Category Archives: Philosphy

Thank You Cards

Being the artsy-fartsy type that I am I love to play with paper! Back in the day was an avid scrapbook-er. Kinda hurts my heart to say back in the day because I would like to think I still am a scrapbook-er. The reality is that in writing my book something had to give. I have all the supplies – REALLY it’s a problem – and over Christmas vacation I decided I was going to make a bunch of Thank You cards. In the process of this I re-discovered my love of cutting, gluing, and design with paper.

When my kids are getting ready for bed and family prayer they brush their teeth, get in their pajamas (it’s a process). I’ll sneak into my corner (where all my supplies are and it’s still in calling distance for “brush longer” and “put those clothes in the hamper”) I’ll make a card or two as the kids obediently (fingers crossed) go about their routine.

Kids are always watching and learning. We don’t always know what lessons we are teaching. I thought I was teaching a lesson about proper two minute teeth brushing. But kids are always full of surprises.

This month has had some extra stressers. Some good and some not so good. I have been trying to manage the demands of being a mom, wife, daughter (my parents live in our basement and don’t have the best health), makeup artist, team leader, author, and speaker. It’s not always easy to balance them all. Sound familiar? This is the state of being a woman. We think that we can do it all and the problem is that usually we can.

My daughter’s school is on break and she has been with me throughout the day as I do a makeup demos. She colors as I talk on the phone with clients and even, at moments, fights with her brother just as I am being offered a speaking opportunity.. love that? Wednesday, she was in my scrapbooking corner. They have papers in my corner that they have free reign with. I was glad that she was happily creating and engaged to allow me to attend to other tasks: Making dinner with one hand and checking my day’s to-do list with the other.

My daughter brought me a stack of her handmade cards, “Mom these are for you. They are for your clients. I will make them for you so you can rest more. You say ‘Thank You’ a lot and now it will be easier!” It brought tears to my eyes. She worked so hard on them and she did it for me and the lucky women who will get one of these works of art. The kind of art that we moms love. The kind of art that cannot be duplicated because she is only eight for so long.

Her friend at dance on Thursday bought her a Gatorade. She immediately told me: “Mom I need to give her a Thank You card!” A little later a card was made. And another for Grandpa who is in the hospital recovering from knee surgery. Her brother shared his candy bar (well just a little corner of it) and he got a Thank You card too. There is nothing better than getting a Thank You card.

I was tucking her in bed and thanking her for her kindness to me. She said mom, “I think of others before I think of myself. That’s what Grandma says and she is right.”

Being a mom is the best work I do. It is more important than the applause I receive as a speaker, more than the reviews on my book, or the success of my team, more than the gratification of helping a woman see her beauty— I love what I do the impact I am able to have to help others. But more than all of that I am thankful that my three kids are watching, learning, and serving others too.

Send a thank you card. People love getting them. Especially if they are made by small loving hands.

 

Confidence

For my entrepreneur friends:

Do you have confidence in you? Do your clients? Do they believe you will take good care of them? Does your family believe in you?

Friday, I was working a Christmas boutique when a lady called my house looking for a distributor. My eleven year old son answers. He picks up the phone by saying, “This is the Greene’s. How may I help you?” Echoing what he has heard me say thousands of times, “This is Leta, how may I help you?”

The woman was desperate to purchase LipSense for her sister as a gift. She had called two other distributors (fortunately not on my team) leaving messages. None of them had called her back.

She then calls my house. She can tell that the man answering the phone is young. But he is professional and told her, “My mom is at an expo. Here is her cell phone. She is awesome and will take good care of you.” He has heard me say to clients “I will take good care of you” and more importantly he has seen me take good care of my customers.

She believed him called me and ordered several tubes of lip color. She asked if there was any way I could deliver it to her tonight. I asked if it was okay for me to drop it after my expo around 8:30 pm. She said that was great and was immensely grateful.

I called my son telling him what a great job he had done and that I would give him $7 (a large amount of money to his 11 year old economy) as a 5% commission on the sale. He was busting proud bragging to his grandparents and dad all day!

At the expo the building was cold. Very cold. The heater was not working properly. And it was only 55 degrees. I am very tired of being cold, I’m tired– and honestly feeling grumpy. Walking out I accidentally spill my tester kit of 100+ tubes of lip color, eye shadows, concealer, and foundations all over the ice. Remember, I’m tired, cold, and now I have to bend over and un-glove my hands to pick up tubes from the icy ground below. I want to cry. I don’t have the best hip and bending in the cold is the last thing I want to do. I decide not to cry. My tears may freeze.
Two wonderful men saw me struggling in the parking lot to pick up numerous items from the icy floor and came to help. Thank you to my rescuing knights! One man pointed his car lights so that we can divide my applicators, that are now dirty, to the trash, and put my testers back into my kit to be cleaned and organized later. Hopefully where it’s warm!

As I headed to the woman’s house I put on my happy face carrying in my container of inventory– Not only did she order significantly more upon seeing all the pretty colors and my impressive inventory she also purchased my book for her and as a gift for the boxes awaiting to be mailed out from her Santa’s workshop. We had a delightful conversation not only do I have a new customer I also have a new friend.

Driving home I’m still tired, still cold but with $420 extra income. I’m thinking about how remarkable my son is and it hits me he has modeled me. I’m teaching him something incredible. Old time values that seem to be forgotten of doing what I promised I would do even when it’s hard, teaching kindness, courtesy– I’m incredibly thankful as a mother that I’m an entrepreneur. Being an entrepreneur takes confidence in myself. It’s not always easy but you know life isn’t easy but the rewards are greater than the money. Don’t get me wrong I like money, the reward of involving my children in what I do and how I do it is well– priceless.

2 Dead

 

Two boys, ages 12 and 15, are dead. We read headlines everyday: shootings in schools, missing, hurt and exposed children– It is upsetting to think about. Fortunately those we love are safe, that is what we tell ourselves. We are safe. It wont happen to us. The closer the incident the more our comfort zone of safety is striped away.

My family lives in South Jordan, Utah. One of the safest states in the country and in one of the safest towns. Our neighborhood is Daybreak. It is so idealistic that they advertise picture perfect beautiful people, homes, and yards with the tag line “This is getting good”. It is good. It is Daybreak good.

Last Friday two boys were killed, the names were just released. The details of why are still not clear. Was it an accident? A suicide? We don’t know. What we do know is that mothers have lost their precious children. She will live and they are gone. It is not the right order of things to bury a child.

I know because I have buried a child. My Katelynn would be four. Her death was not an accident. It was not violent. It was her body giving out due to rare medical issues. It gnaws at me constantly, I have to choose to be happy to go forward. I find comfort that her death couldn’t be prevented. But for these two boys – Everything that went wrong could have been prevented. How does a mother deal with that? I wish I could offer her some advice that would help her! Even though I have sat by a grave site wondering how I could go on. I know that I have nothing to offer her. It is not the same. None of us really know how another person is feeling, what their experience is — Yet we think we do and we make judgments all the time. What we think we would have done, said and how strong we think we would be or not be and we don’t even really know ourselves until we are there. I hope for her that she will find the strength needed. I plead for her that judgments and hurtful comments of others will be filtered out. I pray that in her dark moments where the grief literally knocks her off her feet that she will be able to kneel and feel the guidance and comfort that only God can give. I know in those moments for me – Where breathing felt like a betrayal — that prayer helped, and helps still.

I don’t think I know them. I don’t know. One of the boys is just older than my son… I have spoken twice at the school. Was that boy in the audience? We are all wondering why and how our children will be effected. We are all wondering about the poor mothers. It is just so sad, tragic, and wrong to see a life so young… gone. We all want to think something so sad would not only never happen to us but that we will be safe from it.

When I hear about a shooting, a death far away I can offer nothing but prayers. I can send humanitarian packets.. I can donate. Now this is here in my neighborhood. I want to take food over. I want to hold her hand… and then I realize I might as well be a world away. I think I can do those things, but really if I don’t know her she doesn’t want me to hold her hand, she doesn’t want my tears. The tears of a stranger. I want to do those things to comfort me. So I can hope that her friends and family rallies to her side… you know the people she actually knows. I can go to the funeral and I hope that our neighborhood shows up in force to silently offer our support. I can donate money and may be able to take a meal over but in the end she will be hurting at times I could never touch her with comfort. When really even those close to her can’t. So we pray. I pray for her. I pray for the boys.

The day before if you had asked me where I lived I would have told you about the idealistic setting, the low crime.. now when it is closer to home. I am so aware that it is not my home. And it could be. It could be any of our homes. Even in all the perfection and care of our lives – Horrid, awful things could happen even to us. So instead of thinking, we are all safe, I hope that the one thing I could give as advice. Not to the mothers of the boys but to us: To not judge her, to not judge her boy. Because judgment is just a way we hold others away from our hearts and count ourselves blessed. It could have been, and could be our child there, dead. So we should pray and give all the love we can. And be grateful for today. 

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Nailed it!

When I was 25 years old my boss turned to me and said, “What does every woman in here have that you don’t”? I look around confused. It is 1999 in Fort Worth, Texas. I am looking at my co-workers and cant figure out what he is talking about. Finally he lets me know – it’s fake nails,they all have acrylic nails.
I don’t.
It’s my lunch break and I am supposed to do something about this. So, off to Le Nail salon I go. I was welcomed back to work as a true Texas woman.

My nail tech would regularly lecture me on what nails were to be used for and what not. They are not screw drivers and they are not scrubbers! I think if they are going to be right there at the end of your hand it seems to me that they should be used! And used and abused they were.

I am not petite of frame so I liked how they made my hands look. When my kids started coming it was hard to find the time to get to the salon and I missed far to many appointments. Due to the fact that my hands are in women’s faces all day it is easier to just have a short simple nail, very easy to take care of.

In turning 40 I walked by a nail salon and I remembered fondly the pampering of getting my nails done and I think ‘Perfect, I have time and I can commit to taking care of my nails’! I see me being better than I was in the past, I would regularly go in and my new nail tech will like me. She will not slap my hands in disapproval that I have let myself slide into using them as a flat head screwdriver. She will see me regularly now that I am grown up enough to do this! After all I am in the beauty industry, I can do this. I picked out silver glitter! Its nail shellac, its different, better and – did I mention the silver glitter? Seriously, how fun is that?!

Busy.. really busy! This is good, my business is growing and I’m in demand…my kids, hubby, dinner, responsibilities, etc. It may have been more than three weeks. Week three and I notice my nails are now officially unacceptable. I look at my schedule… there is literally no time. None! I have never heard of a nail spa open at 11:30 at night though that would be perfect for me. My nails are simply not more important to me than my hubby, kids or business.. so I officially have failed this experiment. Seriously outgrown… oh and they are now chipping at the base! Large half off side moons of missing glitter.

Driving to a networking meeting I see my damaged glittered nails reflecting. This is professional, put together and in a room full of women.. yes this is ideal.. totally not looking the part of my brand. I don’t need my nail tech to be slapping my hands, I am doing that just fine.

A lady crosses the room saying she hadn’t had the chance to meet me yet. I thank her, we are all very proper getting to talk for a moment.. she then says, “I hope this doesn’t sound odd but I saw you across the room and your skin is just radiating and you are so put together.. I wish that I looked that good.” Flattered of course, this happens a lot as my skin is (no humble way to say it) amazing. I explain that it is my job, “I am a skin care expert, makeup artist and image consultant”! Immediately she starts to point out all these things that are wrong with her.. from her hair to her toes! I laugh at the irony and say, “let me help you feel better about you!” Holding my less-than-manicured-tattered-glitter-nails in front of her face—we both laugh as we discuss how we just don’t really see the faults in others like we see the faults in ourselves. She thought I was perfect when I was sporting outgrown talons… she didn’t see them. But I did.

How often do you just let one small thing draw your focus? Others see the overall image, not the little nit picking that we are so prone to do to ourselves. I love this quote by Tina Fey:

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(If you retain nothing else, always remember the most important rule of beauty which is: who cares?)

It’s a great reminder—no one cares!! As much as we do and as long as we are radiating our beautiful smile and a kind heart we are gorgeous, radiant and perfect! And if you happen to be sporting outgrown chipping shellac well, then you can help others feel good at their granddaughter painted toe nails.

Fast, Easy & Fabulous: Moisturizers (Day and Night)

Fast, Easy & Fabulous Moisturizers for daytime and evening care!

SeneGence offers 4 types of Daytime and Evening Moisturizers. The most common skin type is Normal to Dry but there are different combinations depending on your skin type: Normal to Dry, Normal to Oily, Oily to Acne and Dry.

After cleansing (with SeneGence 3n1 Cleanser) you need to moisturize. Our Daytime moisturizers ‘contain SenePlex Complex, natural oils to protect, moisturize and lubricate the skin’. When combined with MakeSense Foundation it gives you an equivalent of a 30 SPF! Lasts 6-9 months.

What makes this even better is you only need about 1 pump for your entire face!!!

The Evening Moisturizer is just as amazing! Also containing the SenePlex Complex and this formula penetrates deep into your skin to keep it hydrated during the night. This is when your skin is the most susceptible, so give it something good to soak in! Last 6-7 months.

If you need help deciding what your skin type is, I’d be happy to help!

 

What’s your SuperPower?

I heard this story of a mother telling her son to wait for her at the corner. Instantly, the son runs past the corner. The mother was frazzled. When she caught up to the boy she was angry that he didn’t follow her instructions. She asked her young son, “Why didn’t you wait for me at the corner?!” The boy, in perfect innocence, says, “Mom what is a corner?”
The kid wasn’t trying to disobey, he just didn’t understand the words his mom was using.  We say a lot of thing to each other and to kids, but do they really understand what we are saying?

Just like bullying; we hear that word a lot in a world of the faceless social media. It’s easy to hurl insults and not see or think of the hurt we are inflicting. Words just typed can be very easy to misunderstand as they have no inflection, no body language and no facial expressions to clarify their meaning. Words in of themselves yield immense power but we are not always able to control the direction.

What does the word bullying mean?
To single out someone.
To make fun of them with words or physically harm them.
Purposely verbally or in writing attack someone.

Bullying isolates and creates fear.

Children often don’t know what the word “bullying” means. Yet they probably hear it everyday at school. When I have asked young children if they have been bullied they say ‘yes’. I get down, look them in the eye and ask them what happened and I hear stories like ‘a kid butted in line in front of me’ or ‘they didn’t play with me’. Do we have a definition problem here? I have also heard stories that fit my definition of what bullying, kids being made fun of for something that is different about them. I believe that when we choose to see our differences as a strength then we are more confident and can thwart the would be bully. Bullies are really just insecure and are seeking to put others down to feel more powerful, popular, liked and above all to not be a target themselves. As children are experimenting with cause and reaction, developing their sense of who they are bullying can happen and if not discussed can lead to even more. Like not being played with one day to not being played with at all or physical attacks. The bully will attack when they feel they can get away with it. The confident child isn’t as easy a target.. that is if they are not different.

Studies show that when rapists were interviewed and asked what makes a woman a target the results were startling. They talked about a woman who was alone, perhaps already exhibiting fear or discomfort or maybe distracted. The least likely ones they would attack were women who would look them in the eye when she passed. women who seemed confident. This really struck me. What makes us a target as an adult could also be what contributes to making us targets when we are young. The problem being, children haven’t had the years to work on their confidence. Confidence pops up as a deterrent to both adult attacks and childhood ones too.

Who among us doesn’t have holes in their confidence? Places, situations, people that make us feel vulnerable—we all have those. If you say you don’t, be real. Or I guess you live too much in your comfort zone. A dose of confidence is needed for young or the more mature when we face the playgrounds of our lives.

My son is a confident child, perhaps too much, which I have encouraged. I think my children are pretty stinking fabulous. I don’t think they are better than your child, I just think that my kids are amazing. I love being their mom and I love their personalities. Though I do hate whining. But when my kids are not whining then I couldn’t be a bigger fan. Last year my thoughtful, fun, confident, handsome, smart son started coming home with reports of a kid he was having misunderstandings with. Soon it was clear that my son was being targeted.  I couldn’t figure it out. I tried coaching him on ways to deal with it. Why was my son being teased? One of the boys had even been over to play and was a nice kid with good parents, teaching him right. The ring leader was from a home that had problems. I talked to my son about what this boys home must be like so he could be understanding. We talked about what friendship means and we talked about compassion. I volunteer weekly in my kid’s class and I could see that the one boy didn’t have, as I put it, “control of himself”. I saw my son being kind, even playing well with these boys, but then at least three times a week the efforts seemed of naught and their would be incidents. I talked to the teacher but she had her hands full with other in classroom situations.

When it turned physical and my son was being pushed to the ground and kicked I talked to the other one of the moms. The one child was moving, much to my relief, but still I wonder how that boy is managing with all the upheaval in his life. The other boy, with his mother looking on, I lectured him firmly. He was encouraged strongly to apologize, his mother was mortified, as I am sure I would be if the situation was reversed. My son, in one of my proudest moments as a parent, looked thoughtfully at the other boy and said “I forgive you.”  Later as the boys were back in class and the mother and I walked to our cars we were doing what women do, verbally processing the events. She said to me that her son really couldn’t be fully blamed as my son did funny things with his body.

Okay, this is when I was dumbfounded. It seemed to me that she was trying to justify her son’s actions because my son was different! That I was almost blinded to what was causing my son to get bullied.
I wasn’t blinded and I don’t have a problem with what makes him “different”. My son has Tourettes.  Tourettes is not spontaneously swearing as Hollywood has chosen to focus on. it is a tick disorder with 3 or more verbal and/or physical ticks. This mother’s comment shocked me deeply coming from someone that seemed so sane.

So I ask, do we as a society think it is okay to hurt, belittle or bully someone simply because they are different? We are all different. Every single one of us is not the same. Why do we strive for sameness? Why not embrace what makes us unique? It goes back to being insecure, we want others to validate us because as a society we have a hole in us. (I even have a whole book coming out on this topic). The bottom line is that after a certain age it is not others responsibility to make us like ourselves. As a mom, it is my job to guide my children into being amazing people that give back more than take. I teach my children to feel good about what makes them different. Noticing differences are not the problem, what we do with that information is. I think that we all have a super power—mine is I can talk a lot and really well. I also have ADD and as a young girl I had to learn how to focus my super power. People close to me were not always kind. My son has already in his short life experienced that others may not always be kind. That is part of being a superhero you, get forces against you.  My son has a super power too, he has an active mind, he is inquisitive, orderly and an active body too. He has a lot to do and just like his Dad, watch out world because Nathaniel will take on the challenges and face them with character, strength and determination!

Forces combine against the hero in any story. Would it not be better to teach our children that what makes them different is a superpower in development than something to be hid behind a wall of sameness?

Evidently I am not the only parent that thinks Tourettes is a superpower. Local author, Richard Paul Evans, has written a book in honor of his son’s Tourettes. Michael Vey, the main character, has superpowers. I am excited to go read this with my own super hero.

Bullying is not going to be removed by slogans and logos, it will be removed when we as a people accept ourselves first for what makes us different and when we really like ourselves we wont have a need to hurt, belittle or hit others. Bullies, regardless of their age, are just people who don’t like themselves. That is what I tell kids when I do school assemblies. We need to teach our children not to bully themselves but also to see themselves as the superheroes of their own life, responsible for how they yield their own power. I think most bullies don’t realize the hurt they really are causing. That they rationalize it as the other person is different, or they asked for it. Instead we should be teaching our children that they are powerful and that they can impact others. That they are responsible for themselves. That being an adult means there is no one to blame for their actions or thoughts but themselves. Teaching them that differences are strengths to learn from and about discovering what makes us unique guides us to seeing what our gifts will be in life.

Why do we label, shame and categorize people?
Because we do it to ourselves, stop being a bully to you—after all you are a superhero too.

Joys of Being 40, including great skin!

40 photoI’m turning 40! I say that with excitement. No disappointment. Really!

I want to be clear on this point, because when I tell people giddy like a 11 year old kid that my birthday is coming they say, “Oh no.. look who is 40!” or they give me a look like your dog just died, one friend even reached out to patted my arm. Honestly, I am really super excited about 40!

At 21 we are legally responsible. The law considers us adults but lets be real, no one else over 25 thinks you are really that mature. We may act mature, and yes our brains are finished forming, but our experience of what we have done in life is limited. As some 21 year olds go, I was very responsible. My parents believe in the ‘your 18 you pay your own way’, so by 21 I not only had a job but had substantial savings.  Yet, much to my irritation people assumed, due to my happy manner, that I had not really experienced life. I had and I would protest, but they didn’t hear me. I had, I really really had. As a young woman with life before me I felt a little fear. I would never have actually admitted that then.. but I was scared.  What if?  What if I failed?  What if…?  What if I just wasn’t good enough, pretty enough.. well I have answers to those questions. I am not pretty enough… it’s a stupid question. I will not be loved or hated for how I look. Life is not high school. Adults don’t care and if they do they are still mentally in high school. I now only care if I like how I look, not if someone else does. I also know that I am not smart enough, there is someone always smarter and I can be friends with them and learn from them. I married someone smarter than me. I hired someone smarter than me. I benefit from all the smarts around me. I know it’s not all up to me. I know I don’t have to be all things to all people. I just have to do what I can.

At 40 I have been married for 15 years. I am happily married, we have been married long enough that the happily part is a choice. We choose to love each other, to serve each other and to smile at the things that drive us insane. When I was a newlywed it was easy to be happily married. Now, I know what I am dealing with, as does Mr. Greene, and he still comes home after work. This is good. He gives me sweet kisses in front of the kids.

Though at 40 my kids are old enough to be grossed out by our kisses. They make gagging noises and try to pull us apart. Yet, they still think we are cool. Our daughter, who is 8, said “I want to marry Daddy when you are done with him.” I explained that I will never be done with him and she will have to go find someone even better than daddy for her but with the same character and dedication to God. My son will walk in the room and tell me I look beautiful, I believe he gets that from his dad. If I am lucky, though never on school property, my son will hold my hand. The biggest, coolest things to do for the kids are to go do things with us. We have a rhythm to life, we know each other, the teen years haven’t hit the Greene household yet. At night when I ask the kids, “who have you served today?” “What have you learned?”  and “what was your favorite thing that happened today?” they still want answer and won’t let me forget to have that time with them.

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At 40 my parents are still alive. My father in law just died this year, really bringing home what I gift to have my parents. We have the added blessing of not only having them living but living in our basement. I lived in their basement too for many years.  My mom cheers me on, she is one of my biggest fans. I hear her brag on my brothers and sister. My Dad is still working, an example of his generation. They don’t think they shouldn’t work, they work, that is what they do. He wears only patriotic ties on Sunday, that is the mentality that built America. Work. We are trying to get Dad to retire but he doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

At 40 I am a full grown woman. Yes. I have some ‘love’ here and there that I didn’t before. Each of them reflects a battle or choice of my life. I don’t regret those scars, those bumps and bruises to my youth. I feel more beautiful than I used to because I like me more. I like my life, who I share it with and what I have accomplished. I remember my mom turning 40 and now I am a real life adult, a real woman. When I was a new makeup artist I was working along side a beautiful woman who spent much of the day primping herself, not the clients and complaining about being older, saying, “after 40 it’s all maintenance!” Well, I disagree, after 40 is when your wisdom and experience combine to make you ravishing along with your outsides that though they may not be what they once were show the world who you choose to be. The laugh lines show you chose to laugh, the little extra says you chose chocolate, which too many women is code for happiness. That little bump of the tummy says you chose to be a mother. It’s not so much the physical but the emotional that makes a woman beautiful, it’s the wisdom in her eyes.

At 40 I have failed. I have failed hard enough and for long enough. Long enough ago now that the wisdom of the failure stays with me and the pain of is forgotten. I will fail again. I will make mistakes and just like in the past the pain will fade and the wisdom will remain. Kinda cool, isn’t it? I am here breathing and I was just fine before. When it was so hard then it got better and so have I at dealing with the tragedy, disappointments and failures that once seemed so encompassing.

At 40 I have felt deep grief, horrid loss and pain. And I am smiling now. I smile because I choose too. I have head my heart broken, had to ask for forgiveness and had to give it, I have buried a child (a pain that never fades), I’ve lost relationships that were dear to me, I was in a wheelchair…  I could go on. But anyone my age had had those or similar bad times. I can say to the fears that I had “it’s okay, it all works out”. I did those first 40 years knowing so little and I get to do the rest of my life 40 plus years knowing everything I now know plus some!! That is very exciting. I get to know more, do more and not be held back by thinking I am not enough. I have been enough to get to here.

Of course for 40, being a skincare expert my skin doesn’t look 40. Oh well, I will have to contend with the problem of people thinking I am too young too know anything of life.. but well, I can handle that. After all I have faced far worse and am here smiling. I am really super excited that I have met this threshold of turning 40!

50 is going to be even better… oh sad thought my kids will be graduating from high school… bummer. I guess I will just have to deal with the loss by traveling the world with my husband.

 

Are you a Rule Breaker?

I have always had a respect for authority, never really been rebellious. Rules don’t bother me unless they are stupid rules, then I want to push back against the rules. Don’t get me started on politics. You have been warned. When the glamour magazines come out and “let us know the new color of the season.. it’s so magical how they all get the same colors from magazine to magazine, the stores are in line with this too—did they take a survey on the street of thousands of woman? Was it off of what a famous person decided? Color is so powerful that when we think of neon we think of the 80’s or now… (these colors are back in trend –  regurgitation of the 80’s.) Yes, I am not a fan of florescent neon unless you are a kid, but in a business meeting.. ack!

So how are the “it” colors decided upon? Who are the they that we all follow from fashion, home décor and makeup? “They” are Pantone. Mystery revealed? No, who are they? A secret society from the dark ages bent on gaining power .. oh sorry different group.. heehhee. Have you ever tried to describe a color over the phone? I have its like describing the taste of salt! No matter how many adjectives you use you know the other person is not seeing what you are! Specific colors are in your mind are associated with memories. Whenever I think of a brown horse I can see the hide color of the horse at Grandpa Chuck’s. Not all brown horses are that exact color but to me—when I say ‘brown horse’ I think of that exact shade. Due to working with a specific product line when you say Currant I immediately see SeneGence Currant Lipcolor in my mind but other companies have named their cosmetics Currant and they are different shades.

If I were painting my house and I need to order more paint, what do I do to get the same shade? Well, in stepped Pantone. In the 1950’s they came up with a color matching system, each color was given a number. This filled the need of graphic designers to say to each other we want 5,000 copies of this Pantone red 345 or whatever color they wanted to match. Brilliant really. Now over the phone the pros could share the exact color they wanted based on Pantone’s color matching system. How Pantone became the color deciding gurus of the fashion world, I don’t know. I bet it’s in a meeting, “Okay, so humm we gotta do this season thing again.. so what have we not used recently?” So every Spring and Fall Pantone tells us what is cool and we change out our couch cushions, go on the prowl and buy that new trendy outfit

.Pantone Fall 2013

So here is my problem—every new season I see women, especially girls wearing the “it” color and it looks horrid. Not because she is not lovely and amazing because I believe all women are, but because that color doesn’t look good on her!! So if the colors coming out are good for you this is great, this falls colors just happen to be for those with yellow undertones to your skin. If you are a pinky toned skin not so good, the it colors will be wearing you not you wearing them.

What colors you wear whether they are the “hot” color of the season or not, should look “Hot” on you! I happen to look sensational in the jewel tones of this season, and I’m excited to get more brown shirts because when brown is not hot the selection of brown can be limited. Three years ago I had to have a royal Blue suit.. impossible to find! I had to have one custom made. Now its going to be easy.. the choices will runneth over because Pantone has decided that Mykonos Blue, which is a royal blue enough for me, is in this season! I will be able to find shirts that go with my suit! And my brown pants which the brown tops are starting to fade, I get to brush off the dust we are going shopping. And ohh, the Acai Purple is amazingly great color on me and other women with yellow undertones to their skin.. last seasons colors.. not so much. I walked in to stores and walked out because those colors didn’t look good on me.

So shop to look hot, shop to look fabulous shop for the right colors if they are “in” or not—Do you want to look Trendy or Hot?

More information on the Pantone colors can be found here: http://www.pantone.com/pages/fcr.aspx?pg=21057&ca=4

By the way the spring, summer, fall winter was designed for white women. Forcing all women of color in the “winter category”— that will be another great post soon!

The Three P’s of Putting Your Wardrobe Together Perfectly

I was just on TV… it was a lot of fun! Nineveh, from Fox 13, was great at putting me at ease in front of the camera, she is very easy to talk too. Check out the video here:

The problem was it was too fast!! I didn’t get to share everything I wanted to say and ohhh do I have a lot to say on the subject!!! Proper fit is one of those things that I love to teach. It doesn’t matter how high quality your clothes are, how perfect the color is or how trendy they are IF THEY DON’T FIT RIGHT!

Proper fit of your clothes will make them AND you look better!! A great beginning guideline, if it is too tight, you can’t move naturally!

People say to dress for success; I say to dress for fit! Dress for the fit of your amazing beautiful body and to fit your life. And with a fit that you can move and feel comfortable… of course comfort in clothing is not to be rational for living in yoga pants.

So, what are the Three P’s of putting your Wardrobe together Perfectly?

1) Plan:

You walk into the store and the clerk asks you “May I help you”. You had been trying desperately to avoid eye contact! Now it’s awkward, what do you say to not be rude but not encourage them to try to assist you as you shop? It’s pretend you accidentally ended up in the store, “saying no I’m just looking”  acting half interested and head back to the clearance racks.
You then may load up with some items try them on and buy something you talked yourself into. When you get home you introduce your new purchase to the rest of your clothes and find that they don’t HANG out together!! It may or may not go with your other clothes and you’ll never wear it. The cycle of victim shopping starts again.

Ladies you gotta have a plan!!! Know what do you need and or want BEFORE you go to the store! You don’t have to go to the store like Rain Man repeating brown skirt, need brown skirt, brown.. need… but understand what makes you look and feel your best.

You know that clerk you have been trying to avoid… they actually know what is in their store, you CAN and SHOULD ask them!! It part of the Power shopping notebook I will teach you in another post!

So ask yourself before you leave to shop what you want. Tell your girlfriends what you are in search of, they will help you in your quest!  Now you have the clerk and your friends helping you look.

*Hint from the power shopping notebook– gather pics before you go so you can not only describe what you are looking for but can show the picture to the clerk. And we make fun of men for not asking for directions!!

2) Purpose:

Though you may feel like a “human Kleenex” as my friend Jaime Smith said (mother of 5 young kids who always looks good) you can still dress cute. Jamie would argue this, but we seldom see our own beauty like we see it in others. We are so hard on ourselves.  (There Jaime I publicly called you out! You a hot mama!)  Moms dress differently than the bank manager, than the makeup artist or the CEO or the mechanic.  Yes, there are chic mechanics.  So what does your purpose for clothes look like? This ties back into your plan. If you pair dry cleaning with yoga pants this is not hottness.  T-shirts with business suits makes the whole outfit look thrown together. DO the items of clothing do the same work? Do they send the same message? My kids get it: they call my not work outfits “mom clothes”.  They know at a glance when I am working.  Jeans are not a part of my “work” (which is often my favorite “firewalker” shirt comfy for use and reminds me of when I literally walked on fire! I will tell you all the story in another post). My “mom” outfit doesn’t say to a lady ‘trust me to teach you about beauty’.  It says let’s sit on the couch and talk as our kids tear apart my house. Both activities that I love to do.  But the clothes I wear not only tell my kids which hat I am wearing but  they tell the client  that I cared enough to get ready to serve her. To my friend it says I am sitting on the couch totally present in the chic bonding.  How funny would I look if I was at the playground in dry-cleaning only pants, ironed button down shirt and heels? How much trust would I inspire to a client in a t-shirt and jeans? Or to an audience?!  Have you ever seen a speaker show up wrinkled, lazy looking? If that’s the look you want that is fine but I want my audience either on the stage or in life to see that I care, I’m ready!  Don’t you want the same from those around you? Don’t let your clothes block people from taking you seriously in your role, whatever that may be.

Personality:
This is perhaps the most important part.

I love old castles, I loved the opportunity to visit them, and see them in pictures. The architecture of the castle would be built with the idea of intimidation, grandeur or protection. Think of the castle with the high thick walls, mote and little window slits– built to protect what is inside.
When we dress in baggy clothes, not showing any of our shape we are not showing us. When we wear dirty, torn clothes we are telling people we don’t care. Then we are hurt and angry when they don’t care for us. It doesn’t take money to look clean and put together. When I was putting my husband through Law school we had the miracle of welcoming our first child. My waistline grew out of my clothes and I had no money, nada, to buy me clothes that fit my new beautiful shape. What I made went to support silly things like $1300 a month in New England rent, food, insurance and preparing for baby. I shopped second hand following my Power Notebook Plan and looked good enough to continue my work teaching at a beauty school, doing the makeup for a wedding or even more ironic teaching busy Boston professionals the art of dress in an outfit that I bought for 25 cents at a garage sale! Clothes are an invitation to others to see us, to get to know us.

Do you dress to intimidate? The absence of clothes is an invitation to see us an object not a brain. Unless you are a football player, a jouster or in the military or other profession your clothes do not need to have a protective role! Dressing nice and showing respect for you doesn’t mean making others feel less for themselves. This topic could be its own blog post! Dress to represent what you do but not to yield power. I like to dress nice to honor my purpose and to be approachable to welcome people to get to know my personality, to get to know me. I dress in my own style, with some trends but I have my own way that I feel most comfortable for what my life purpose is. I dress the way I do because I like how I look, I invite you to ask yourself of the clothes you have how many of them are a reflection of you? Do you feel like you when you wear them? Or do you feel like you are trying to copy someone else? Are you being your best you or what you perceive another’s best to be? Dress to suit your personality not someone else’s. Just make sure that it fits you right!!!! My mom dresses in prairie skirts which are really a copy of Navajo style. She loves them, she has them in every color that looks good on her. It’s her style, matching her personality and her interests. Honor you enough to dress like you. I have a friend who always dresses in Vintage clothes. I love to see what she will wear next.  I just happen to know her size so when I am out and see something that is totally her I can pick up and send it to her helping her in her clothing quest!

Dress in the grandeur of what makes you beautiful. Showcase the treasures of your beautiful strength. Your clothes should be a representation of your personality. They shouldn’t be placing walls between others to understand who you are and remember the absence of clothes is an invitation to see us an object not a brain.

Clearly I couldn’t say all of this on TV! But I am excited to share my content and skills with an audience in other segments with Channel 13!

Thanks again for having me Fox 13!

Blast from the Past

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If it’s old, worn and rusty I love it.  Chipped paint, worn and rubbed with use, rusty wheels to grow vines on, tool boxes re purposed with flowers in them, old advertising boxes, a chicken coop door – these things hang on my wall, these things have a story, they have character.  Hands touched them so much that they left a story, even ordinary events like making dinner.

The kitchen handles of the 40’s were often painted red, some of the paint has been worn off from so many meals being made.  These items remind me that the ordinary tasks of taking care of my family is something people have been doing long before I lived.  When I handle these everyday items you can almost see the hands that worked them so much to be that old and worn. They would probably laugh to know that we collect their old canning jars, tablecloths, tools and other objects to decorate our homes. A home with vintage and antique items feels inviting to me, it’s like I can feel the heart, the love and the dedication that made something that can not only last– but see the years of use. I love old, worn and rusty things and I tell Mr. Greene that when he is old, worn and rusty I will love him all the more.

I was traveling alone with my kids, who at the time were three and five. The kids needed to stretch and I really needed to look at little local junk, antique and curio shops.  Paxico, Kansas – population of 221 – had two such shops. The first on the north side of the street had a lot of glass and I needed to get out of there before my kids spent all of my money for broken glass. The next one just to the south was wonderful. It had piles of vintage linens, a new tablecloth I was pretty sure would fit my table. It didn’t but I love it all the same. They had wonderful old clothes which always make me sad as they are never a size I can wear. Stacks against the wall of old prints, a box of street signs, I picked two (street signs are an obsession with me).

My kids were getting anxious… I could spend hours in here.  Heaven really. Then I saw it, on the wall hung an old school map from the 1950’s, the price written on a 3×5 card was $800, which was totally worth it.  I moved a glass doll out of my daughters hands, knowing I couldn’t buy the map, but something in my heart said to look closer.. why tease myself I couldn’t do $800? But I did look and in my awe I realized that I had added a 0.. it was only $80!! I felt faint, tingly. The anticipation and desire had met in a perfect moment!  I could have this, it cold be mine and in a vision of foggy clarity I knew where it would hang on my wall.  The whole trip of 1049.4 miles alone with 2 small kids was worth it in this moment, this would be enough.  Placing my purchases on the counter adding up to just under $100 … amazed, elated, giddy…

I handed over my credit card while chatting happily with the clerk and she with me.  Suddenly the clerk looked perplexed and said “Oh, we don’t take credit cards.” No problem, I thought and took out my debit card. Patiently she said, “we don’t take cards … at all”
Okay, this is fine… don’t panic, “where is the ATM”? I didn’t have any checks with me, who travels with checks!?  This is when my heart started to race, was I sweating?  “We don’t have an ATM in town”  What!?? No ATM.. where was I?  I was in Paxico, Kansas.  She called the local bank, sure enough they only do business with local people.  I was not local.  The closest ATM was 60-70 miles down the road.  The room was spinning— joy was being ripped from my hands.  That was it, the end … I had a schedule I was expected… I couldn’t be taking a 140 mile detour for … sniff….

She was talking and it took me a moment to realize what she was saying – And this is why Paxico Kansas is so stinkin’ cool – She told me to take the map and send a check when I got home.  I, not computing what she said in the moment, had to ask how much for shipping?  She repeated, “take the map in your car and when you get home send us a check”  and handed me the store business card.  “So, you want me to take the map home.. not pay anything now.. and you will trust me to send a check..?” I asked in surpise.

“Yes.”

“And you trust me to do that… you trust people to do that?”

“Yes.”

I started assuring her that I was trust worthy, surprisingly she seemed to believe me… that I would send a check. I picked up my map happily, amazed at how cool this was. Not only was I going to get my 1950’s map, I was getting to buy it in 1950’s style. Outside of Paxico store alarms go off on items you have already paid for, we have identity insurance for us, the kids and the family cats, and two forms of ID just to check my kids out of the Ikea play area.  Security replaces trust. And it’s what living in NOW means, but in Paxico you can still live like it was THEN. I sent the check with a handwritten note. The 1950’s hangs in my reading nook.  It is old, the metal is a little rusty and it is worn on the edges from the hands of the teacher teaching the future of Kansas, about the world outside of Paxico. I am glad that Paxico is still there and I can visit when I want to take the time to travel back in time. Next time, I will bring lots of cash and my check book just in case.