I <3 My...

I love my bed, I love my peppermint body wash, I love my hair extensions, I love my cat, I love my students, I love all 7 of our poles (yes, even the the b*tch pole), I love my tattoos, I love my Crock Pot, I love my leftovers from Hooters, I love my book, I love my sloppy Machine Gun, I love my painful left split, I love my cream soda, I love the voice of the person in the front row asking the important questions, I love that my name has the word God in it and I love Cheetos.

This post was influenced by the lovely young lady in the video below. She is one of my biggest inspirations!


Reasons I Hate Frank Coffee Body Scrub

Oh my ever-loving God, I HATE THIS PRODUCT. 

Typically, I don't waste time talking about things I don't like...but in this case, I feel compelled because there have been so many rave reviews about this product, I wanted to offer a differing viewpoint.

I began seeing a ton of buzz about this body scrub product in the beauty blogosphere about three months ago and was really intrigued by all the hoopla - everyone and their mother seemed to love it. I got mine in the mail about two months ago and have been too lazy to use it (because let's face it, scrubbing your entire body down with a coffee-grind mixture is kind of a pain the booty). Today was the perfect day for me to try it out because 1.) I had remnants of self tanner that I needed to exfoliate and 2.) I had just drank some caffeine and was feelin' a lil' peppy. 

Reason #1 I hate this product: when I opened the packaging (which I will say, I do actually like because it's unique) I was disappointed that it was pretty much dried out coffee grinds. It was a powdery, grainy mess, not the paste that I was expecting. So...this shit was messy. Real messy.

Reason #2 I hate this product: the smell of coffee was overwhelming. I trudged on.

Reason #3 I hate this product: MY SHOWER AND BATHROOM WERE A MESS. Coffee grinds everywhere. I had to bleach my shower afterward because of the coffee/oil residue it left.

Reason #4 I hate this product: it did not exfoliate off any of the self tan I had going on. That's a big fat FAIL for a body scrub, because you know, that's like the one job a body scrub has: to exfoliate off dead skin and stuff. Yeah? No.

Reason #5 I hate this product: and this is really the icing on the cake: it made me smell like stale coffee.  For real, after my shower, I'm just chillin' on my couch binge-watching The Americans (which by the way IN LOVE with that show) and I kept smelling what reminded me of my father's law office - in particular, the kitchen in his law office that housed the coffee maker and 10 million mugs that had remnants of yesterday's coffee in them. Ew, yuck. Bad memories of dictation and making copies and angry clients. And old coffee. 

I got back in the shower and scrubbed myself down with those exfoliating gloves to get all the oil and coffee smell off me. NEVER AGAIN, FRANK, I say! Cute name, unique packaging, not-so-good product. Sigh. At least it was only about fifteen bucks. 

The Pure Hand Needs No Glove To Cover It

Pole dancing is beautiful, sexy and delicious as well as...tough. It takes a lot of work to make pole and exotic dancing look so damn good and bruised bodies, scuffed up knees and callused hands are all part and parcel of our wonderful world of badassery. People outside the pole dance bubble don't usually understand, but we dancers love our cuts and scrapes and view them as badges of honor - they signify how hard we work and how tough we are. I love the dichotomy of how the way in which we create beauty is accompanied by this raw, rough-around-the-edges aspect. 

Hand calluses are one of the ways in which pole dancing toughens up our bodies. I love my calluses because they help me grip the pole better when executing tricks. The more I work on the pole, the nastier (aka better) my calluses get. I had the idea a few days ago to have a contest at my studio to see who could get the biggest and best calluses by September 30.


Stuff I Bought This Week - a.k.a. I Had No Good Ideas On What To Write About So This Is What You Get

I have no idea what to write about today. And I wanted to get a post up since the last one I wrote was almost 3 weeks ago.  So, yay consumerism! Here we go.

Since I moved to south Tampa 5 months ago, I've wanted to stop into Gaslight Antiques on Henderson Blvd.  My taste is very eclectic and my home and dance studio are full of random little finds that I've curated over the years, so I knew this place would be the end of me and my bank account. I finally made it in there last weekend and I found this adorable treasure along with about a bazillion other things I want. I paid 45 bones for this little gangsta piece of china, yo.  Was tempted to also buy a first edition copy of Rosemary's Baby, but I practiced restraint (for once) and since I was so good at containing myself, I figured I'd reward myself by...buying something else. Kidding.  

Moving on: One of my go-to looks is pairing tights with short shorts and a tank top.  I got these from Hot Topic for $14.50 each, but they were buy one, get one half off.  This is my version of bargain shopping. Frugal, right? 

Gals ask where I get my belly button jewelry from cause it's always so sparkly. It's nowhere that special, just good ol' Hot Topic...and they're cheap, too - usually around $12 a pop. They usually run a buy one, get one half price sale so even extra el cheapo!  More frugality, I'm telling' ya, I'm so thrifty, ya'll.

 

I also got this from Central Oddites.  I think I paid $75 for it. It's my second framed vintage cover of The Ladies Home Journal -this one is from September 1919. 1919 was one of the best years of my life.  

And finally, from Victoria's Secret, the Pink Palace Of The Most Annoying Salespeople Of Life. I swear, it's like they're on you a hot second after you walk in the place.  I needed some more smelling-goods, plus I wanted to get one for my friend, Chris.  I wear body spray every damn day cause it smells like OMG/LOVE/OMG and I want people that are around me to think OMG/LOVE/OMG .  Fresh & Clean is my most loved, most worn scent. Totally one of my Secrets To Successful Living.  I even spray it in my armpits if I've been teaching for 4 or 5 hours.  It keeps me going, and keeps my students from running to the hills.  PS: I totally bought Wild At Heart and Hot Crush for the names.  I don't even really care what they smell like.  That shit works on me, I can admit it. Kinda like Crystal Pepsi from waaaaaay back in the day...Crystal? Pepsi? Together in one bottle? Gimme that.

A Failure or A Complete Success?

I recently found myself in a sticky situation where I was trying to get something I wanted, but the scenario wasn't exactly working out the way I envisioned.  As the circumstances started to spiral downward, my energy began to bottom out and my emotions were getting the best of me.  Even though I was still physically present, I could feel myself mentally giving up on the entire thing.  The confidence that I walked in with began to take a backseat to doubt - never an ideal position to be in when you're trying to make something happen.  

Somehow, amid my wavering intentions a thought bubbled up from the back of my mind: "You don't need to let your emotions get the best of you...they are an illusion. Keep trying, move forward, attempt a different tactic - if you don't keep trying, you'll never know." 

I didn't want to walk away from this scenario thinking I could have done more or that I didn't try hard enough.  I had the distinct feeling that the entire thing was fucked, but I needed to know for sure.  I put my emotions to the side, rallied up some enthuisiasm and took another stab at it.  

The situation didn't work out.  That's okay, because I'm proud of myself for going for it in the first place - but I'm even more pleased that in the face of hopelessness, I was able to inspire a renewed spirit in myself and move beyond my negative emotions.  It reminds me of one of my favorite words: pluck - strong resolve, courage, or spirit in spite of difficulty.  There is no such thing as failure - there is only giving up or not giving up.  I didn't give up, and as far as I'm concerned, that is a complete success.  

The Current Nail Situation + My New Smokin' Hot Bra Top

I've been coveting this top from Michi for awhile and it finally came in the mail today! It reminds me of something that a supermodel from the early 90's would've worn, and being that I'm obsessed with that era of the supermodel, I had to have this.  

Also, The Current Nail Situation cannot be ignored here! These nails are seriously making my day, so I had to share.  I've been doing the half moon reverse french for a few years now; however, it's always been difficult to find a nail tech that can pull it off successfully.  I recently found a gal that does a great job - she works at Heavenly Nails in south Tampa - I highly recommend this place because all their nail techs are great. This is my favorite way to wear my nails.  I'm still rockin' the stiletto shape (albeit much shorter than before, those daggers were driving me up the wall!) The color is gel polish in my all time favorite red, OPI  Big Apple Red.