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Child-Free, Me & The IUD

March 17, 2016

*I am not a medical professional and these statements are made solely based on my personal experiences and opinions only…and the only name mentioned is definitely not her real name… Just imagine I’m a sweet old lady, rocking in a chair, probably with a teacup poodle, knitting, telling my stories…

“You’ve got an 18-year-old’s oven in there!! And you’ve got good genes!…You and your husband are tall with big smiles! It’s just a shame to not use what you have. I want you to have a baby. YOU SHOULD HAVE A BABY!” This conversation from my Gynecologist came during a follow up appointment to determine my new birth control plan (that she was trying to talk me out of), and after a very hard, hormonal year for me. While this sentiment wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before, from other people’s unrequested opinions, it was harder to take this time around. I switched doctors and stopped seeing her soon after.

Most people tell me my “clock” just hasn’t gone off yet, that someone with my “mothering potential” will surely come to her senses. When I was first married at 24, I was told that after the honeymoon year I’d start hearing baby feet in my head. Then I turned 25 and it became “You have plenty of time, just wait till you hit 30!” And when 30 came and went, suddenly the clock was going to “go off any day now”, or at least by 35. Point being, I have found that most people I meet (including my former Gynecologist) have a hard time accepting or understanding that I don’t have kids yet and might not ever want to. I’ve even had one woman (an essential stranger) tell me “You better make your husband a baby or he’ll find someone who will.” It’s always surprising (sometimes hurtful) to me when people take my child free choice as a negative. And while I can’t say that I’ve known from birth that babies weren’t for me, this certainly isn’t a position I came to lightly, or over night.

In high school, while some of my peers were starting to explore their sexuality to the max, I alternatively abstained so hard that I actually taught abstinence. This wasn’t out of any moral high ground either, what I mainly loved about teaching the abstinence course was that a large portion of the curriculum was telling students the cost of having a baby and how little sleep or social life you get. Having kids sounded kind of terrible to me, and I wanted to make sure other tweens and teens knew it could be terrible too. I was direct in my messaging: If you don’t have sex, you don’t have a baby. Genius. Comical as it may be, at the height of my mighty abstinence stance, I had to go on birth control.

I wish it was for a more scandalous reason (it would make a juicier article) but the truth was my period was making me so tired and lethargic, I could barely get up or keep my eyes open on the week of my cycle. Starting to miss class, my mom took me to our primary care doctor, where it was suggested I get set up on low hormone birth control to help balance me out. I felt slightly strange and embarrassed holding the baby pink compact of Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo in my hand, wondering what people would think if they found out I was taking it. But after the first two months, it was like I didn’t even have a period anymore, and the fear of being shamed for taking the pill was out the window. I felt nothing. Bleeding lasted three, fours days at best. My mood was better. My energy was better. I felt invincible. I was never getting off these pills. I became bold in letting other friends know that getting on birth control wasn’t just for birth control: this was period control. This was LIFE control. All hail the pill.

As I grew up and out of high school, into a relationship, and out of abstinence, I never did get off those magic pills. I was militant in taking them at the same time every day, and the control freak in me felt such comfort in always knowing when my period was starting and when it was ending. The added warm-blanket-feeling bonus of no-baby protection made it seem like staying on the pill was an easy choice. Granted the brand changed here and there throughout the years, sometimes altering my symptoms, wearing down the shiny facade of a pill that I thought would keep me somewhat period free for life, but I was romantically in a long term committed relationship, and my birth control was working, so I wasn’t stopping.

I started dating my husband when I was 19, and before we ever married, we had many discussions about kids. In the beginning he had told me he might want to be a young father, and given our 5 year age difference I was worried he would want me pregnant at 22. But as our relationship evolved and we discussed the reasons why to or not to have kids, what other things we wanted in our lives, it became more and more clear that our journey might follow a less traditional path. We got engaged, got married, didn’t have kids, and our time was spent starting new careers and companies, getting a dog, and traveling. We were excited, we felt in control of our destiny, complete without kids, and everything seemed to be shaping up like the end of an uplifting Lifetime Movie! So naturally, I was super depressed.

I struggled to identify what I was feeling. Slowly, but steadily over the course of about a year, I started to feel detached from myself, my body, and ultimately from my life. It would come in waves, each lasting longer than the one before. I was just sad. And tired. I found myself taking naps constantly, even on days where I hadn’t done anything active or stressful. I was feeling unmotivated, heavy, the farthest thing from a young, sexual vibrant woman and wife. I knew this was depression, but I didn’t know why. My life on paper was GREAT. I wasn’t actually depressed… Was I?

The change in me was stressing me out and causing nausea and anxiety, so I finally went in search of medical advice. After some preliminary tests and rule-outs from my primary care doctor and gastroenterologist, I went into my Gynecologist. We discussed at length the many studies and reports emerging about women suffering from depression and other illness after years on various forms of birth control pills. As much as I didn’t want to end up pregnant, or give up the pill that I had trusted and had become second nature to me after 10+ years, I was desperate to feel like myself again. I stopped at the drugstore, picked up a pack of Trojans on the way home, and gave my husband a chance to feel slightly depressed (apparently guys don’t love using condoms) by letting him know that keeping our crib kid-free was now (more so) his responsibility. My body needed a hormonal detox.

About two months after I stopped taking the pill, I noticed a dramatic change. It was like I woke up from a hazy dream. I was happier, more productive, and more alert overall ( Why hello self!!). Life off of the pill was better. I was also experiencing my period for what felt like the first time. Surprisingly to me, it wasn’t that bad. Even now, I try to think of when exactly it was that the initial magic feeling the pill had given me had worn off, and I can’t remember. It just snuck up on me. Now that I was off of it, when my period made me feel like crying, I had this very aware sense of knowing that I wasn’t sad, that I just needed the release, and I could easily deal with it. I can’t quite find the words to explain the joy I felt in just recognizing and being able to handle my own emotions again. After feeling so much clarity, there was no way I was going back on the pill…which brings me back to that follow up doctors appointment.

My Gynecologist helped me tremendously in doing all of the right tests (think thyroid and beyond) to be sure that after a year of no birth control medication, what science showed was that my body needed my hormones to be left alone. BUT, my Gyno also wanted me to breed. As much as I respected her and liked her, it made me uncomfortable to always have to defend my (and my husband’s) choice to the person I felt should be most helping me enforce it. Fortunately after parting ways, I found my current Gynecologist who is just my style. I can most politely describe her as “no muss, no fuss”, as in there is no glamour, no real bedside manner. However, she’s very informative and supports my right to my own choice. We discussed that I didn’t want to get on any type of hormone based birth control and she made a very dry and dirty joke about men hating condoms that made me blush and laugh on the inside. I was then presented with the pamphlet on the non-hormonal IUD or Intra-Uterine Device. I was also told that if I looked it up on line, I would see lots of horror stories. Call with questions.

That night I fell into the black hole of Google and read more articles on IUD’s than a medical student or IUD manufacturer. First there were the gut wrenching stories of just the insertion process, how devastatingly painful it was, but then there were also plenty of stories that said it hurt as much as mild period cramps, no biggy. There were the terrifyingly descriptive accounts of bleeding for months straight and having to go to the hospital, only to be followed by women who had had their IUD in for 5 or more years, no issues. I called all my friends and asked if they knew anyone who had an IUD and listened to their stories about friends or family members, equal parts success and absolute nightmares. When I had satiated my need to scare the crap out of myself and also reassure myself it would be fine, I ultimately called my doctor up and set an appointment to talk about moving forward with the copper releasing, non hormonal IUD, PARAGARD.

My husband, doctor and I were all on the same page. My insurance however, did not want me to move forward and denied to pay for this type of birth control. I could order an alternative IUD that dispersed small levels of hormones, or any of the various brands of pills, but I couldn’t get the birth control that was best for me. I called every extension, and argued with every person I could get on the phone. After multiple failed attempts (saying, “I’ll call my lawyer!” only works in the movies I guess) , I decided that my well being was more important than what the insurance company thought I deserved, and coughed up the $800 to order the damn thing myself. I tried numerous times to get reimbursed as the healthcare laws changed, always to be left with someone promising to call me and never following through.

When my IUD did finally arrive, a nurse informed me that it would be best to come in on the third day of my period so that my uterus would be more relaxed, to take an Advil, and maybe a puff of pot if I was so inclined and if it would mellow me out. Instead, I had the beginning stages of the flu and a serious headache. They told me the appointment would last all of 30 mins including check in and wait times, so I drove myself and figured I’d go home and marathon something on Netflix after. But, I am an idiot, and on appointment day life looked at my optimism and said “Hahahahahahahahahaha!

Sweet pineapple salsa, the pain was so friggin intense, I was sure they were actually shoving a baby inside me!!! It was like a reverse labor. My body was rigid all over, sweating, trying to resist the tiny T-shaped demon. “Well, you are really, REALLY strong…” my doctor said as I tried to resist wriggling in pain. As she sighed, I panicked, the nurse’s face did not look promising. “Wh..what do you mean?” I groaned. “You broke it.” She said. I started crying. Somehow, my body broke it. I couldn’t imagine having to reorder, wait for it to arrive, and go through this all over again. I couldn’t. The nurse was rubbing my arm at this point, my skin covered in goose bumps, trying to help me breath. It was feeling more and more like going into labor by the second. Feeling pity for my sorry, sweating, sick and sobbing state of being, the nurse remembered a canceled appointment and suggested “We could steal Deborah’s…” (since my IUD broke they could do a free reorder to replace it). “PLEASE STEAL DEBORAH’S!” I pleaded. My doctor looked up at me, saw the psycho in my eyes, said “Do it.”, and I spent the next two minutes it took the nurse to pirate the goods trying to calm every muscle in my body so that I didn’t screw it up again. I focused…Relaxrelaxrelax….Dontbreakdontbreakdontbreak…. aaaaaannnd stuck the landing! (Deborah I love you) The entire ordeal felt like hours but was a measly 20 minutes. I hobbled out to my car with a dull throbbing lower back and abdominal pain. Once I got home, I curled up in a ball and pretty much stayed in the fetal position for 24hours. I was so uncomfortable, and incredibly nervous that my body was, indeed, rejecting the implant. All of the horror stories I had read swirled viciously in my brain. But, by the end of day three my fears were calmed and I felt completely normal.IMG_9695For over a year now, my IUD and I have been a happy pair. I have noticed that my periods last longer and I seem to experience heavier and deeper cramping, but for me the benefits outweigh the negatives (which, full disclosure, does include increased risk for pelvic inflammatory disease). I go in for regular checkups, and could do self home checks (let’s be honest, I don’t want to) to make sure everything is in its proper place, but mostly I don’t think about it. I love that it is the most effective form of birth control available and that I can leave it in place as long as my body is cool with it for up to 10 years (cooler-than-us Euro’s say up to 12). But my favorite part of being on this form of birth control, besides that I emotionally and hormonally feel myself, is that it’s flexible to my flexible life. I like to believe that my husband and I are open people; open to life’s possibilities and open to the possibility that perhaps one day we could change our minds. And while I don’t feel like that will happen, it comforts me to know that should it, in one appointment and a few minutes, my doctor can remove my IUD and I could hypothetically get pregnant that same day.

While being a mom isn’t right for me right now, and I’m comfortable with my truth, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that when I hear my friends talk about how they know/knew that they wanted children, I am envious. Envious of how deep their pangs for motherhood go, how sure they are of that side of themselves. Why don’t I hear baby feet? Why don’t I have “the clock”? Does that make me less of a woman? Less of a person? …….What I’ve learned, in short, is HELLLLLLLLLL NO!

Despite what you might think about someone who chooses to not have kids, I LOVE kids. There, the secret is out. I’ve been a children’s mentor, camp counselor, live-in nanny and was employee of the month at Build-A-Bear Workshop in the course of my 31 years. One of my current favorite life positions is Aunt, one I cherish and strive to do better at (although I am not a fan of the marketing term given to my kind, PANK: Professional Aunt No Kids. Seriously, we can do better). And one of the best things about being a person who loves kids, but doesn’t want their own, is the incredible “support” role I get to play for the people and families I love.

What I mean, is that I don’t lack love because I don’t want to reproduce, I just get to move that love out of my internal “parent” bucket and dump it into the other areas of my life. I get to be the extra voice in the cheering section, the free babysitter, the occasional getaway place for my friends with kids, and the dedicated listening ear because there isn’t a toddler trying to get my attention. I love my role.

And while my IUD and I will continue to enter Baby’s-R-Us to buy adorable gifts for other people, I can’t finish this piece without acknowledging that I know it is a luxury to be in my position: to get to choose. Many of my friends and clients have shared their struggles in realizing their dream of parenthood, and my heart breaks for those who have yet to have it come to fruition. What I ultimately hope to express, is that no matter where you are on the spectrum: want kids, have kids, or no kids, there are so many ways to be and become a family, and all of them are right. To my ladies who don’t want kids: There is nothing wrong with you. To my ladies who want kids: There is nothing wrong with you. And to my ladies who haven’t decided yet, I say again: There is nothing wrong with you. Take your time and DO YOU. For now, my husband is my family and our baby has four legs, and me and my IUD are really really happy with that.

XX – SS

Sarah Post

Becoming Babe Worthy

January 5, 2016

“She’s a babe”
“She’s a robo babe”
“In latin, she’d be called Babia Majora”
“If she were a president, she’d be Baberaham Lincoln”

Ahhh, the BABE. In one of Kristina and my favorite cheesy (but CLASSIC) movies Wayne’s World, best friend’s Wayne and Garth spend much of the movie praising babes of all varieties, but none more so than Wayne’s love interest, Cassandra Wong.

Lead singer of the fictitious rock group “Crucial Taunt”, Cassandra could effortlessly sport a red lace body-con dress while wailing on a bass guitar, wasn’t afraid of python accessories, had a bilingual sense of humor and, most importantly, was an independent woman unafraid to speak her mind. Grade-A, megababe material.

But more than being just a pretty face, Cassandra’s secret to giving off that babelicious vibe was ultimately feeling great about herself. As she so correctly pointed out in the movie, Wayne’s good looking ex-girlfriend Stacey had “very nice legs, but no self-esteem.” Going to show that a girl with positive self confidence is the babe guys (and girls) want to hang around.

With the New Year already underway, and an abundance of “feel better about myself” resolutions being splashed all over social media, we thought we’d suggest some of our favorite finds, that we think will help you feel even more like the babe that you already are. From books to beauty treatments, these 5 items are guaranteed to make you feel babe worthy from the inside out:

1. Frank Body Scrub

We don’t know about you, but were totally ready to scrub off 2015 and welcome in the glowing newness of 2016. And since 100% Australian owned and made skincare company, Frank, says “I’ve got a bundle for every babe”, we decided to put his Intsagram famous coffee and chocolate body scrubs to the test. Post rub-down we were delighted by not only the adorable packaging and delicious fragrances, but by the proof-is-in-the-touch results. Loaded in antioxidants, vitamins and minerals, there’s no hidden junk in this caffeinated simple skin care, and since it’s “only tested on babes” we feel totally confident you’ll want to become a Frankfurt too.Frank Body Scrub, Cake on the FloorFrank Body Scrub, Cake on the Floor

2. Cocovit Body Oil

Coconut oil was one of the biggest beauty trends of 2015, and for good reason. If you’re not already loving the multipurpose oil’s ability to hydrate everything from you skin to your hair, remove your makeup without irritation, and even whiten your teeth, may we suggest you JUMP ON THE COCONUT TRAIN. Specifically, Cocovit’s. The 100% Organic brand is sourced out of South India, where their farm employs over 30 locals who hand pick the coconuts. Besides keeping their farming local and sustainable (such a babe move), of all the oils I have tried nothing has made my skin feel more silky smooth than Cocovit. Bonus points for hands-down having the best packaging, I love it so much I bought the large container for home and the TSA friendly size for when I’m on the go (like visiting Kristina). Recently, I ordered and tried their orange-basil lip balm and it’s just one more thing to go nuts over.Cocovit Coconut Oil, Cake on the Floor

3. Herbivore Pink Clay Mask

Truly natural, sensorial beauty” is what the brand Herbivore is all about. To us that translates to beautifully bottled and boxed non-toxic, highly effective skin, face, and hair care that has been popping up in trendy boutiques all over the country. With the dry winter season not quite over and it sucking the life out of our faces, we snagged Herbivore’s Pink Hydrating Mask while out shopping in Olympia at LOLA Lifestyle Boutique, slathered on the stuff and soaked in Kristina’s hot-tub, imaging we were warm in Hawaii as it did its work. While we weren’t so sure about the translucent pink cream as we applied it, (“It looks exactly like lotion to match my skin tone…” was Kristina’s accurate description of what we thought would be thick, baby pink masks), once wash off was complete we were smitten. The evening primrose, lavender, calendula, rosehip oil, chamomile and vegan hyaluronic acid formula left our skin feeling as plump and youthful as a newborn babe.Herbivore Pink Clay Mask, Cake on the FloorHerbivore Pink Clay Mask, Cake on the Floor

4. The French Beauty Solution

There are few cultures that could know more about being a babe than the French. Between Coco Chanel, Bridgette Bardot, Audrey Tautou and Eva Green it was a no-brainer to pick up a beauty book by another foxy Frenchie, Mathilde Thomas. Founder of the wine inspired skin-care company Caudalie, The French Beauty Solution is full of Mathilde’s tips and information on how to live life gorgeous. What’s beautiful about this book (besides promoting drinking wine and giving tons of make-at-home beauty recipes) is that the focus is on loving yourself and your body as it is, being gentle to yourself and to your skin, and letting go of the hideous idea we should be young forever and embracing the babeness that can only come with age. While you will get product plugs here and there, this book is worthy of a place on your must-read list and of popping a killer bottle of red to sip while you read.

5. How Adam Smith Can Change Your Life

Feeling good about your outside appearance is one thing, but nothing makes a babe feel better than straight up authentic happiness. I didn’t exactly purchase Russ Roberts book about historic economist Adam Smith, I got it by chance in a curated box of randomness that I ordered through Quarterly. To be honest, had it not been sent to me I probably never would have picked it up. What could be the greatest self-help book that most people have never of, The Theory Of Moral Sentiments, is broken down beautifully by Roberts to create this book, How Adam Smith Can Change Your Life. Overall, it’s a fascinating read on exploring what it truly takes to be happy from a surprisingly current, 300 year old perspective. Fame, fortune, family, friends, how to be loved and be lovely, it poses many well thought questions and suggestions page after page that get you thinking about what those feelings, concepts, and true happiness really mean. A deep, but digestible read that now owns a spot in my library, and one I would gladly gift to any of my babes.Cake On the FloorIf you’ve tried any of our suggestions, or have been a loyal lover of one of these items already, let us know! We’d love your feedback and believe that sharing is caring, so please, let us know your thoughts. Thanks, babe…
Xx- Sarah & Kristina

Sarah Post

The Bloody Truth: PERIODS!

November 30, 2015

Lena, LOLA, Thinx, Period, Menstrual Cycle, Cake On The FloorAs a 31 year old woman, I thought I knew what I was doing when it came to my period. Thankfully, I am also a very curious person and someone who is humble enough to admit that I was actually ignorant and didn’t know sh*t about my menstrual cycle and all of the issues, products and options surrounding the matter. Here’s what I’ve recently learned and what you need to know. Period. …. but like, a seven day period….

My investigation into how I was handling my “time of the month” started when I read a Vice article (as many have) back in June about a model who lost her leg because of Toxic Shock Syndrome. Now all I can really remember anybody telling me about TSS as a young girl was “whatever you do, don’t leave a tampon in too long or you’ll get toxic shock and DIE.” So naturally I was terrified and always made sure I never left one in for longer than 8 hours and figured I would never run the risk of getting it. WRONG. Now TSS can kill you, or cause a myriad of other major problems, but the article blew my mind by letting me know that a tampon alone is not enough to cause TSS. What actually does cause TSS is a complication of bacterial infections involving Staph bacteria, AKA Staphylococcus aureus. About 20 percent of the general population carries this bacteria, and this is not limited to females, guys carry it too (it is a natural part of our human flora, and no, there isn’t a test you can take to see if you’re a carrier). But there has been a link between getting TSS and tampons for decades because of the synthetic materials in tampons that create a perfect breeding ground for TSS. Many tampons are made with mixes of viscose rayon and cotton, or pure viscose rayon (you mean white fluffy stuff doesn’t mean pure cotton?!?!?!), which are perfect incubators for TSS, should the toxigenic strain of Staphylococcus aureus be present in the woman using the tampon. As a loyal Playtex® consumer, I was immediately embarrassed that I genuinely assumed they were just made from cotton, not potential plastic and man-made materials. And upon learning that the risks of TSS can dramatically drop with 100% cotton tampons, I jumped online to the Playtex® site to find out what exactly I had been putting in my body all these years.

Clicking on the Playtex® Sport section of the website (my tampon of choice) I saw the familiar hot pink box with neon green jogging girl in headphones that always makes me believe whoever designs these boxes has never had a period. Ever. Why do feminine hygiene products always seem to look like an insane explosion of confetti cake? Or like they’re always trying to convince me they’re gonna be “fun”? They will never be fun. Never. Anyway, as I scrolled the site, descriptions, reviews and more, I couldn’t find a single thing that said what this product (or any of their products) are made of. NOTHING. All I could find was this Q &A under “Tampon Myths”:

Q: I read on the Internet that there are all kinds of toxic chemicals in tampons. Is that true?
A: We all know how easy it is for the wrong information to get passed on the Internet. However, there are government organizations like Health Canada that have strict requirements for the production of tampons to make sure they are free from any harmful materials.

Which I guess is great for Canadian’s? And also sounds like something that creeper dealer dude at a college party would say, trying to convince you that his brownies are “clean, safe, and pure”. If they aren’t made from anything harmful, WHAT ARE THEY MADE FROM? I was getting pretty irritated at the lack of information available and started wondering if Tampax or Kotex® would have anything better. Nope. Nothing. Each of the main brands websites focus on helping you find the right absorbency, and making sure you know that you should change your tampon every 4-8 hours to lower your risk of TSS… as if its a risk, its sooo rare… but it can kill you, DON’T THESE TAMPONS LOOK FUN! Officially feeling like all feminine hygiene products were just wolves in sheep’s clothing, I said screw the Internet and took to the store to get my hands on the real deal. Finally, product in hand, I scanned the back of the box, then the sides, and there it was in small white print: INGREDIENTS – Rayon and/or Cotton Fiber, Polyester or Cotton String, Polysorbate 20. Reading it made me feel like my tampon was having an identity crisis. What do you mean “and/or”??? And that Polysorbate 20 stuff that’s in there, that’s to help serve as a surfactant to disperse fragrance (even though I purchase and was reading off of a fragrance free pack). Super. And I don’t mean absorption.

In a store aisle full of options, every product instantly looked the same and undesirable. I felt like I had been duped by good marketing, and that the only option was to never use any of these mainstream products again. But then what? Take it to Victorian times and start walking around with cotton rags in my pants? Back to the Internet I went to find a better tampon, and wouldn’t you know, I totally did.

There are a few companies out there who are creating fabulous feminine care, but I’m going to focus on the service I chose since I’ve been so happy with them. May I introduce you to… LOLA!Lena, LOLA, Thinx, Period, Menstrual Cycle, Cake On The Floor
Here’s the short list on why I love them:
– You can read all of their ingredients, including where their cotton is sourced right on the website. No more CIA secrecy to decode in order to figure out what you’re using. Bye bye deceiving shady patent holders.
– It’s a delivery service. That’s right, once a month I get a box dropped off in my mail box that I control the frequency and quantity of. They send you a reminder before every shipment incase you need to make adjustments. Goodbye awkwardly standing in the checkout line with that pint of ice cream, bottle (or 6) of wine, and that brightly colored box of “Hey, I’m hormonal!”. Stop judging me cashier man.
– You control your assortment. Want one light, sixteen regular and one super? No problem. Every pack of 18 is customizable so you can decide what’s best for you. Isn’t it nice to feel like a unique human being?
– Packaging. FINALLY. From the crisp white box, to the three shades of pale blues on the wrappers, for the first time in my life I don’t feel embarrassed by my tampon pack. They also have extendable applicators, meaning that they’re smaller in size to fit into your purse or pocket (I was able to keep two with my cell phone, cash, cards, and chapstick in a small wristlet). I also love that when you open the box it says, “This Too Shall Pass, and until it does we’re here for you”. Which is all anyone who cares should say to a woman on her period.

Lastly, its only $10 a month! All that control, convenience, customization and I’ve been extremely happy with the quality of the product. As far as I’m concerned, this was a life changing discovery. Follow the link to learn more or sign up yourself! www.mylola.com/fnvek

Super pleased with my new tampon pals, I still wondered what else I didn’t know about when it came to the world of the female cycle. And at the start of my next ride on the crimson wave, I knew exactly what I was looking for.

I switched my birth control over a year ago to a non-hormonal IUD (which you will hear all about in an upcoming piece, lucky you!!). One of the biggest adjustments I had to make from being on the pill prior, was never being 100% sure when my period was going to start now. Sometimes I’m consistent for a few months, then BAM! I’ll get two within two weeks of each other. The reality is that our natural bodies are always adjusting to our current lives. Activity levels, stress, what you’ve been eating, travel, can all effect the start, temperament and time length of your period. So as any woman who has tried knows, if you think you might be starting your cycle and try putting in a preemptive tampon when you’re not actually ready for one, taking it out is like having sex with sandpaper. NOT FUN. So you kind of just hope you’re in or around the bathroom at the right time during that time of the month or, wear pads (which is maybe the worst. Everyone hates pads, lets be honest.). What I’m getting at, to be blunt, is that I wasn’t expecting to start my period and totally woke up to blood on my sheets. Now it wasn’t like I recreated the Carrie scene or anything, but any girl who’s ever been in this position (which is like EVERYONE by the way) can agree its a real bummer way to start your day. My bad morning and additional load of laundry lead to an online investigation on pre-period solutions and ultimately, to these little wonders: Thinx.Lena, LOLA, Thinx, Period, Menstrual Cycle, Cake On The FloorLena, LOLA, Thinx, Period, Menstrual Cycle, Cake On The FloorI was clearly not the only girl who was looking for this kind of thing because their entire line of Period Panties were SOLD OUT and backordered. Moisture-wicking, anti-microbial, absorbent, leak-resistant underwear that can hold up to two tampons worth of lady kool-aid, and come in three sleek designs. Besides that these perfectly solved my problem while being more environmentally friendly than pads, I instantly fell in love with the culture of the company behind the product.

Designed by a group of women in New York who are determined to break the taboo surrounding menstruation, they chose to take their product a step further and use it as an opportunity to empower other women. Over 100 million girls all over the developing world miss a week of school each month because of their period. With each pair you purchase, a pack of washable and reusable pads are provided to a girl in the developing world who wouldn’t otherwise have any real form of protection, to not only help keep her confidence but also enable her to continue getting an education. Because seriously, no girl should ever miss out on a week of anything, especially her ability to be educated, just because Aunt Flow came to visit!! THATS NUTS. They are also made by a family run factory in Sri Lanka that employs women and provides them with supplementary education and training. Basically, these panties are like super powered confidence boosters with a purpose. I ordered every style, and patiently waited for them to arrive. Once they did, OBSESSED. Comfy, cute, and totally kept my fresh white sheets just that, fresh and white, through an entire night of what I like to call “interpretive sleep dancing” (I would be a horrible Vampire, I cannot lie still). I couldn’t order extra pairs fast enough.

Meanwhile, I was infuriated to learn through the Thinx site, and other further research, just how many girls around the world end up dropping out of school because they get so behind in their studies all due to not having what they need to handle their period. But what made me even more hot blooded (and inspired this entire article) was that it is still referred to as a “week of shame” in many places and cultures. A WEEK OF SHAME. That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. So let me just shout it from the rooftops real quick, THERE IS NOTHING SHAMEFUL ABOUT HAVING A PERIOD. If anyone you know is making you feel bad about the most natural thing in the world, PUNCH THEM IN THE THROAT. No don’t actually do that (I mean it, don’t punch them at all!), but seriously stand up for yourself! How you ask (since punching is clearly off the table)? I realized that the only way to stop the stigma was to educate. So I started talking about what I was learning with everyone I knew (guys included), and guess what, everyone was interested and everyone felt the same: Women deserve more upfront product information, honesty about the risks involved with any product or service, and people need to be more open in the conversation of how periods effect men and women (but really, mainly women).

In my household, about once a month I tell my man “Congratulations! You are not the father.” to let him know we are once again not having a baby (which is our current goal) and that I am, in deed, on my period. We refer to tampons as “tampoons” (I don’t really know why), and I’m always upfront with him if I can tell that I’m feeling more edgy or short-tempered due to my hormones (read, just don’t say anything to me). Point being, my period is a part of our life. We don’t overly discuss it, but we’re open about it too. Its casual, no big deal, and allows him to support me, feel comfortable asking me questions about it, and for me to be left alone with Nashville episodes, crying for no reason, no judgement. It also gives me a level of confidence, because I don’t feel ashamed about what my body naturally goes through, and neither does my guy. So if you are a fella reading this, don’t be afraid to talk to your lady about her lady business. We’re a lot less scary when you understand us. And ladies, if your guy does approach you to talk about this “stuff”, try to resist using the accurate but intimidating “I just laid an egg and now my body is violently ripping down the walls of my Uterus” explanation. BUT, feel free to email, read aloud, or print off and tape to the bathroom mirror this hilariously poignant piece by Gloria Steinem from 1978, “If Men Could Menstruate”.

Finally, I did have to accept that there was one period product I was ashamed to ask about or even look at because I just thought it was weird, and maybe a little creepy…The Menstrual Cup. How could I be running around telling women to be proud of their cycles when secretly I was still embarrassed? So back to researching I went, and once again I was shocked by what I didn’t know….Lena, LOLA, Thinx, Period, Menstrual Cycle, Cake On The Floor Oh the cup. The little box on the bottom of the shelf at the drugstore that you randomly see and go “what’s that?” only to decide that its a sketchy little cup you shove up inside yourself and have to clean. No thank you. However, to really know what it was I knew I had to try it. Rather than tell you about all the different brands available, I’m going to focus on the one I chose (and still use), LENA. Here’s why:

LENA is pinky peach in color, shaped like a bell with a stem (which can be trimmed off, I did), and has its own little decorated cotton bag for storage. It is a biocompatible-with-the-body menstrual cup, that is reusable, made in California of 100% medical-grade silicone, is good for the environment and collects, rather than absorbs, your monthly fluid. Ok I know some of you are still going “WHY WOULD YOU WANT THAT!?” but here’s where the light came on for me… Turns out, tampons can cause dryness for many women, even allergic reactions or other irritations. Most of us just believe this is a normal part of the unpleasantry of periods, but using a menstrual cup allows your body to maintain it’s natural balance. Sensitive skin ladies rejoice! Where tampons and pads collect all of the moisture your body creates (which can be too much and cause discomfort), a menstrual cup only collects your code red. My favorite part, it can be worn day or night during any activity for up to 12 hours. Did you catch that? Twelve hours! Talk about convenience! So let’s discuss operating details…

LENA comes in two sizes (Small and Large) and there are instructions online to help you determine your size. I initially clicked the small and added it to my cart, only to hear the voice in my head shout “Seriously Sarah? A small?? What are you trying to prove?!? You are an adult woman with an adult uterus. It’s not gonna have a tag on it, smalls are for teenagers.” So I effectively shamed myself into ordering the large instead. Upon arrival I examined the goods, washed my cup and learned about the insert process. Let me start by saying, YES this is something that takes a little practice. First, you fold the cup (there are three styles shown, I chose the C-fold) and then insert it to your desired position and release. The first time I tried, I was super nervous, only to be surprised at how easy it was. The cup pops open, creating a sealing suction, you wash your hands (no, they’re not that messy, if at all) and then literally you get on with your life. For HOURS. When it’s time to remove, you simply wiggle at the base of it to pull it out, pour any liquid collected in the toilet, rinse in the sink with mild soap and water, and reinsert (there are multiple instructional videos online). Life carries on once again. I was thrilled with how well protected I felt, even daring to wear white workout pants during an hour long Pilates class. WHITE WORKOUT PANTS. I celebrated my success with leak free backbends and headstands. However, after a few days getting used to it, I did feel a little pressure from my cup and opted to use LENA’s super easy exchange program, and ordered the smaller size after all. After making the size switch, I can honestly say that my LENA is the most comfortable I’ve ever been and is now my number one choice for handling my period. On average, one woman will use over 11,000 tampons or pads in their lifetime, which end up in landfills or in the sea. You can use one LENA for decades. Learn more about LENA and get a 15% discount by ordering here, www.lenacup.com/share.

I was (and still am) shocked that I had never known how easy and comfortable this was to use, or that this really was the safest choice for women today (there have been no links between menstrual cups and TSS). But again, that’s in part because it’s still a conversation we can feel a little funny having. How sad it is that our fear of embarrassment can trump our desire for knowledge? But, to quote a great lady of history who also had a period, Marie Curie, “Nothing in life is to be feared. It is to be understood.” I hope this piece has helped you understand a little bit more about some of the risks involved using certain menstrual products, and about just how many options really are out there. Necessity is the mother of invention, and women need to feel confident enough to speak up about what we need so that the right kind of responsible products can be created.

Overall, I’ve found that a combination of the three (Lola, LENA and Thinx) creates my ultimate kit for keeping my lady garden well maintained during my week of the roses (why yes, I did research every possible slang term for periods, thanks for noticing.).

I’m sure there are even more things to learn on this topic, so feel free to share (with PRIDE!) your thoughts or suggestion on how to have a better period. In the meantime, I will keep researching, trying things out, and of course, letting you know ALL about it. Happy hormones everybody!

Xx – Sarah

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Let’s Make That A Happy Cloud

November 5, 2015

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For Kristina and I both, throughout most of school, art was not only a favorite subject but generally somehow involved in our best-friend-future-business plans. For instance, we were going to open the coolest hair salon that would also be featuring our art (and other local artists, of course) on the walls. Or, we were going to move to New York and do drawings for fashion designers, until we started our own fashion line (obviously). Or, there was that pet shop/veterinary clinic where we would save animals and also offer painted pet portraits….. okay, I’m not sure that last one was real, but I have a plausible, vague remembrance of a fifth grade conversation…Point being, artistry was something we knew we possessed and didn’t want to lose.

However, I’m pretty sure I hit my artistic peak back in fourth grade. We had a “guest lesson” in class, meaning someone from the outside world came in for one day and blew our minds with knowledge. This particular visit was from an art teacher (or artist, I just remember a sweet sweater vest) and she encouraged us to blend mediums, using pastels and water colors. PASTELS AND WATER COLORS. What would be next?!?! Colored pencils and shrooms???? Needless to say, I got really excited and really into it, creating an underwater wonderland full of sea creatures and completed with me, scuba diving. I knew it was awesome, but when it blessed the pages of our local newspaper, I was pretty sure Van Gogh could suck it. “Artist” was my future.

As time and talent revealed, Kristina had the true artistic eye (her photographs give me life) and my art form ended up in the physical realm through Pilates. Regardless, sometimes when we get together we still like to bust out the paint brushes and pay homage to the good old days when we would sell our drawings for dimes to the neighbors (thank you Pat for always giving us a dollar). The last time we put brush to canvas was at Kristina’s house in Washington. I was going through some personal sadness and she knew that art would be the perfect rainy day way to work through it. I set out to paint a girl on a cliffs edge, at nightfall, holding her heart over the ocean below…. It was a beautiful thought…. By the time we were done, Kristina had made a gorgeous multi colored abstract design of wonderment that I would still hang in my house today (it was unfortunately lost in a cat related water accident). I created a lego person holding a red dot, on top of a mountain of poo, maybe somewhere out in space. It was terrible. Kristina asked me if I wanted to take it home on the plane. We laughed. She put it in the garage. Van Gogh you are legend.

So when Kristina came to my casa, I decided to leave the painting to the professionals and take her to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, LACMA, so we could be inspired by something other than my sad poop mountain. With more than 120,000 items throughout, from antiquities to modern day, I knew we’d see some incredible collections. But when the first thing we saw as we approached was a rock….well, I started to feel a bit more confident about my skills…..

The Levitated Mass. It’s a rock. It’s art. Cue the Pet Rock ……. But…. but, maybe… it’s not a rock. No, its not a “rock” at all. It’s a 340 TON GRANITE MEGALITH. (*Side note, should I ever start a metal band, Granite Megalith is first name choice.) Yes, Michael Heizer’s 456-foot-long open air concrete corridor leads you to a 15 foot belly view below the granite beast. In person, it is, visually stunning. But more than looks is the feeling it evokes. I’ll be honest, we didn’t really care to see it based on the photos we had seen prior to our visit, but being beneath it, you feel like a little ant under the moon. Otherworldly. We did our best to capture the awe and then moved inside for some pieces more our size.

Entering the four story Ahmansan Building, weaving in and out and of other visitors, we quickly gravitated towards the Modern Art collection. We passed portraits and abstracts, scenic depictions and still life, until the massive canvass of the “Unfurled Series: Beta Ro” and “Toward Disappearance” had us mesmerized. Huge oil and acrylic splashes of paint on infinitely blank backgrounds. It’s incredible how the use of so little paint can take such great skill and reserve, demonstrating the art of knowing when to stop. Kristina and I soaked the room in, wanting to take the pieces off the walls and carry them home. Nobody would notice, right? We continued on through works by Matisse, Léger, and Miró, more paintings intermixed with strange and surreal sculptures. Picasso was also among the artists featured, and as we came upon the “Portrait of Hélène Parmelin” I was sure I was his muse in a past life, circa 1952. I mean come on, the resemblance, right down to my shifty eyebrow, are SPOT ON. How else would he know how my hair looks in the morning? You can call me Helen.

As we left my portrait, we headed outside to grab a quick coffee at the cafe and to get some fresh air at the Urban Light. Just over 200 (202 to be exact) restored cast iron, antique street lamps, make up Boston artist Chris Burden’s popular L.A. attraction. Just toss #Urbanlights into the search bar on Instagram and you can see that old gym teacher you were wondering about, smiling ear to ear, like every other Angeleno and tourist alike who visits. I couldn’t resist throwing down some back bends while Kristina snapped some pics, and naturally, I Instagramed it.

Turning our sights towards the Pavilion Of Japanese Art, we headed back inside. Although, it was kind of like going inside to go outside, seeing as most of the art shown featured large and beautiful depictions of cherry blossom trees. As we continued through and hit the third floor, my laughter broke the silence. A hanging scroll titled “Daruma”, was the spitting image of a former business mentor and current friend of mine, who lives in the Valley. Let me just say, he looks fantastic for being around since the 18th century. We walked on, admiring dozens of small carved figurines and dishes, and then exited to take a quick lap through the gift shop before heading home.

Upon returning back to Washington, Kristina harnessed those Van Gogh vibes and signed up for a pop-up painting class in Olympia, hosted by the Classroom Collective. I was jealous I couldn’t be there to go with her, but upon seeing her stellar results and remembering my last attempt with canvas, I was happy to just admire her talent. I still wanted to tap back into my inner artist too, so I happily settled for stocking up on fancy coloring books and splurging on the nice colored pencils at Michael’s crafts. Did you know that coloring is considered a “mindful exercise”, like meditation? As a person myself who seriously struggles at meditating, this is great news. And it’s true! I feel more calm and relaxed after coloring, and it has long been one of my favorite on flight activities when traveling.

Point being, weather a trip to the museum, an art class, or some coloring books, taking some time out to indulge and explore your creative side is always time well spent. You don’t need a bunch of medical and scientific studies to prove that when you are exposed to, or create art, it’s good for you. You can feel it. Instantly. And who doesn’t want to instantly feel a little bit better? So when I’m feeling stressed, or sad, or blah, I reach for those pretty packs of pencils. And if I accidentally slip outside of the color book lines, I just remember to make that smudge a happy little flower and move on. Art is art. Make whatever kind you like, whenever you feel like it, and feel a whole lot better for it. Bob Ross would be so proud…..

Xx – Sarah

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Too Cool To Be A Tourist? Not Us…

October 15, 2015

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Yes, that particular intersection is a tourist mecca and creates a traffic death trap. I’ve watched people go absolutely  mad as the lights flash green, yellow, red, green, yellow, red, red, RED…while their car goes nowhere. Finally, after a half hour of waiting to move 8 feet you get to make that right turn, only to be stopped by another hoard of TMZ-bus-hoping tourists crossing the street. I admit that I’m totally guilty of hissing the “T” word when stuck by Madame Tussaud’s en route to a concert, but who am I kidding? I AM a tourist. ALL THE TIME. I travel a fair amount throughout the year, and would be completely lying if I said I didn’t go to the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, Pike Place Market in Seattle, or to eat beignets at Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans like every other picture snapping sightseer. Tourist destinations generally exist for a reason; they’re fun!, historic, and offer something unique unto your surroundings. So what was I missing in my own back yard? I decided to check my too-cool-for-it ‘tude and embrace my inner fanny pack, calling in Kristina to join me as we set out for a touristy night on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

First, like any out of town traveler, we needed a place to crash. Scouting the options, we chose brand spanking new Mama Shelter. With a few locations speckled around Europe, this is the first U.S. venture for the hip French brand. The vibe was super social, quirky, a dash of hipster, and we knew upon arrival we were in for a good time. Designed in monochromatic black and white with eclectic pops of bright colors, there were hand drawn colored chalk art scenes adorning the bar and restaurant ceilings that inspired conversation. Bar top tables were etched in with checker boards, glittered masks hugged the bedroom lamps, and you could take your own in-room photo shoot on the provided apple computer to share with your fellow Shelter patrons. As the room key says: Mama wants to play, and who are we to argue? Here are some of our favorite details during our stay:

1. The very L.A. touch of having screenplays to be inspired by while you try to write your own, waiting in the room. Kristina and I got to read lines from “The Big Lebowski” and “Swingers” in between sightseeing. I’ll let you guess which one of us played “The Dude”.

2. You had us at cottage fries. The tasty treats listed on the menu had us coming back for dinner, bar snacks, and breakfast the next day. We also appreciated that we sat in a different section each time, and really enjoyed our experience and ambiance from booth, to bar, to dining hall.

3. It really is all about the details. From the sassy matchbook covers, to the brightly must-be-used green and purple goblets we sipped our late night wine from, the hotel just begs you to have a good time. We loved that each touch gave you every excuse to take a million L.A. touristy photos, and we definitely did.

After freshening up at the hotel it was time for the main event; The Walk Of Fame! Wait…what is it exactly? Is it all the stars down the sidewalk? Or just the ones in front of the giant theatre? We started walking and I whipped out my iPhone to figure out what this popular landmark really was. Turns out the main Hollywood Walk Of Fame stretches 1.3 miles east to west on Hollywood Blvd, from North Gower St to North La Brea Ave and holds more than 2,500 brass and terrazzo stars. The section of concrete blocks set in the forecourt of the famed movie theatre located on the walk are an attraction all their own.
As we hit the boulevard, the smells of the city swirled up around us (which weren’t pleasant) and we instantly saw the famed stars speckled down the street. Reading names off, looking for ones we recognized, Kristina and I started to become enveloped by the growing crowd of vendors and tourists as we got closer to the TCL Chinese Theater. “Oh look… Minnie!” Kristina turned to say as she casually pointed at a street performer dressed like the lady mouse. “Don’t look at them! Do NOT engage. DO NOT ENGAGE!!!” I warned as I scared the crap out of her and told her the unfortunately true tales of costumed characters choking tourists who didn’t tip them after taking a picture. Not looking for a fight, we veered away from the giant furry head and settled for taking a few pictures of ourselves. “Let me snap a few of you” I say, as she hands me her camera. Barely a few clicks escape my finger and all of a sudden a group jumps in and photo bombs Kristina. Her face was priceless! They posed for a few frames while I shouted my best encouraging sexy photographer lingo and then headed off. But, not before one guy shouted back “That’ll be $5!!!”. Good one sir.

As we came upon the historic theater we joined the mass of people gathered in the courtyard, trying to identify the names and imprints on the ground beneath us.  Norma Talmadge is credited with being the first to accidentally step in soft concrete back in the 1920’s as the epic theater was being built, spawning the footprint fad, but that truth remains debatable. I instantly nerded out when I saw the square holding the signatures of the cast of Star Trek, lost all chill, and started taking way too many pictures. What can I say. I seriously love Star Trek. But as we continued to eye the squares, we stumbled upon our favorite find of the walk and theatre combined: Judy Garland’s teeny TINY feet! They are SO SMALL! I mean it, we cannot stress to you how convinced we are she had little baby goat hooves. I did some research later and could only find that she was about 4’11” in height with around a size 5 shoe, which sounds human. Still, I felt like Godzilla slapping my giant 8.5 sized skis down next to her super small prints.

After a few more picture ops, we left the hustle and hit up the other main activity in the area; shopping. Peeking into boutiques, debating on some home goods, and ultimately stocking up on some beauty supplies we steered clear of the souvenirs and started heading back to the comforts of our hotel for a tasty night cap cocktail.

As we crashed down to watch an old Hollywood movie before lights out, I checked our tourist attractions off the list. While we wont’d be searching for stars beneath our feet again anytime soon, we certainly did enjoy our day and learned a little Hollywood history to boot. So naturally, now the questions is, what’s next?? Stay tuned, more tourism (local and far) to come….

xx – Sarah

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Stealing A New York Minute

September 14, 2015

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1. There was a time when the NY ladies of Sex In The City made the Cosmo the only drink girls knew how to order. In today’s world, you ain’t no lady if you ain’t sipping some sweet Rosé. And in the land of all things Instagram I learned that this past opening summer season there was a shortage of Rosé in the Hampton’s, prompting two of the comedic personalities I follow, @TheFatJewish and @TheBabeWalker, to create the ultimate chic chick drink, White Girl Rosé. Currently, you can only get instant gratification from the sweet pink stuff in New York, or you can be patient like me and have it shipped to your door. When Kristina came to visit me last, I knew it was the prefect moment to crack open a bottle. Our overall review as total non sommeliers; Delicious. Duh. It’s Rosé.

2. I couldn’t very well serve my bestie wine with no snacks, (what kind of hostess do you think I am!?) so I also sent out an order to famed NY bakery and sister to equally famous Momofuku restaurant, Milk Bar. Scrolling the online menu for Milk had me straight drooling on my keyboard. Between compost cookies, crack pie, and salted pretzel cake, I finally decided to go with their celeb complimented cake truffles. HOLY HEAVEN IN A MOUTH BITE. These little bad boys are no joke! Rich, decadent, and just down right delicious, the Birthday Cake Truffles were a huge win. And it wasn’t even anybody’s birthday. Before you jump on their site, BE WARNED: They have a monthly subscription service that you will want to sign up for.

3. Now how do I justify my slightly excessive intake of vino and confections with a totally adult lady metabolism, you ask??? Pilates of course!! As an instructor and very passionate promoter of Pilates, part of my biggest draw to NY City is that it is the U.S. birth place of my beloved practice. Around 1925 Joseph Pilates left his home country of Germany and met his wife, Clara, on the boat to New York City. Once they arrived they established the first studio teaching “contrology” on Eighth Avenue at 56th street in Manhattan. Fast forward to today, and there are dozens of Pilates studios speckled all over the city, state, country and world wide. And while there has been a rap-esque East Coast vs. West Coast Pilates beef dating back to the 70’s, I don’t think anyone will throw my LA buns off a reformer when I finally get to go see where it all began. While there are many studios I want to see and be taught at, one new spot stole my edgy heart with their fresh interior, wicked rock inspired T-shirts, and hip-chic-platinum-blonde owner Heather: New York Pilates. And since I can’t sign up for a class just yet, I settled for ordering some online swag to keep me inspired in my own studio. Their limited edition, 80’s rock inspired, Core Cult boyfriend tee is my current obsession! I don’t know what I love more; the skull graphic, the fit, the fact my birth year is on it, or that all the core tried and true Pilates exercises are listed down the back. Maybe I just love that it says “BADASS GREAT BUTT”, but regardless I can’t wait to sweat my face off in it when I take a core cult class in the city that many consider, the capitol of the world.

So watch out city-that-never-supposedly-sleeps because I’ve been taking lots of naps on the beach, gearing up to take the streets by storm! Now who’s coming with me???….

Xx- SarahWhite Girl Rosé, New York, Truffles, Pilates, Cake On The FloorWhite Girl Rosé, New York, Truffles, Pilates, Cake On The Floor, New York Pilates

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Trainer Travel Tips

July 27, 2015

Turns out, some of the tricks I have in my gym bag have also helped me become a more savvy traveler. Here are a few of my favorite items to help you get from here-to-there and through your summer trips fast, fresh, and fit…

Laces Out: Whether I’m running through security at LAX or just trying to get from my dog walk to the Pilates studio, easy on-and-off sneakers make life more convenient. Introducing brilliant Hickies! This stylish lacing system comes in a bunch of different colors, fits almost any laced up shoe, and now all of my Nikes are decked in gold, black or grey. And while you might need to buy new kicks every so often, your Hickies can transfer from pair to pair. Because seriously, who has time for bows?

Hell No Cardio: I definitely don’t “work out” like usual when I’m on vacation or traveling, and tend to stick to social exercises such as walking along the beach, or swimming to the Mai Tai at the pool bar. BUT I do always bring my Theraband so that I can get everything from resistance workouts, stretches, and physical therapy moves done without ever leaving the cabana. Not sure what moves to do? There are endless YouTube tutorials, but be sure to check with your doctor first, especially if you have any injuries. Remember, a little bit of physical maintenance can go a long way in making you feel more active on your trips, and less sluggish returning home. Imagine…Is that a tan and more toned arms? And you were hardly even trying…

Not Those Blue Balls: I have said many times that my foam roller is the first thing I’d save in a fire, so needless to say, anytime I travel I shed a tear for my muscle busting best friend left behind. Well, thanks to the Rad Roller I cry no more! It’s small enough I can keep it tucked in my purse, but strong and precise enough to help roll out tight muscles from cramped coach seats and more. Arms, legs, back and neck can all get a good massage no matter where you are, and that is definitely rad.

From Nuun To Midnight: Dehydration can lead to nausea, fatigue, dizziness, irritability and overall turn you into a no-fun travel companion. Make your water work harder for you by adding in a Nuun tab! Electrolytes, 17 vitamins and minerals, under 8 calories, no added sugar and a bunch of flavors, these effervescent wonders help keep you in adventure mode all day long. Pop one in your reusable water bottle and hit the road.

Not So Fresh & So Clean: Flight delays, all day travel, and you’re feeling like a greasy dirt pile with no shower in sight? Been there. Enter my secret weapon for convincing people I’m clean with good hygiene, Alterna Cleanse Extend Dry Shampoo! Spray a little in your roots and BAM! Instant lift, nice scent, impurities and oil are evaporated all while being paraben, sulfate and basically garbage free. I use a curling wand to add a little finishing touch, and love V. Swish Hot Mats so you can instantly unplug that hot iron (up to 480 degrees), wrap it, and go without waiting for cool down. Was that final boarding call? Couldn’t hear the announcement over this hair volume…

Now get out, get adventurous, and let the wanderlust take over! Ready for take off…

Xx – Sarah

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Don’t Be Salty…

June 26, 2015

People have been using salt to cure, cook, and barter with for thousands of years. One of the five basic taste sensations, saltiness is something most of us seek out now and then, from pretzel to potato chip, or even in margarita form. Awhile back at my local Farmer’s market, I stumbled upon Hepp’s Gourmet Salt stand and fell in love with their variety of flavored finishing salts. After months of many different recipe experiments, here are three of my favorite ways to add a little salt to your summer…

SAVORY: I am obsessed with this Black Truffle salt. Of all the salts in my salt bar, this one gets used the most by far. Delicious on both eggs and asparagus, but my favorite way to enjoy it is on popcorn! My corn kernels of choice come from Tiny But Mighty Popcorn which I air pop, add a little olive oil to, and then toss a healthy splash of Truffle salt on top. Quick, light, crunchy, savory and of course, salty. WARNING: you will start shoving handfuls of popcorn in your face…like an animal. No judgement.

SIP IT: Originally I was determined to make the world’s greatest Bloody Mary using Hepp’s Scorpion Salt, but a few too many tomatoes and testers with this SPICY salt had me creating a brand new concoction to cool down. I’m calling it Sarah’s Scorpion and it is my official drink of summer. Sweet, spicy, strong, and refreshing, this is a must try:

Ingredients:

Vodka
Dry Cucumber Soda
Cucumber slices
Hepp’s Scorpion Salt
Ice

Directions:

Start with a glass and fill half way with ice. Then add one part Vodka, preferably like Eight Degrees that has a pepper finish, and top with two parts Dry Cucumber Soda. To garnish take a cucumber slice and LIGHTLY dust one half with scorpion salt. Place cucumber salt side up in glass and enjoy!
Remember, a little salt goes a l o n g way!! So use sparingly. The salt will slowly release off of the cucumber giving you sweet sips that bite! My lips were still stinging for minutes after my glass was empty, but in a good way… so good I made another one…

SAY IT WITH SEASONINGS: My friendships are everything to me and I’m always trying to find little ways to let the ones I love know that I’m thinking of them. I teamed up with Cakeonthefloor friend Aly, from The Pineapple Paper Co, and had these little tags made up that say “Because you are the salt of the earth”, signed with my initials. I then took small sealable bags (they can be purchased at Michael’s), filled them with 1tsp of salt and attached them to the cards. Aly also sent me a set of her “BFF Stationary” that is so rad I can’t stand it. The collection has three hashtag sayings; #BFF #Bestie, #Hoemance, and #Amishyou, in either gold foil writing or black. I wrote a little personal note and recipe suggestion on each one, then included a flavored salt packet and mailed them off to my girls. I can’t wait for them to try their salts! Contact Aly yourself to have custom cards made just like mine, or collaborate to come up with your own special way of keeping in touch.

So go ahead, give summer sweets a break and get a little salty…

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Ain’t Life A Beach

June 15, 2015

The traffic sucks, our smog has it’s own area code, and you’d have to be living under a dry landscape rock to have not heard about the serious draught we’re stuck in down here. BUT despite the downfalls, there’s one thing Southern Californian’s don’t complain about: our 300 plus sunny days a year. YES there’s a reason I was born in a town that rains an average of 84 inches annually, and bought my house in a town that rains less than 20: SUN. IS. FUN!
But whether or not you have a beach for a backyard, here’s a peek at a few of my favorite things to encourage some sun seeking, sand and socializing this summer…volleyball, cake on the floor, beach, sunglasses, snacks, sunscreen, romper

1. Its in the bag, baby!…

I’ll be honest, I think a reusable grocery sack is a perfectly good beach bag. No matter how adorably adorned with sea shells, you will never catch me shucking out serious coin on a bag that is only being used to make it from the car to the sand. So imagine my joy and delight to find this Merona beauty while perusing the aisles at Target! Besides the fantastically affordable price, I love the boxy shape, simple colors (there are patterned options also) and its just the right size to comfortably fit everything you need. I’ve also found it makes for a great market tote, and it happily housed my fresh Peonies I snagged on the way through Topanga en route to the beach.

2. Don’t get sand in your shorts!…

While feeling the sand between your toes is nice, having sand stuck to you everywhere is a form of torture in some countries. Give your tush somewhere dry to land while taking in the ocean views with a ‘Lucky’ Turkish Pestemal towel. Besides being obsessed with the MANY colors to choose from, I love that these handwoven Turkish cotton towels are so fast drying and light weight, that you can toss it on as a shawl for your evening after the beach. Each one also comes with a glass evil eye talisman (a Nazar) to help protect your perfect beach day.

3. Throw shade…

I have mixed feelings about sunscreen, but as a person who is exposed to sunny stuff on the daily, I do apply a layer to my face, neck, and hands (my most frequently sun exposed spots). My product of choice, TarteGuard SPF 30 because its non-chemical, antioxidant-infused, non-sticky, light weight formula goes on so smooth without making my skin feel oily. It’s recommended by the Skin Cancer Foundation and protects against UVA/UVB rays all while being cruelty free. The fact it comes in a super cute bottle is an added bonus.

4. My Future’s So Bright!…

And so is the reflection off the water. Sunglasses, sunnies, shades, whatever name you prefer, are not just a simple accessory for Californians, they’re like an additional limb! We never go anywhere (including indoors) without them. Currently, my favorite pair are William Painter’s, The Hook. Made from aerospace grade Titanium, they’re unisex, nylon polarized, ultra lightweight and have a subtle bottle opener built into the sides so you can pop a brew for bae. After over a year of travels together, these have definitely passed my indestructibility test and come in my favorite color, matte black.

5. Gary Vs. Wilson…

We’ve all seen, or at least heard, a reference to Tom Hanks beloved Wilson from ‘Castaway’. And if you’re obsessed with new show ‘The Last Man On Earth like Kristina and I are, you’ve also met Gary, Phil’s Volleyball. Point being, next to a dog, the Volleyball might just be man’s best friend. Whether you’re a total newbie or a peppering pro, Volleyball is a great way to burn some calories on the beach, have fun, and meet new people. I decided to upgrade my tattered old ball and couldn’t resist this Wilson baby blue beauty. I named her Babe.

6. Cause we sip Rosé when we thirstay….

Sure you can sport the tried and true symbol of summer fun, the red solo cup, but WHY??? Up your snack game and impress your beach date with cheese, olives and WINE! These Shark Skinzz reusable wine flasks make bringing your favorite libation along super easy. They come in different colors and patterns and can be washed and used again, or recycled in an appropriate beach bin. Mine was filled with, duh, Rosé. When looking for a tasty snack, I about lost my mind in complete joy when I discovered Oloves, portable packs of gourmet seasoned olives. Olives are packed with nutrients including potassium, magnesium, and iron, and with added basil or lemon and garlic these babies are SO good! And what goes better with olives than cheese?!? Almost any grocery store will have some options of single serve cheeses. I chose Mini BabyBel Mozzarella and Jarlsberg Minis for their smooth and creamy properties, punch of protein, and because they are waxed wrapped, which means self-contained snack! You could of course add in some bread or crackers, but with these three items you have no mess and no stress. Imagine it, you’re like portable Paris…
I hope this helps you get out and enjoy the summer season. Happy buns in the sun!

Xx – Sarahvolleyball, cake on the floor, beach, sunglasses, snacks, sunscreen, romper

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Cuts For Custer

May 22, 2015

kendall custer, not gonna fall, 522, cake on the floorIn all respects, the video shoot Kristina and I were about to walk into should have been filled with nervous energy. It was a first time event for just about everyone who was working on it, and even the star herself had never even released a song, let alone could be prepared for the pressure of a make-or-break music debut. However, every single soul that was present for Kendall Custer’s ‘Not Gonna Fall’ video production was PRESENT. We walked into a well oiled machine. Each person knew their purpose and was eager to keep the energy moving throughout the large warehouse buried in downtown LA. Kristina and I quickly got into the groove of the work in progress, as we progressively got wrapped up in the magic and magnetic force that is watching a star on the rise!

Younger than me, yet with a mature air about her that made me feel like a juvenile, there was no denying Kendall’s confidence or poise. It was hard for me to remember that this was the same girl I was giving Port pointers to a few months ago over dessert, like I would to a younger sister. But here and now she was in command, nobody’s little anything, and I felt like I was talking to an old pro, not the girl who moved to LA two+ years ago from Boerne, Texas to start her music career.

“It’s crazy to me sometimes that this is happening the way it is… just all from the beginning, the first time. But then I think, of course that’s how it’s happening! Because we chose to make it happen! These are all my friends…”, Kendall says it best. It is by no means normal to arrive in LA, become best friends with fellow creatives/up & comers, hit it off with your first co-write (who then wants to produce you), and create the music that is special to you and YOU love. Then, sit on a floor and surprise your friends by playing your latest recording, letting them know you’re a secret agent, songwriting, guitar slinging, singer. But, that’s pretty much what happened to Kendall (except she says she’s not a secret agent, however I’m not convinced) and then add onto it that her best buddies wanted in on the creation of her video and public music debut.

You could feel the camaraderie and love between everyone on the ‘NGF’ set, so we were more than excited to be included in the warm and fuzzies going around at the craft service table while Kristina snapped behind the scenes shots. When Kendall finally got a break from filming, I pounced all over her to ask about this exciting time in her life, and also to please remember us when she gets to invite an entourage to the Grammys (we see “Best New Artist” in her future!). Here’s a bit of my convo with Kendall…

COTF: Tell me a little bit about the song, ‘Not Gonna Fall’, and what inspired you to write it?

KC: The song is about a guy I had met once… its that thing where the second you tell yourself not to fall, you’ve already fallen. So its that whole conversation going on in my head of “don’t fall!” but as you hear in the song, I already have.

COTF: What inspired your concept for the video?

KC: I was inspired by the relationship of a mutual friend of mine and Shevy’s. She was seeing this guy she really liked, who basically starting disappearing on her. It made her think the relationship was over…only to find out later he had actually traveled to Costa Rica and graffiti-ed a stencil of her and her dad on a huge wall there as a surprise! When Shevy told me the story, I thought it was the most romantic thing I had ever heard… So, when we chose to use that inspiartion for our characters [*Ryan Good and Kendall]  in the video, the same guy who made her stencil, actually made one of me! They are such an extremely talented, creative couple and I love how the use of the stencil shows the action of our characters, building up to this big reveal at the end… As a whole, the video represents miscommunication in relationships; the classic guy/girl thing where I think he’s not into me, but he actually is. Both my character and Ryan’s are stuck in the fear of not wanting to fall for each other, which is what the openeing room symbolizes… We’ve both put up these ‘walls’, but the difference is Ryan’s character is painting over these ‘walls’, with her.

COTF: Outside of having your friends around, what gave you your confidence on set?

KC: A lot of it was the control, in that I knew what to expect because we had been planning every detail, right down to the hand double!… it was all figured out, so I had nerves but I was more excited that the day was finally here… Also, my Dad surprised me and flew my Mom in. There are so many moments I’m glad she’s here for! Things I would have wanted to tell her, but never could have explained, so I’m glad we get to share this.

COTF: I know I love working with my BFF and you got to team up with two of yours on this project, is that right?

KC: Yes! Shevy Smith and Liana Liberato… Shevy really is my inspiration and role model. The smartest, most talented and overall balanced person I know, she’s a true gem. We formed our own game plan from the beginning, and I hope that we can continue to work like that!…Be in the Canyon and make the music… And I could never imagine anyone else directing this besides Liana. I mean she’s brilliant, tasteful, and I trust her whole-heartedly… We really all enjoyed going through this process together. It’s been our little baby!

COTF: Let’s dive in a little to how you and Liana teamed up…

KC: I met Liana a few days after I moved here, she was best friends with my roommate, and I got welcomed into their friend group…which was the biggest blessing. So almost three years ago we met, and it was really instant. It was so cool to be able to start this project from the beginning with her…I’d had the song, and had been very private about what I was doing with Shevy in the canyon… we would just work up here and were developing the sound so I wasn’t about to bring it to my friends and say “Oh listen!” as it was still being worked out… so once we had ‘Not Gonna Fall’ finished, I drove to Liana’s house, we sat on her living room floor with friends, and played it off of her big speaker. That was the first time she had heard anything I had been making… about halfway through the song she whispered to me “I will do anything to be a part of this..lets do a video” and that’s how the idea started with her directing! Since she had never directed before it was just cool, because it was my first anything; first song, first video, and it gets to be her first directorial debut. Obviously, she is a PRO and has been in the business for so long, so I was never worried about her directing, it was just nice to share in this new thing for both of us, from the ground up… She’s been a huge influence, and just sitting there a year and half ago on her floor to now, its crazy!

COTF: Did you run into any obstacles in making the video?

KC: We actually tried filming it before, but it just wasn’t working out, the timing wasn’t right, so I called it off. We were going to shoot in Brooklyn, but our resources were really here, so we regrouped… It was where the harder I worked on it, the further it got away. So I took a pause and knew that this wasn’t the right moment, I didn’t need to do this right now, because I wanted it to be right. So we put in on hold, and I realized that I wanted to do this with my crew. As soon as that decision was made it was game on! And everything started happening really fast. Our producer Julia Hodges is awesome and was the catalyst that got us going, and she’s from Boerne too! It was great to have relationships with the people that were working on the video, because generally on sets its not like that on the first day!…We really did create our own little collective and are already talking about what we’re doing next.
COTF: Speaking of next, what song will we be hearing from the album?

KC: I think it’s gonna be one about a boy from London who lied…

COTF: Count us intrigued! Ok now lets rewind a little, what came first for you; singing or guitar?

KC: Actually, writing! I learned to play guitar so I could write whole songs, and I would say that I am first and foremost a songwriter above anything else.

COTF: When did you start really putting your songwriting, singing, and guitar all together? Coming into your own so to speak…

KC: End of High School… but then when I moved here and went on my first co-write with Shevy, that had a lot to do with finding the sound.

COTF: When you write a song, do you have any rituals or habits?

KC: As it comes, it comes. But usually I’ll have one word or sentence that sticks in my mind and I’ll go off of that…I never start building a track before I write, it usually comes from the lyrics.

COTF: Can you take us a little more through your process?

KC: It starts with something that happened in my life, and I’ll think of a lyric or an idea for a song…and this whole EP has been a co-write with Shevy, we’ve written it together, so it generally goes; something happens in my life, me calling/crying/running to Shevy saying we have to write tonight, and us sitting on her kitchen counter for about 2 hours while I tell her what happened, and then we go into the studio and just do it…pour it out.

COTF: Ok a few fun and “easy” questions…Dead or alive, who would you want to do a duet with?

KC: That’s a tough one!… I honestly really like Elvis…and Patsy Cline!…but currently, I love this up and coming rapper from London, Loyle Carner. Shevy sent me this video he did a few months ago….he’s so cool… I swear he’s gonna blow up within the year, watch!

COTF: Whats the first thing you do in the morning?

KC: Drink coffee.

COTF: How do you like to stay active?

KC: I’ve been doing POP Physique with Liana, SoulCycle, and then run and hike.

COTF: Favorite place you’ve ever traveled to?

KC: I’ve never been to Europe and would love to go… hoping my life takes me there soon. But, I really do love California! I feel lucky to work here in Topanga Canyon, to have found my niche… That might not be ‘traveling’ to many, or an exciting answer, but it really is my favorite place.

COTF: Any words of wisdom you like to turn to?

KC: I love that Eleanor Roosevelt quote, “Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway.” And Galatians 5:22 is really big for me… it was my Grandmother’s favorite verse, and it’s ultimately about being a good person, the fruit of the spirit; love, joy patience and kindness.
(*It’s also tattooed on the inside of her finger and the clever release date of NGF!)

COTF: How do you like to relax?

KC: Going to the beach, movies… anything with my friends!

COTF: Favorite brunch spot?

KC: I’m really into this place in Highland Park, Cafe De Leche, it’s my hang right now. You have to try their iced horchata!

COTF: What’s your favorite social media app?

KC: I like Instagram (*follow her @KendallCuster)

COTF: And of course, what’s your favorite kind of cake?

KC: Coffee Cake!…with ice cream, coffee ice-cream…

We can’t stress enough how heavy we’ve had ‘Not Gonna Fall’ on repeat, and Kendall knows I’m already dying for the dance remix. And of course, the next single (my inside sources say that the next tracks are currently being cut by miss Custer)! Stay tuned as we get more insight on Kendall’s career with our follow up interview featuring the lovely Liana.

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