Thursday, August 22, 2013

And on the eighth day, McQueen drew a new shoe…

Note-I really, really miss blogging. A new post is coming tomorrow, but for today, please enjoy my first, and favorite, post ever.

I love shoes. I adore them. I daydream about shoes. I have been known to roll up my pj pants, put shoes from my closet on, tilt my head while looking at them longingly, sigh, and take them off again on random weeknights just to admire a set of gorgeous heels. Part of the main draw of watching Carrie and the girls’ slut it up in Sex and the City was the shoes. (Seriously, you cheated on Adian? WTF Carrie?) The point is, I am the little girl who lived in her shoes. (I’m five feet even, so yes, I am short, hence the little girl). Even with my deep love of shoes I must admit, there are only really 4 mother shoes. Like the five mother sauces the French believe in, there are four mother shoes. From these four shoes, you can make any shoe on the market. They are the flats, boots, pumps, and platforms. Until McQueen drew a new shoe.


left-life altering shoes from McQueen , right-ordinary common nude pumps
Now I know these wonderful, amazing shoes are not hot off the runway new. BUT, I still think about how amazing they are at least once a week. Seriously, they are the only new shoe in forever. People have been wearing shoes since we could walk upright and stub our toes on pterodactyl eggs. Yet all shoes were a variation of one of the four mother shoes. Add a strap, a pointy toe, change the fabric, up the heel, all basically the same four shoes. Until McQueen drew a new shoe.

These shoes, for lack of a better word, are not throw on for date night shoes, or I will kick ass in the boardroom shoes. They are not just running to the store shoes, night out dancing shoes, or going to the beach shoes. (Disclaimer, if you are Lady Gaga, all above are possible. Mere mortals, not so much.) They are where -and how- the hell do you wear those shoes. They are works of art. Seriously, look at those. They are gorgeous, and belong at the Louvre under glass shoes. In the thousands of years people have been wearing shoes, there is nothing like the genius that is the lobster claw shoe. It’s a wearable sculpture. (Again, for Lady Gaga, not people who are so clumsy they trip going UP the stairs like myself.)

-Lady Gaga, rocking art as shoes

So take a look at these shoes again. Marvel. Admire their beauty, the stunning curved lines, the impossible height, and say a silent (or out loud if you are so moved) thank you to the dearly departed, wonderfully talented, unfortunate tortured creative soul that Alexander McQueen was.  Don’t look at them as absurd  unwearable shoes. To do so is to miss the point. They were not meant to be an everyday shoe. They were made for beauty, to make you think of what can be when you are no longer concerned with those that tell you it’s not possible, all that can be done has been done, there is nothing new to discover. My only regret when I see these shoes? That we will never know what else McQueen might have dreamed of, what other revolutionary designs lay behind those beautiful, yet sad, eyes. While you may forget what color was the ‘new black’ this season, the preferred hem length of spring, or the winner of Project Runway, chances are, you will not forget these shoes, and the brilliant man who sat down, on the eighth day, and drew a new shoe.

My faves

PLEASE, if you feel like you need help, someone to listen to you, please call the National Hopeline Network at 1-800-442-HOPE (4673) or visit www.hopeline.com. There is always someone who understands, and is willing to help.  

Thursday, April 19, 2012

I'm alive!...and a Peek into my Bathroom Stash post

So, turns out I'm not dead. Good news right? At least I think it is. I know I've been MIA lately, but with my newish job and planning my wedding, I've been too worn out mentally to write. I've really missed writing though; I must have written a thousand blog posts in my head. To get us all back on track, here's a Peek into my Bathroom Stash post.

I had heard about how amazing this lip balm was for quite a while on various websites, but I figured that it couldn't be all that different. After all, I have been a proud lip balm addict since I was in 7th grade. How different could this one be from all the hundreds, (literally), that I've tried over the years? I have lived in Iceland. Trust me when I say I know my lip balms; it's really freaking cold and beyond windy there!

Anyway, Fresh has a lip balm called Sugar Lip Treatment. I bought a two pack. It had the below balm and a rose tinted one. I threw this one in my gym bag to use before work. (Oh yeah, I've also been getting up at 5 am to workout before work. This may be why I've been too wiped to blog.) I swiped it on as I was walking out of the gym to my car one morning a few weeks ago, and thought nothing of it. First impression-the screw on cap is so freaking cool. I have had too many caps come off lip balm tubes over the years, ruining the balm and whatever it touches in my bag. Ever reach your hand in a bag and suddenly have squishy stuff all over your fingers? It's disgusting and you panic as you try to guess what is all over your hand as you slowly remove it from your bag. The smart people over at Fresh have that problem solved, and honestly, the solution is so simple that it makes every over lip balm company without screw on caps look stupid. 

After the gym I grabbed a coffee and drank it at my desk as my ate my oatmeal. A few hours and bottles of water later, I rubbed my lips together and realized that my LIP BALM WAS STILL ON! I was blown away, and really wished I could tell someone, but I didn't want my coworkers to think I am more of a freak than they already do. (We are friends, but as you know, friends are usually the ones to point out your weird habits that make you a freak.) My next thought was that I had to write a post about this stuff. Yep, after many, many months of silence here on Dash of Perspective, this is the product that made me start writing again for you guys. Sugar lip treatment from Fresh is amazing. It's creamy, silky, substantial without being thick; basically heaven in a tube. Go out and buy 10 so you always have one nearby. Then grab a random cute guy and make out. You'll still have soft kissable lips after the make out session is over. (I totally won't judge if you then go to another bar and make out with a different hot guy. All in the name of product testing of course.)
Fresh's Sugar Lip Treatment SPF 15



Saturday, July 23, 2011

A peak into my bathroom stash...

I know how you guys love my beauty product reviews, so here is a new one for you! I'm trying to find a title for these beauty product posts, do you like A peak into my bathroom stash, or do you have any other suggestions? I'm open here, so share away!

Ever notice how a good hair day is well, a good day? When my hair looks good, I feel good. I carry my head high, smile more, and generally just have a good day all around. It makes me confident and feel stylish, like I have it all together. (Which I don't, but appearances are everything here. Fake it until you make it right?). My problem is that I have fine hair, but a lot of it. My hair is naturally very straight, it's what women spend hours flat ironing their hair to achieve. So what the hell am I complaining about you scream at your computer screen? Well, while flat shiny hair may appeal to Jen Aniston (and she does rock it), I prefer my hair to have body, something my hair is inherently against.

Jen, looking gorgeous as usual
As a result of my quest for body, I have a massive amount of half empty shampoo and conditioner bottles in my hall closet. I buy a bottle, hoping it will deliver on it's promises of beautiful, lasting body. Alas, much like the guys at the bar on ladies night, the vague promises are actually hollow sweet smelling lies. I have tried more shampoos than I can count.

I admit I can be somewhat of a shampoo snob. There are some brands that I won't even try; I have it in my head that they are cheap and won't do a damn thing for my flat hair. Tresemme is one of those brands. Why, I cannot tell you. I have no proof that Tresseme is a shady brand, I just have this stuck in my head as cheap and pointless, so I never even bothered.

But last month, while I was waiting on my prescription at the grocery store, I saw a display of Tresemme shampoos and conditioners. On sale. Giant bottles for 2.50 each. I sat there, staring at the bottles and thinking that there is NO way a quality product could be sold in such a large quantity for 5 bucks for the set. No way. Something made me go and look at the bottles. I picked up the shampoo and smelled it. It smelled lovely. But as my closet full of misfit shampoo can attest to, a lovely smell means nothing in way of giving my fine hair body. On the other hand, it was just five bucks.

So I gambled...

Jackpot! Tresseme 24 hour body shampoo and conditioner has ended my years long quest for full, bouncy hair. I don't have to style it at all, or use any other product in my hair expect this shampoo and conditioner. I brush my hair all day long since it tangles so easily, and my constant tugging does not deflate it at all. Neither does the horrid god awful humidity we have been experience on the East coast. It is truly the Holy Grail of shampoo and conditioner for fine hair. I cannot express enough the things it does for my hair. I can wash my hair in the morning, have body, true body, all day, sleep on my hair, and wake up with volume! This is unbelievable to me. I am amazed, and really should send the good people at Tresemme a massive gift basket. And throw out all the half empty bottles of sweet smelling lies in my closet.

Seriously, I beg you, I implore you, to try out this duo. It will change your life. After all, a good hair day, as we all know, is a good day.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Emma Waston's black and glittery eye makeup-hit or miss?

I'm usually either in love or hate with a makeup look. And I really can't stand make up that is heavy handed. Especially when dark shadow turns a perfectly lovely set of eyes into thsoe normally found on professional fighters. Double black eyes is a look no one should strive for. I feel really strongly about this.

Which is why this is so hard for me.

Look at it from afar.

Emma Watson, pic from Glamour.com
Emma's eye make up it dark, heavy, and everything that I hate in theory. But I don't hate it. I don't love it either, but I think it actually is working for her for a few reasons-

1) She's at the premiere of the last Harry Potter, in which she plays a wizard. There's something kinda mystical and magical about her eye makeup here. It works for the role she's grown up in.
2)She still really young, and hip enough to pull off gold glitter and black eyeshadow.
3)Props to anyone who does glitter makeup and doesn't look like her shift on the pole just ended.
4)It's just lovely and so freaking cool close up. See?


There's something very ethereal about this that is drawing me in. I do wish her hair was not slicked back, and had some volume going on. I think  flirty, playful hair would offset the harshness of the heavy black eyeshadow and liner. What do you guys think?

Monday, July 4, 2011

A perfect quick last minute dessert for the holiday

Here is a perfect last minute dessert for today, or really any day. I couldn't help but share the link with you when I saw the pictures in my email. So yummy and pretty! Enjoy!

And make sure you check out the whole Our Best Bites blog, it is beyond fantastic. I have made so many things of theirs and every thing has turned out wonderful.

http://www.ourbestbites.com/2011/07/red-white-and-blue-patriotic-strawberries/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ourbestbites%2FdjLu+%28Our+Best+Bites%29

See what I mean? Adorable and so simple! Now go check out their blog!

Back from the dead and Happy 4th of July

Ok, so I didn't really die, obviously. If I was able to somehow come back from the dead, I'm pretty confident that blogging wouldn't be high on my list of things to do. Not because I don't love blogging, I do. But I feel like I would have some pretty deep questions to ponder. For instance, did I sell my soul to the devil and not realize it? Because other than that, I don't think you can come back from the dead, unless you are Jesus. And we all know I am not Jesus, this blog being a prime example of that.


So if I wasn't dead, why the hell haven't I been blogging? Here is the abbreviated version- I was working 13 hour days at work, came down with a bad sinus and upper respiratory infection while working crazy hours. I got a new job (YEA!), and have been settling into it. I know that doesn't sound like much, but it really was. Oh yeah, and as my doctor says, my corneas were 'pretty messed up' and my vision was blurry for almost a month. Not blurry anymore, but I still can't wear my contacts. Guess who won't sleep in her contacts ever again? If you answered me, give yourself a cookie, you are right.


Moving on...


Happy 4th of July!

My big plans for today, well, suck. I have to work today until 9. Douchey I know, but trust me, the job is a HUGE step up. But I am on the bottom of the totem pole, so I am stuck inside my office when all I want to to be at home, drinking a beer and enjoying the 4th with my loved ones. We live near DC, and while we aren't going to see the actual city's fireworks in person tonight, we will be able to catch them on tv. Our nation's capital puts on one hell of a fire work display people, dvr it. It is freaking awesome.


            
Have a great day everyone, and rememeber the day isn't about beer and delicious grilled meats, it's about fighting for our right as people to chart our own way. Chart your own way through life. The founding fathers would be proud.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Let's play a game-What the hell were they thinking?

I came up with this game idea after seeing this picture. Because honestly, I can not come up with a rational explanation a)why the hell this is even a product, and b)why the HELL anyone would ever voluntary subject themselves to this beyond ugly beauty product. I am all for being unique and trying new things, but seriously Hope, what possessed you to try this? Did you lose a bet? Piss off your stylist? Get ready with no mirrors and are the victim of a disgruntled make up artist? Hope, you make you're living on being pretty. Seriously, the fact that you took your clothes off for Playboy is the ONLY reason you were invited on any red carpet. And before you claim you are a 'businesswoman' or some other vague not-at-all true job title, I saw you on Celebrity Apprentice, and honey, you are not smart. The only reason why Trump invited you on the show was because you were in Playboy and he's an old weird pervert with the worst haircut ever. So without waiting any longer, here is how Hope showed up on some red carpet.
Hope Dworaczyk
The picture is super big so you can fully take in her lips. I cannot, cannot figure out why she thought this lip 'tatoo' product would be a good choice. My best guess is that she thought it was fun, but honestly, I think it is a hot mess. So here is the game. Tell me in the comments what you feel she was thinking on this look. Have some fun with this. I'm dying to hear what you come up with!

*I can't take credit for stumbling upon this look, I saw it over on Glamour.com and had to get your guys take on this bizarre look.  If you think this look rocks, tell me why then head over here to buy a pattern for yourself. The have all different kinds. Knock yourself out.