-NT3X_rubV2SFwsrhKsbwP06q7FEIk35Rn2Ch1pff2VwHvV6BrilepS8tokVCHzeDZEGw7vYtkWveHjN0-PHOfeg6tH-1vVihZHkCLFHf6IP3fVKumuDL1ipS7-jvk0DXK1H04wJ/s400/n108497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969325526003218" /></a><br /><br />In the cabin, I found a novel by Harriet Beecher Stowe titled "The Pearl of Orr's Island," a story of a young girl growing up among strong women and fisherman on the tiny Island. I adore reading about a place I am standing in, from a text written years ago. It reminds me how special it is to be alive. How very similar and so differently we all look at the world around us, each in our own time.Esther Pearl Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745379466437128601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-69078394875839255142008-08-29T07:26:00.000-07:002008-08-29T08:36:45.214-07:00Beauty on the Inside<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gj1czDsD70_VvjaqUVkXG-2g9Xr9DDsoWMBtluBdnkb6nVBme10U7c84i910Gr41OniBZpW9-rkQHY6BlFgOOVgsHvom6lmO1cM2BrcHiadZUP5yYFPCFKFpR4vjuVGMqHDqmmJGoH4S/s1600-h/martha_beauty_insde.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gj1czDsD70_VvjaqUVkXG-2g9Xr9DDsoWMBtluBdnkb6nVBme10U7c84i910Gr41OniBZpW9-rkQHY6BlFgOOVgsHvom6lmO1cM2BrcHiadZUP5yYFPCFKFpR4vjuVGMqHDqmmJGoH4S/s400/martha_beauty_insde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239946353946862834" border="0" /></a><br />I was trying to figure out what beauty on the inside would look like. I think it is gold and sparkly and flowery. You might not be able to see the sparkles on this. It does sparkle. REALLY!<br /><br />It is our last day in Maine, maybe I'll finally catch up on our trip before we leave for Paris. I believe I left us off on the Turnpike. Here is Esther in a different Turnpike bathroom. There sure are a lot of tolls on the east coast. DANG!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0E6dZbnE1p6w8qqcfWgOZI8D0yuS6Psp_m2SAcvhd7WyVW8l-nJcfu0jUPZq_Jc9BQXod2X1G00T94yqPXmlQQWkSMbESOSx0Afe7q9dNS32bxdXxSo2zi5xaoSH1Ryyt50UgscYRAokc/s1600-h/IMG_4158.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0E6dZbnE1p6w8qqcfWgOZI8D0yuS6Psp_m2SAcvhd7WyVW8l-nJcfu0jUPZq_Jc9BQXod2X1G00T94yqPXmlQQWkSMbESOSx0Afe7q9dNS32bxdXxSo2zi5xaoSH1Ryyt50UgscYRAokc/s400/IMG_4158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239949651344450786" border="0" /></a><br />Next stop Lenox, Massachusetts to meet up with the people from Blue Q. <a href="http://www.blueq.com/">Blue Q</a> is a great company that makes funny cool stuff. You have seen there stuff everywhere. Cat butt magnets, dirty girl soap, I am not gay but I love rainbows air fresheners, always hilarious and smart. They published a book by <a href="http://www.blueq.com/shop/item/114-productId.125838449_114-catId..html">Esther</a> and one by her husband <a href="http://www.blueq.com/shop/item/114-productId.125838443_114-catId.117440647.html">Mark</a>.<br /><br />Dinner was at The Dream Away Lodge. Couldn't tell you how to get there because it seemed like we went to another world via a small windy road through witch forests. It is a roadhouse type place that maybe used to be a brothel and hippie musicians used to hang there back in the day? I think that is what they told me. It was a perfect place, a nippy cool breeze through open windows, fresh flowers, lots of cool stuff to look at, packed with people and BBQ smoky smells wafting in. YUM.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0El29c5QPHMzpk9nU4XhI7o4k7hI65OhBdKwZfqLPpdNdX299iOqHYJfVA3Y90KsWEFdf7V9Gq9iI3AAPf-3M3JFElgMYV4GTVMKMOmOCzvRQi-eHywZkkPGq0PEH53h8sbkoqFQOa7C/s1600-h/IMG_4197.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0El29c5QPHMzpk9nU4XhI7o4k7hI65OhBdKwZfqLPpdNdX299iOqHYJfVA3Y90KsWEFdf7V9Gq9iI3AAPf-3M3JFElgMYV4GTVMKMOmOCzvRQi-eHywZkkPGq0PEH53h8sbkoqFQOa7C/s400/IMG_4197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239951665856201906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06cGUFm2F1g_Eh1-WA51UsWBbc5n2aorJvCZwxsAZoVU3hX4TR1IPfBd6GYFvmSbau9tFoSYbf9pxYWXKpKZP02_wUXJDeL2SpcBkuK2-S7P5g0tYTIeKzBLx2q79zVWZl7rnox3-oqHC/s1600-h/IMG_4204.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06cGUFm2F1g_Eh1-WA51UsWBbc5n2aorJvCZwxsAZoVU3hX4TR1IPfBd6GYFvmSbau9tFoSYbf9pxYWXKpKZP02_wUXJDeL2SpcBkuK2-S7P5g0tYTIeKzBLx2q79zVWZl7rnox3-oqHC/s400/IMG_4204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239952590971962034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGg4soPxWY4jMn5W8JiiS5JD6KYy32uZr5YQqIoLCGO64oURO70oqscCAjUCl5F7B29UCGVEmXPy6SLcNerCCQ2Q6Oyyp_OIjxh8XHF1hmiq4SmtxCpYMO_dB8deFDpixgMuJYSiEQa25/s1600-h/IMG_4215.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGg4soPxWY4jMn5W8JiiS5JD6KYy32uZr5YQqIoLCGO64oURO70oqscCAjUCl5F7B29UCGVEmXPy6SLcNerCCQ2Q6Oyyp_OIjxh8XHF1hmiq4SmtxCpYMO_dB8deFDpixgMuJYSiEQa25/s400/IMG_4215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239952675617338914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLf-u8q3bfgIpAyTUycZ7kdZiqr7joyU9Zkuxro5Iycqazc3KXVd_MLkccJILaK42lkAkBnQkmSmAqhZtPKS9rq5kI9lxwjdD0fOJftEAQPnnuz7ypTGn3aw22DQ6wi_iV_Legha1Papj/s1600-h/IMG_4217.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLf-u8q3bfgIpAyTUycZ7kdZiqr7joyU9Zkuxro5Iycqazc3KXVd_MLkccJILaK42lkAkBnQkmSmAqhZtPKS9rq5kI9lxwjdD0fOJftEAQPnnuz7ypTGn3aw22DQ6wi_iV_Legha1Papj/s400/IMG_4217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239952757040721474" border="0" /></a><br />I liked this place so I posted a bunch of pictures. I guess it is in the Berkshires. This sounds so fancy, the Berkshires dahling.<br /><br />So dinner was with Mitch and Caitlin Nash and Sara Paul who works for Blue Q. After dinner we went back to the Nashes and talked about beauty. I think one of the reasons I am obsessed with wigs is because my mother had cancer when I was a teenager and she wore wigs while going through chemo. I guess it stuck with me. Wigs are used to cover up things or change your appearance dramatically or make you feel normal, so it was nice to talk to Caitlin about her experience with chemo. She has such a healthy attitude about it and she is so beautiful herself, glowing and confident.<br /><br />One great thing she said was that while she was going through it she got letters and gifts and notes and help from the whole community. She said she had to switch from giving (I can attest for the giving nature of this family) mode to receiving mode and now she had a whole box of these letters and notes saved that she can go back to when she needs some good cheer and beauty. It meant a lot to me.<br /><br />The next day we went to visit Blue Q and interviewed Sara Paul. She is the one who said "everyone has their shit they have to deal with, we should all just give each other a break." I love that, it really is true. We all have those things we worry about too much, like wrinkles or an extra 5 pounds, that really don't matter at all. We shouldn't judge other people over these dumb things cause we all do it. You dig? We should stop being so hard on ourselves too. Right? I gotta get on that myself. She also talked about her mother having cancer and dealing with it in a very different way using make-up and wigs to cover it up. Like she said, everyone has their shit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxAyGCSUwFP7khrFL6uvBHaGnbPIXYEATAz5M27cPNzBANI4vg1_0fGs34lwuOKxOn_T7bPoKRPOLRCM2UXiXsUaEbV2BmjBJ4AKdTwFpVC-UNDRrUz01cJEV0jDcUvsoYCne-MTLeRUt/s1600-h/IMG_4257.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxAyGCSUwFP7khrFL6uvBHaGnbPIXYEATAz5M27cPNzBANI4vg1_0fGs34lwuOKxOn_T7bPoKRPOLRCM2UXiXsUaEbV2BmjBJ4AKdTwFpVC-UNDRrUz01cJEV0jDcUvsoYCne-MTLeRUt/s400/IMG_4257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239956855034488226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gjWyLJ_ZnPSfFWRjuN36cAu4hhvxy9RByZ9dTTpsv2POtleRfNLLZj7psZ7iZLzzbStfAk-rDWlPI6I5QgQXbBQeCQ2mXrvu0eKVdAac5gTjO4xEV8JuqV92wQsHC3TYq-_2P05uZBUp/s1600-h/IMG_4268.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gjWyLJ_ZnPSfFWRjuN36cAu4hhvxy9RByZ9dTTpsv2POtleRfNLLZj7psZ7iZLzzbStfAk-rDWlPI6I5QgQXbBQeCQ2mXrvu0eKVdAac5gTjO4xEV8JuqV92wQsHC3TYq-_2P05uZBUp/s400/IMG_4268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239957020662916418" border="0" /></a><br />So we left Lenox with chunky yummy sandwiches and goodies packed by the Nashes and set out for Maine which is where I am now, writing from Calef Brown's studio in Brunswick. We have taken a little break from the beauty part of the trip and are having a little vacation, although there is beauty everywhere and you can't really turn it off. I am looking at things differently. Here are some pictures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqtqNIrAartShr2mfW6ytxIOEotrSESoon7zoPGcWAirWht8CTUrWlylTatQw1SNT1BPF7SpDn_pR4WPVIrYPmWoDq_4KzJWM1nKX64XxlGReXcBPpR6JDMnP6ZfrpAEacWBIzMp9mwKkn/s1600-h/IMG_4356.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqtqNIrAartShr2mfW6ytxIOEotrSESoon7zoPGcWAirWht8CTUrWlylTatQw1SNT1BPF7SpDn_pR4WPVIrYPmWoDq_4KzJWM1nKX64XxlGReXcBPpR6JDMnP6ZfrpAEacWBIzMp9mwKkn/s400/IMG_4356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239957682785795378" border="0" /></a><br />Esther bought this awesome painting from a place called <a href="http://http//www.spindleworks.org/">Spindleworks</a>. They have amazing stuff here. I bought a beautiful handmade scarf although it was meant to be a table runner. If you ever come to Maine, you should stop here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSs7Sj9Yqx-94NvgWc2772rJT4KazccQ8kRIF0p71GXWyMaBVkqCZfufQ-NA_Ct1p_Pz4z5K2JItDP_8W-Y7fNKdOWAxMYG6h6xCOW6JEhsqHfdPNQR3wSQcHZGRsi1TuDOQIppOKO-9JB/s1600-h/IMG_4392.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSs7Sj9Yqx-94NvgWc2772rJT4KazccQ8kRIF0p71GXWyMaBVkqCZfufQ-NA_Ct1p_Pz4z5K2JItDP_8W-Y7fNKdOWAxMYG6h6xCOW6JEhsqHfdPNQR3wSQcHZGRsi1TuDOQIppOKO-9JB/s400/IMG_4392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239957823466328146" border="0" /></a><br />I had to have lobster and steamers and it was delicious and amazing. I thanked the lobster for letting us eat him cause you kind of feel bad when you crack his body apart.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo4nyo5Rc0OjZeXRdnOQ6HrZl0PLcNeD4CM6HLh8qZ5K-J7Zn0rSaZ-uBjMXZhutg0FvfthjLFzbYDW3Jn4auilZGSZX_JqDkreDhn2CZ-So_TxN6aDHGhJ2VkxWYjg5W-2Xnht53fgR0/s1600-h/IMG_4345.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo4nyo5Rc0OjZeXRdnOQ6HrZl0PLcNeD4CM6HLh8qZ5K-J7Zn0rSaZ-uBjMXZhutg0FvfthjLFzbYDW3Jn4auilZGSZX_JqDkreDhn2CZ-So_TxN6aDHGhJ2VkxWYjg5W-2Xnht53fgR0/s400/IMG_4345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239957446596663042" border="0" /></a><br />Here's an apple tree. We used to have an apple tree in our yard. Brings back memories.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzObeRMD-EiwMXElSorcR3oPPPV_BFCfPBdG-x3c9NI_E8jV0aaLzPJN4xwFZoDvaOlpXg-JOKUkSCyWe0T1fzqSR6kwgCC2dbSJlnUiWKsg1iKhL01OTCcDh-KLm1LcJ36RxDcrZ2Prsb/s1600-h/IMG_4353.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzObeRMD-EiwMXElSorcR3oPPPV_BFCfPBdG-x3c9NI_E8jV0aaLzPJN4xwFZoDvaOlpXg-JOKUkSCyWe0T1fzqSR6kwgCC2dbSJlnUiWKsg1iKhL01OTCcDh-KLm1LcJ36RxDcrZ2Prsb/s400/IMG_4353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239957580935262578" border="0" /></a><br />Calef and Anissa, our hosts in Maine. They rule. We miss them.<br /><br />One more thing. I was born in Maine and lived here when I was teeny. Then our family used to come up here in the summers way back when. It is really wonderful being here. Maine is BEAUTY to me.<br /><br />So our next stop is Paris. I hope to write while there but my computer is hit or miss. Right now it is working and I am happy. Think good vibes.<br /><br />MarthaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-55868846750374258172008-08-28T07:20:00.000-07:002008-08-28T09:12:12.825-07:00Confidence Cream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNv-HJDb9TRcTkD9n7anSG0yEQ4mzoYRlhfZSOdcoRXCOxQfBS2Zm9BpuaT9lx7AQKIv5DqbIu8LdK8E0SPOSl1BzR6OoMWs98ELdY6TCeMKhBM0yOVJ_entrl-DHotttnWP7amy3AlBPe/s1600-h/confidence_cream.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNv-HJDb9TRcTkD9n7anSG0yEQ4mzoYRlhfZSOdcoRXCOxQfBS2Zm9BpuaT9lx7AQKIv5DqbIu8LdK8E0SPOSl1BzR6OoMWs98ELdY6TCeMKhBM0yOVJ_entrl-DHotttnWP7amy3AlBPe/s400/confidence_cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239573563346864946" border="0" /></a><br />Confidence cream is good but confidence cream with FREE RADICALS is better! YAY I finally did some art. Got more coming.<br /><br />So back to our trip. After New Orleans we went to Atlanta and had a tremendous beauty day as you can see from our <a href="http://beautyroadtrip.blogspot.com/2008/08/glamourous-shots.html">Hollywood Shots</a>. I don't wear a lot of make-up so it was weird to be coated with the stuff. To be honest, I felt freaky and thought it made me look older. I am back to normal now. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7LF8WWRdzBsa07AbdMHrIpBOmAWNjbMo6JuE_ZA_l0_gpgYg4HhP5fCQf4mdTSVCv8PVCGI1DABNNW9rhAkYHTRt2T44MKHyr0kf7LmJV3v-s9zE3jHY4ahkmMfT6WiuJ6EfxK_hvQH_/s1600-h/IMG_4010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7LF8WWRdzBsa07AbdMHrIpBOmAWNjbMo6JuE_ZA_l0_gpgYg4HhP5fCQf4mdTSVCv8PVCGI1DABNNW9rhAkYHTRt2T44MKHyr0kf7LmJV3v-s9zE3jHY4ahkmMfT6WiuJ6EfxK_hvQH_/s400/IMG_4010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239576454912994258" /></a><br />This is my friend Cathy, we have known each other forever since our 20s. She got her make-up done too. I don't think any of my friends need make-up. This is her without the make-up at <a href="http://www.suninmybelly.com/">Sun in My Belly</a>. This is a good place for lunch. We met a bunch of great people in Decatur. Got some wonderful interviews.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGm7XwEjUnIZ5vF9YCXYevcRA0XKmq4AYrE_R6GDdqs7IaGj4KMyEGobdWlyLD9Iae2YZpxnmJCpTStdHmJdCjTA2kvndwkLL7jv1PAGsR9w1r4RSSwK8dankHNg8Mbi-SnPnyhxymKZ0I/s1600-h/IMG_4068.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGm7XwEjUnIZ5vF9YCXYevcRA0XKmq4AYrE_R6GDdqs7IaGj4KMyEGobdWlyLD9Iae2YZpxnmJCpTStdHmJdCjTA2kvndwkLL7jv1PAGsR9w1r4RSSwK8dankHNg8Mbi-SnPnyhxymKZ0I/s400/IMG_4068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239576626505116930" /></a><br />I took a picture of some gowns at the North Dekalb Mall. We stayed two nights in Atlanta because we were sick of driving. So the next day it was a POWER drive to Philadelphia. The states were whizzing by. Stopped in Virginia. Below is a bathroom in a truck stop. Had to buy a romance novel on CD cause we were going crazy in the car. The CD is brilliant. Desert Rain. We'll have some sound bites for you later. Can't wait to find out if Linc and Holly do it! Two more CDs to go. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBBtlASnZOeRe3trhN7eIQSUH1yHOFv4P16GvfzwJ-WXlsUGBhzDp4fhK7MMVO-3T6Gya5qYAs1DLV_LHBrpFFEmres6ozfkULqOT5OUo0kzTp_w6a_5jr0gGPqjTBhwYUkvO2n39Im14/s1600-h/IMG_4111.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBBtlASnZOeRe3trhN7eIQSUH1yHOFv4P16GvfzwJ-WXlsUGBhzDp4fhK7MMVO-3T6Gya5qYAs1DLV_LHBrpFFEmres6ozfkULqOT5OUo0kzTp_w6a_5jr0gGPqjTBhwYUkvO2n39Im14/s400/IMG_4111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239581532309604178" /></a><br />Got to Philly late. Fast and furious. Not much time. Hung out with my pop and step mom. I had wine and cheese with Matt Curtius, Gina Triplett and Mike Miller. Beautiful people. <br /><br />Got up. Left Philly. Hey I am in long-story-short mod, buzzing on a latte. Speedy. On to Lenox, Massachusetts to visit Blue Q. Spent a lot of time on the Turnpike. Here are some women primping in the bathroom. Men, this is a glimpse into the world of the ladies room. Holla! The magic happens here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkCOmpOS1Jx4Ww6dbRrpXSj9aI6oUD3b66tmcrWwWe6CbZN8EBvdk4H9oQ7EO6dwWRCQBCe4xBygw0SfpdOHEKekeL60ZXY3SQ7Jz-oqKsWhWb30Mv9jExnlyNqkm5f7A3ssYHLOvFExa/s1600-h/IMG_4153.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkCOmpOS1Jx4Ww6dbRrpXSj9aI6oUD3b66tmcrWwWe6CbZN8EBvdk4H9oQ7EO6dwWRCQBCe4xBygw0SfpdOHEKekeL60ZXY3SQ7Jz-oqKsWhWb30Mv9jExnlyNqkm5f7A3ssYHLOvFExa/s400/IMG_4153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239587746100752226" /></a><br />We liked this girls nails.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-k25_xCNM3lz-j2lUC_D2OfLGRZUxnJwjvMIIZSu9Z3mXJvpkmCRPaoHRqNbt8diXd9f_igaWobv9Ykct9Vfsciup7ySjsxMjZMhES0nu85bl8-VfY5_HdwQ5WN43GoQ17ArHCZ8Ffb9s/s1600-h/IMG_4156.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-k25_xCNM3lz-j2lUC_D2OfLGRZUxnJwjvMIIZSu9Z3mXJvpkmCRPaoHRqNbt8diXd9f_igaWobv9Ykct9Vfsciup7ySjsxMjZMhES0nu85bl8-VfY5_HdwQ5WN43GoQ17ArHCZ8Ffb9s/s400/IMG_4156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239587596660568546" /></a><br />I'll tell you about Lenox later. Gotta get off the computer and go swimming in the cold Maine ocean.<br /><br />MarthaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-86269027963557970382008-08-26T12:44:00.000-07:002008-08-26T13:41:46.345-07:00Unique is Beautiful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdKvJKbOlqqZijcmZHgkwKWlqajizFLroR3sIs3yr5X5V6yskjOjX2vM_Jdg8CSc_G0LS6Eg-dIzLriuNAZsB9GwUGKLkIsURreibPiBX7zG80d3dAzKVlR0NY7e0RGPJGDUQZWwSXiq7/s1600-h/coconuts.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdKvJKbOlqqZijcmZHgkwKWlqajizFLroR3sIs3yr5X5V6yskjOjX2vM_Jdg8CSc_G0LS6Eg-dIzLriuNAZsB9GwUGKLkIsURreibPiBX7zG80d3dAzKVlR0NY7e0RGPJGDUQZWwSXiq7/s400/coconuts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238918776111564050" /></a><br /><br />The more we interview, the more we find that people celebrate uniqueness and find it refreshing. And why not? We are Americans. Individuality is a major part of our ideology. Most people we meet, school teachers, PTA parents, shop owners, young kids, all consider themselves non-stereotypical. They don't look like slim white models in magazines, and we haven't met a individual yet who wants to or finds that their idea of beauty. But the stories we have heard are filled with people like ourselves, dealing with the twists and turns in life. We have heard from a breast cancer surviver that "asymmetry is beautiful" and from a kindergarten teacher that "choices I have made, right or wrong, lead to a beautiful child."<br /><br />Justin from Austin, Texas told us stories of when he worked for Glamour Shots. He said many people used their photos for online dating. He had three poses for his clients: thumbs in belt loop, bed sheet with rose petals and portrait with hand under chin and eyes gazing off camera. Then he could clone the clear skin spots all over the person's flaws. He said, it was as if the photos were trying to fool everyone. "Beauty isn't looks, it's what you're about." Justin said.<br /><br /> That is what I am learning from this trip. People find each other's differences comforting, reassuring and real. <br /><br />Ayisha from Austin, Texas said, "If you have a flaw you should accept it and embrace it. That's a beauty mark."<br /><br />Martha and I are staring to feel a transformation in our beauty road trip. Here's the big message I am hearing over and over:<br /><br />Be honest, be yourself and embrace your life experiences with confidence. That is what people will find beautiful.Esther Pearl Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745379466437128601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-80694265402327221642008-08-26T09:19:00.000-07:002008-08-26T09:20:41.883-07:00Please<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVw0BOle9Rm99Tp7Ng0gF8rpfYF-sY_i4h0ImLz0sod1QQWBZyKUI15H6w_TKpIgDTSr595_tIvMvjz_ApF9iS1uETh_Ak5IWmHZIK9Pd4k_UilPS9uMS34k5SL0nTaeto5g58xRRfPZp/s1600-h/IMG_3496.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVw0BOle9Rm99Tp7Ng0gF8rpfYF-sY_i4h0ImLz0sod1QQWBZyKUI15H6w_TKpIgDTSr595_tIvMvjz_ApF9iS1uETh_Ak5IWmHZIK9Pd4k_UilPS9uMS34k5SL0nTaeto5g58xRRfPZp/s400/IMG_3496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238862057336141170" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-34399001229458233462008-08-25T10:09:00.000-07:002008-08-25T17:43:13.441-07:00Everyone has their shitWriting you from Maine. YAY. My computer has been acting up and there are no Apple stores here. So I am doing the best I can. After we left Austin we headed over to New Orleans. Got caught in a wicked awesome (met a bartender at the train station in Boston who talked like that) traffic jam on the 10. Stopped for 1 1/2 hours!! Here are some mud flap girls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyzr7A6HUbnImQSkNdoAtujO_ZbaSy8xPmqaOhrkRJ2Sj52PLu-8ZGCwLuWGWNk-qOMd9OzdgrkVJ997LVlN1nLVPSzdFR9hayIEo4emJ_aC7xFUk7SIuHIyibaSjMCiYjLU17O6lO1hr/s1600-h/IMG_3882.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyzr7A6HUbnImQSkNdoAtujO_ZbaSy8xPmqaOhrkRJ2Sj52PLu-8ZGCwLuWGWNk-qOMd9OzdgrkVJ997LVlN1nLVPSzdFR9hayIEo4emJ_aC7xFUk7SIuHIyibaSjMCiYjLU17O6lO1hr/s400/IMG_3882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508397165374770" /></a><br />Traffic finally moved and we was HONGRY. On recommendation from Max we went to this off the path restaurant called Pat's. Esther drew the owner (you can see it in an earlier post). It was perfect. Good "bad" food, bad meaning covered in cheese, deep fried dipped in tartar sauce. Saw some gators and a large amount of cats milling about the parking lot. Friendly people. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWDP6yVT5btq8oZHaQWorRQIQFGmyAMEcNBDpLppQZcfcpwrrJW41UDjKuMTyi3Pf06HUmEmAxyXrfwRjlDJzsqPoXybkSjdfEZW5dc0ApUwj9w9bEqHAY7r3ZPHsGGxR2sHCJBD3J99hX/s1600-h/IMG_3889.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWDP6yVT5btq8oZHaQWorRQIQFGmyAMEcNBDpLppQZcfcpwrrJW41UDjKuMTyi3Pf06HUmEmAxyXrfwRjlDJzsqPoXybkSjdfEZW5dc0ApUwj9w9bEqHAY7r3ZPHsGGxR2sHCJBD3J99hX/s400/IMG_3889.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238515075251130946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcpULUZ8fAUb5dKDhoapUU9kqps9c4wxMF8QT3GkqJsyr3Xn3Aqyp_AUNnCzRMM6m5xycWmaoEksknkuQMLGby2NkEi1araibkWEZi3wDiASC_EPzDvpu73q2eZnWkhTkvcBulQo2FYMG/s1600-h/IMG_1745.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcpULUZ8fAUb5dKDhoapUU9kqps9c4wxMF8QT3GkqJsyr3Xn3Aqyp_AUNnCzRMM6m5xycWmaoEksknkuQMLGby2NkEi1araibkWEZi3wDiASC_EPzDvpu73q2eZnWkhTkvcBulQo2FYMG/s400/IMG_1745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238507075375630930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDY0-W574sDRUOFr-8PmGGjHlmYNhVD7l4VRFA98Bz7kj90_HhIzWImygJ_SMqRRSNgJcDg7pHe2IfL94ay-S_MSVExQKnfzTub75vyRIPOPVHDq-MIXGQBSn4YWKnj0S-QI3usWcYYMr/s1600-h/IMG_1750.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDY0-W574sDRUOFr-8PmGGjHlmYNhVD7l4VRFA98Bz7kj90_HhIzWImygJ_SMqRRSNgJcDg7pHe2IfL94ay-S_MSVExQKnfzTub75vyRIPOPVHDq-MIXGQBSn4YWKnj0S-QI3usWcYYMr/s400/IMG_1750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238507210979608034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6IpbzgBsD489AjBO1-ndWmd41cQJQspIWwHMKu8XvN50vX95VVxe_k02cZEe8bj_Abxrq3meBAbio-xzFbWe1xTqurhAd0hyEfJgGgCi6GPDKLD4lU7i_lFJ16zIowN_ZUHdmr0Bz1JB/s1600-h/IMG_3895.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6IpbzgBsD489AjBO1-ndWmd41cQJQspIWwHMKu8XvN50vX95VVxe_k02cZEe8bj_Abxrq3meBAbio-xzFbWe1xTqurhAd0hyEfJgGgCi6GPDKLD4lU7i_lFJ16zIowN_ZUHdmr0Bz1JB/s400/IMG_3895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238515363213353954" /></a><br />Next stop New Orleans. The traffic jam threw a kink in our plans to relax in New Orleans, made us very late. Really wanted to sleep but you just can't do that in N.O. Esther of all people insisted we go out. You'd think it would have been me. Anyway...Headed to Bourbon street. Very surreal if you aren't drinkin. It was full of sweaty, drunk businessmen in khaki's and golf shirts holding neon plastic daiquiri sculptures. Seems to be more strip joints than I remember from my jazz fest days. Finally found a place that wasn't blaring Def Leppard covers, listened to a little jazz drinkin' a glass of bad wine in a plastic cup. Old people. Here pictures of ladies of questionable intentions.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjvfd8MeNrWTr1ER0Vx7an8oLMJrG1GB8lPiimeDwIvHueGc99c-MyhuGNsKVh0I8hmYJVnz8nPhtggONf9iCegZX6UCzq-X4hSqSQF1nrOHEKBWy2-jNJ_BiVktmrHrD1fmTFMiQCgKP/s1600-h/IMG_3909.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjvfd8MeNrWTr1ER0Vx7an8oLMJrG1GB8lPiimeDwIvHueGc99c-MyhuGNsKVh0I8hmYJVnz8nPhtggONf9iCegZX6UCzq-X4hSqSQF1nrOHEKBWy2-jNJ_BiVktmrHrD1fmTFMiQCgKP/s400/IMG_3909.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509754417052866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOM3muX1lQBbnHQeWsnhTZt9OA2yzUadHiLvCtxKUBjhHsM7Q1vJ8jJNvIJ_c4-WoqMuj52lkmLNX03WXG0CjnRkQLjxatrGsuLnZrZVM1FCR7GASldfiz4mUzxfk7zGqf-MPbEm20QSUe/s1600-h/IMG_3922.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOM3muX1lQBbnHQeWsnhTZt9OA2yzUadHiLvCtxKUBjhHsM7Q1vJ8jJNvIJ_c4-WoqMuj52lkmLNX03WXG0CjnRkQLjxatrGsuLnZrZVM1FCR7GASldfiz4mUzxfk7zGqf-MPbEm20QSUe/s400/IMG_3922.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509895455942930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uKIe-1892Innn-CkBY_03BgWRg_iZYJhfl0F2vguaS2MeHk07yX0N7Hienduh-CFBHUe-dxx26Lj4OHA_z6YmSCyOQy2FA21Q76QTYr-BuANM_lnocX7Sstr-CM1KGpzvoObWhID_3_U/s1600-h/IMG_3928.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uKIe-1892Innn-CkBY_03BgWRg_iZYJhfl0F2vguaS2MeHk07yX0N7Hienduh-CFBHUe-dxx26Lj4OHA_z6YmSCyOQy2FA21Q76QTYr-BuANM_lnocX7Sstr-CM1KGpzvoObWhID_3_U/s400/IMG_3928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238515598723140002" /></a><br />Next morning. Our French Quarter hotel had a make your own belgian waffle bar. Yeehaw! Headed to Jackson Square, got iced cafe au lait at Cafe du Monde. GOOOD. All the wait staff in Cafe du Monde are Asian. Curious. Could feel the sweat dripping down my back. Dang it was muggy. Wanted to interview someone there but they were super busy. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3YtfbrIZ7dTgYTXM3ECMN6Ckz9XsjUQWPTRZs0XZ4OlsA-lIlzCcx1sSMR1CrojP038ZZjsUsNzQQsucXt0CnblyTNoOe4oPMq94jx60o4XoRgFE0t368tbICXjTY1_FWSSgXktHAaKB/s1600-h/IMG_3949.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3YtfbrIZ7dTgYTXM3ECMN6Ckz9XsjUQWPTRZs0XZ4OlsA-lIlzCcx1sSMR1CrojP038ZZjsUsNzQQsucXt0CnblyTNoOe4oPMq94jx60o4XoRgFE0t368tbICXjTY1_FWSSgXktHAaKB/s400/IMG_3949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238514883693370354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbU3LdpBDVewdGbKq_KhyphenhyphenI-06sONUtiDE51E-EQTTuQqsZj_3WXvTiUfJxeD7Hecwm90SVzI7_znTbUxOLvMl4fhQkVrudnwYlAXHhZGN8EIg1klYHuheTM0o6qrN15RZZmTbqC0gQwZV/s1600-h/IMG_3950.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbU3LdpBDVewdGbKq_KhyphenhyphenI-06sONUtiDE51E-EQTTuQqsZj_3WXvTiUfJxeD7Hecwm90SVzI7_znTbUxOLvMl4fhQkVrudnwYlAXHhZGN8EIg1klYHuheTM0o6qrN15RZZmTbqC0gQwZV/s400/IMG_3950.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238514884587529730" /></a><br />Instead we had our charicatures done by <a href="http://theartistcpdstudios.com">James</a>. We interviewed him about beauty. Esther wrote about him earlier. He was headed to Venice Beach to work for a few weeks on the boardwalk. You should go visit him, if you are down there. He was cool. Ended with hugs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHxKYVl-nw8F2cyzw_Vd3x9lj6Ei9sdIqdTAceC6aP5Ct9OYlX_DbBkVb_OJNFxWi4Z6hAF9Novg2IL5LTljC5GMdtBH4q9yGOG80XNXxixp5ztWUyF5q8xcajD2j8MFUML2qHLMa031s/s1600-h/IMG_1801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigHxKYVl-nw8F2cyzw_Vd3x9lj6Ei9sdIqdTAceC6aP5Ct9OYlX_DbBkVb_OJNFxWi4Z6hAF9Novg2IL5LTljC5GMdtBH4q9yGOG80XNXxixp5ztWUyF5q8xcajD2j8MFUML2qHLMa031s/s400/IMG_1801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516997425821474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhroAvRE5TMehCRbg-WxGWqQWO_g7WHU8bD-sFXkwXReuuht_ey_oTLE49bPyxPzuf02A5HbWF9EVSmHMVero1R-L0CQkDwSSH_2rmDSIKM4ah5k14_czAGVtAcqen0wmDDjZQ8XeDKvejg/s1600-h/portraitorleans.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhroAvRE5TMehCRbg-WxGWqQWO_g7WHU8bD-sFXkwXReuuht_ey_oTLE49bPyxPzuf02A5HbWF9EVSmHMVero1R-L0CQkDwSSH_2rmDSIKM4ah5k14_czAGVtAcqen0wmDDjZQ8XeDKvejg/s400/portraitorleans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516511092975698" /></a><br />Then we drove through the 9th ward on the way out of town. We had planned to interview folks, but somehow felt icky and intrusive and shallow talking about beauty when people are trying to rebuild their lives. I don't know, maybe people would have wanted to share. We didn't want to be gross. Maybe we shouldn't have been chicken. People surprise you sometimes. You know? I do think there is beauty in how people overcome the terrible crap that happens and that life keeps going on. Most people don't give up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjvwrglCMJ9cux16AhvKqDzagQcie4xxlAwRceha7shfeZBjaYPDC7KIarWa56NW3kg6NtKIrF5MqOrZeGpf5T_SAnsJDG7XkiPHqj9bJNGgR-KxOT3B2ik0LKIgAXXnmdnGyHFOS-mDa/s1600-h/IMG_1835.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjvwrglCMJ9cux16AhvKqDzagQcie4xxlAwRceha7shfeZBjaYPDC7KIarWa56NW3kg6NtKIrF5MqOrZeGpf5T_SAnsJDG7XkiPHqj9bJNGgR-KxOT3B2ik0LKIgAXXnmdnGyHFOS-mDa/s400/IMG_1835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238517839664829922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2ElFWoWzV9EK7DOA3TsXznDUgiXWCXVd0FKafAV9NrCmXGLJRixbGs-DAG57l04m8k0XAtr-IATEpFl3gx2g0pFnTFQM1gA0MfKCuQ-XOl_TygW74yXlXH_QuNtVz03TKoOcpyxrK0-i/s1600-h/IMG_3990.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2ElFWoWzV9EK7DOA3TsXznDUgiXWCXVd0FKafAV9NrCmXGLJRixbGs-DAG57l04m8k0XAtr-IATEpFl3gx2g0pFnTFQM1gA0MfKCuQ-XOl_TygW74yXlXH_QuNtVz03TKoOcpyxrK0-i/s400/IMG_3990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518634224275890" /></a><br />So I'll end on this note with a quote from Sara Paul, who we interviewed in Pittsfield, MA. "Everyone has their shit they deal with. We should just give each other a break." More tomorrow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-2239796885777022622008-08-21T19:00:00.000-07:002008-08-21T19:48:50.272-07:00Glamourous ShotsMartha and I went to North Dekalb Mall in Decatur, Georgia. We had our make-up applied at two different make-up counters in a major department store. Walking past the food court, we came across a photo studio called Hollywood Shot. Two seven- year-old's picked out our backgrounds and we were on! We tried three different poses with props. Then we had to go wait for half an hour at Applebee's while our photographer named Bruce Lee, photoshopped out Martha's forehead wrinkles. Finally we picked up our 8 x 10 glossies. Bruce said, "If you have a good attitude and a smile, I think you are beautiful." I noticed this bit of wisdom was not shared at the make-up counters.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ei-BaTqM8hHNab4Z4hHUX8Pa68mtpkhmYLy-XeWaQUlkzkTEKvC6rSir4wANhBD3Zzv-ygb2ichOz2Z8boeUfpOM9DAf7PBr65pqy5llzXnmotzgLTJpygNJtqLx8MbhysSCObGgDy0c/s1600-h/martha01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ei-BaTqM8hHNab4Z4hHUX8Pa68mtpkhmYLy-XeWaQUlkzkTEKvC6rSir4wANhBD3Zzv-ygb2ichOz2Z8boeUfpOM9DAf7PBr65pqy5llzXnmotzgLTJpygNJtqLx8MbhysSCObGgDy0c/s400/martha01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237156430253434210" border="0" /></a><br />Martha asked to sport a large rose and is in front of the "Titanic" background.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIUzuB5Vm6sjSVuvn9PeY8SFkaazrLgLTpmriLaxfSP2fZVODQp9DuS8tvCcE_P8hIqjVf3ySZd6KlAVK2P1crYHzVrenykt3g6PxtvFEj5ZD8iBS-rGVL4fmvNMbbewhP82cTQVM8d9C/s1600-h/esther.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWIUzuB5Vm6sjSVuvn9PeY8SFkaazrLgLTpmriLaxfSP2fZVODQp9DuS8tvCcE_P8hIqjVf3ySZd6KlAVK2P1crYHzVrenykt3g6PxtvFEj5ZD8iBS-rGVL4fmvNMbbewhP82cTQVM8d9C/s400/esther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237156428751218930" border="0" /></a><br />I'm in front of a digital background simply called "R17." The cowboy hat is a store prop. A nice touch.Esther Pearl Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09745379466437128601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-78400231120830221612008-08-21T07:24:00.000-07:002008-08-21T07:28:34.092-07:00We want to hear from youIf we can't interview you in person we'd love to hear you answers to the questions we have been asking. <br /><br />Tell us your name, what you do, your age, and where you are from and answer the question "What is your idea of beauty?" in the comment section. Send us a picture too if you want!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123486503810809695.post-29067904542039130712008-08-21T07:21:00.001-07:002008-08-23T07:10:42.528-07:00I don't hate people anymore: Part IILeft Waxahachie and headed out to Austin. Stayed at the Austin Motel. We appreciated the unusually shaped sign.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IXbGSV3E3Q9HJiKb1crPrMl-eFFom1-Lj7BtyWAHWgrLMjZtUMeKjpY3NfCKr_5ZBCp-BnSeE4Bph6QRq7CT2x1CQR8e8XDkEXxchXn3uG9rLwG55Xw0sOZIHHKPrLW26bWc8CjripeF/s1600-h/IMG_3841.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IXbGSV3E3Q9HJiKb1crPrMl-eFFom1-Lj7BtyWAHWgrLMjZtUMeKjpY3NfCKr_5ZBCp-BnSeE4Bph6QRq7CT2x1CQR8e8XDkEXxchXn3uG9rLwG55Xw0sOZIHHKPrLW26bWc8CjripeF/s400/IMG_3841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237704862481952338" /></a><br /><br />In July, Mark and Esther met some guys from Austin (Zack and Justin) at Comic-con. We looked them up and they took us to Sam's BBQ for brisket and sausage, brisket and sausage piled HIGH on the plate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jQDMC_5JnKYTrnHI9p1L2g6_Io3fA7xNNjk-0psZaEMiYPVLMe6WdKQiLX5Ykkp0A2O02hFR7leLFnu9tufDf3pLwnEKup1c0vv-dAq2jXKzuHSqMijxhv4oEiXrLkk1OsDt0JZcKKRP/s1600-h/IMG_3808.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jQDMC_5JnKYTrnHI9p1L2g6_Io3fA7xNNjk-0psZaEMiYPVLMe6WdKQiLX5Ykkp0A2O02hFR7leLFnu9tufDf3pLwnEKup1c0vv-dAq2jXKzuHSqMijxhv4oEiXrLkk1OsDt0JZcKKRP/s400/IMG_3808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237705755102411122" /></a><br /><br />Below is a picture of Zack with lemon cake. He nabbed the last dessert (but shared it). He thinks girls with slightly crossed eyes are beautiful. That made me happy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKag2t0rMBhTjyKYFHrNnQC8uKvl-Z-fagsnb1A1By8ZuWst6U__JMA-4uzoq1xzrnKdPIZ6PVVmQ0XU_-atmUeJ5bptviNCIY_FAA71sutgMqQBm1dmHmT_KFURrf8T8zWBwrjBRgTBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3823.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKag2t0rMBhTjyKYFHrNnQC8uKvl-Z-fagsnb1A1By8ZuWst6U__JMA-4uzoq1xzrnKdPIZ6PVVmQ0XU_-atmUeJ5bptviNCIY_FAA71sutgMqQBm1dmHmT_KFURrf8T8zWBwrjBRgTBQ/s400/IMG_3823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237712703021615746" /></a><br /><br />BBQ is a beautiful thing. You have to be a BBQ artist to do it right. There is love and obsession involved in good BBQ. Sam's was a beautiful place, felt like someone's home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhNj302wjgmVxVCEx-xMI9yFAxhDtEfClT65C5QpE7lkiDZQFsMLXfJVWUMfGv58xNW5p569ncZaU9ah6b0_SqUo9mbku9s71KnENmPseXAEzvnK_0NL44LcW3sOXPCyi78DffDlHTuO_/s1600-h/IMG_3830.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhNj302wjgmVxVCEx-xMI9yFAxhDtEfClT65C5QpE7lkiDZQFsMLXfJVWUMfGv58xNW5p569ncZaU9ah6b0_SqUo9mbku9s71KnENmPseXAEzvnK_0NL44LcW3sOXPCyi78DffDlHTuO_/s400/IMG_3830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237706459866325554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQdVAS4bHJsZInBI5cSubrR9OK2wYCa4qlWD2r4nkUTI7RbWdOx1inYKajmN4vNGBNwYh0fo3xA83E-FRz3_eYBzdYcKtPV1YQfoG1otB0kVyUXEkzBvnMU3UNLbpcuKoWAo3tHBVCNKK/s1600-h/IMG_3813.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQdVAS4bHJsZInBI5cSubrR9OK2wYCa4qlWD2r4nkUTI7RbWdOx1inYKajmN4vNGBNwYh0fo3xA83E-FRz3_eYBzdYcKtPV1YQfoG1otB0kVyUXEkzBvnMU3UNLbpcuKoWAo3tHBVCNKK/s400/IMG_3813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237706464072549938" /></a><br /><br />After we ate, we worked up the courage to talk to strangers about beauty. There were a bunch of people in Sam's and I just went up and asked. They were completely open to being interviewed. We talked to Brian, Ashley, and Aisha. They talked about inner beauty and respecting women. We'll write more about this later. It was a perfect day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGKYvriT87zIDcvFJsJ-ACrE4jWR7pbJ6eIv22-IYrPPrAh0bk-9jhVPl6ll00Bzn07ykMge8sxXP0ZwsWrLUegMptHAd0BSP4n78_ac-_Bd0Gc2u7QEg77BjZV9kg4rgzrpwX8Em_cTe/s1600-h/IMG_3827.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGKYvriT87zIDcvFJsJ-ACrE4jWR7pbJ6eIv22-IYrPPrAh0bk-9jhVPl6ll00Bzn07ykMge8sxXP0ZwsWrLUegMptHAd0BSP4n78_ac-_Bd0Gc2u7QEg77BjZV9kg4rgzrpwX8Em_cTe/s400/IMG_3827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237710579443929170" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbv_i1KKs4SmUlqzDWUN6vr3duHaPT6c4PygCuciXEbHkbhsNbFK1lTFhDfthheb1BJlHiDAH3xsJI9OmhioKgRKO3zH4NiGnvJghwYuSr382wYMH-YNuy_vmTBIAkpA5BVvvDWT8yk5WK/s1600-h/IMG_3829.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbv_i1KKs4SmUlqzDWUN6vr3duHaPT6c4PygCuciXEbHkbhsNbFK1lTFhDfthheb1BJlHiDAH3xsJI9OmhioKgRKO3zH4NiGnvJghwYuSr382wYMH-YNuy_vmTBIAkpA5BVvvDWT8yk5WK/s400/IMG_3829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237710831895443506" /></a><br /><br />Didn't want to call it a night after the sausage so we headed over to some random place called Doc's and met up with Andrew Bakowsky (one of our students visiting home on break) and Randy from <a href="www.yarddog.com/">Yard Dog Gallery</a>. Justin came too. This is where we found out that Justin used to work for Glamour Shots. Esther can tell you more about that. She found out the best poses for looking glamourous.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsS1JCQRyU8_eDERJllbL6UBy-Uw_kik7y9An1q7I2Gl_D45VWWaGG7RGNSXmVMfjiV5kFFZxBmRZuetpPkFpMOe53gFXdFPR5eODDVl0i-UqfmIq9b9oF39j8m3XwK6O03r2Ok1T8SPGS/s1600-h/IMG_3838.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsS1JCQRyU8_eDERJllbL6UBy-Uw_kik7y9An1q7I2Gl_D45VWWaGG7RGNSXmVMfjiV5kFFZxBmRZuetpPkFpMOe53gFXdFPR5eODDVl0i-UqfmIq9b9oF39j8m3XwK6O03r2Ok1T8SPGS/s400/IMG_3838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237713724417351986" /></a><br /><br />So there is a whole lot more coming. When we get to Maine I am going to be finally be able to do some art. YAY. Looking good!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1