March is in like a Lion

Today my buddy Hillary is having a bloggy carnival about favorites. And I love a good carnivale! Especially when it takes the heat off the fact I am back down to 177 but haven’t moved beyond that point, YET.

So I thought I would share a few good favorites in honor of today. They all have to do with SHEER.

First of all, my favorite sheer luxury item in my caboodle (remember those?) is my Cover Girl TruBlend Whipped Foundation. I am in love with this stuff! It feels so light and fluffy- it’s like putting silk on your face. I can’t go back to any other type of foundation. It’s amazing! You should try it out!


Next up on the sheer list- my favorite movie that is sheer delight- DOWN WITH LOVE. I have watched this movie at least 100 times (and I’m not ashamed to admit it, either) and it makes me laugh every single time. It’s qwerky like me, and is done in the vein of a Doris Day flick. (I also own the Doris Day/ Rock Hudson box collection too. Shameless, I tell you…) If you haven’t seen it and need a good girlie movie, this ornery show will make you giggle. Oh sure, it sounds innocent enough….




Finally, on my list of sheers, is my sheer funny factor. Yep, I am directing you to an old blog post of mine, Charlie’s sweaty balls and the YMCA. If you haven’t read it yet, please click on the letters that are red and check it out. It’s my favorite blog post I’ve done so far when it comes to the funny stuff. I laugh just thinking about that day and the look on Tricky Nikki’s face when…. Well, go read it and see for yourself.



In case you are wondering, the above pose on the exercise ball is impossible to achieve. Just thought I'd let you know in advance. Not gonna happen.


Those are all my sheer favorites. Now, I have to tell you there is quite a bit of propaganda in the words above, because I am excited to tell you about a new project I’m working on. Cover Girl is having a contest. With a $50,000 prize. I had to make a video about “how I stand up for beauty.” You all may remember that I do not consider myself a cover girl in the literal sense, but when it comes to standing up for beauty, THIS is how I do it. By blogging about the things that happen to the everyday woman that we normally don’t talk about. And I could really use an extra 50 grand to get a house...


For the video, I tried to capture some of those moments (kinda like a living blog montage, only I didn’t tackle some huge project like in a sitcom from the 80’s) and the ball incident was one that I knew had to be in there. Which meant that I had to get the ball from my house to the place we were filming. Matt was at work, so my friends Joe and Dawn from Sleepycreek Vineyards helped me out on this one. Joe has a rocking camera (with HD film quality. Ug, the pores hate me for that) and a keen eye for direction. So a few days ago we tackled the project. And I had to get the huge exercise ball from point A to point B.


Now, I was all gussied up for the occasion. Dolly hair, makeup on and fully tweeked, outfit was decked to the nines. Including heels. Nothing makes a woman feel lovelier and walk a little prouder than a pair of heels. It is March in the Midwest, which means there are still a few mounds of snow, mud, and a wind that blows like nobody’s business. So leaving my front door to head out to shoot the video, I was carrying these things in my hands.

My generic Caboodle filled to the top with makeup I might need for touchups.

4 changes of clothes for authenticity during the show.

Dolly Hair. (a Sassy hairpiece that I LOVE!)

A very hot and very full cup of coffee.

Keys.

A 3 foot round exercise ball already blown up to full capacity.

As I am trying to get the front door locked, a gust of wind came along and blew the Dolly hair out of my hand onto the porch. I bent down to pick it up and spilled coffee on my hand and burned it. OUCH! As I straightened myself back up, I cracked my head on the doorknob. Just about that time another gust of wind came along and blew the huge exercise ball out of my hands. And it started rolling on the porch. No problem, that made getting the door locked easier.

Once I got that settled, I went to pick up the ball. Only the wind kept blowing, and the ball bounced down the stairs. Remember that I am in heels, so I am carefully working myself down the steps to the sidewalk, so I don’t fall and muss up all my pretty I worked so hard to achieve. As I am gracefully walking down the stairs all lady like, the ball keeps rolling, through mud. I am tiptoeing across the yard trying not to sink my heels in the inches and inches of mud. And the ball just keeps on rolling across the street.

By this time, my coffee has mostly been poured out onto the yard and my shirt from bouncing, and I have had it. I throw my stuff down on the ground and take out after the ball like a lion in pursuit of a gazelle. I am slipping and sliding all over the place. Maybe I looked a little more like a cow on ice skates and not so much like a lion.

If I had been wearing tennis shoes, the whole thing would have been overwith quickly. But NOOOOOOOO, I had to wear the red heels. Not to mention we live on a street made of bricks with no traction whatsoever. By the time you add the brick and the inches of mud covering the bottom of my shoe it was like walking on vaseline. It’s a wonder I didn’t fall.

So I finally tackled the ball, got mud on my shirt, had to go back inside and find a new outfit PLUS wash the ball, and my heels, which I put back on for round 2 of “Pin the ball under Charlie’s arms tightly and don’t let go.”

The next time I made 2 trips.

I promise I will post ball outtakes from the video as soon as I can!!!