Confessions of a Skin Care Addict (episode 1)

I thought about going through my bank statements from the last year to total up how much I have actually spent on skin care items. I’ve decided against it – ignorance is bliss. Growing up my skin was flawless, even my pimply teen years were mild and my twenties? No makeup, no problem. Like many other things in my biology, my 30th birthday was monumental for my dedication to caring for my skin, and my journey to find the perfect anti-aging, moisturizing, exfoliating, pore minimising, blemish fighting, oil-free skin regimen.

I’ve narrowed my shopping trips down to mostly three stores: The Body Shop, Lush and Miniso. I also occasionally also stop in at Portia-Ella whenever I have an excuse to stop by the outlet mall back home. Watch out ladies, this spot is going to change your life and break your bank.

Portia-Ella’s mandate is to offer sustainable, ethical and fair trade beauty products with many animal-free alternatives. Their brands are exclusively Canadian and go through a vigorous selection process before they hit the shelves. So whether you’re vegan, have sensitive skin or are just an all out tree hugging granola hippy you will find products that suit you here. They absolutely do not accept products that test on animals or that have all those weird buzzwords all the new moms are snickering about like parabens, sulphate and synthetic fragrance.

So now you’re thinking “why, Michelle, do you give a shit about some store offering natural beauty products when you clearly use dollar store makeup and have tattooed on eyebrows?” Well, my friends because this is the store where I discovered Sweet LeiLani Purely Tinted Moisturizer. PURELY_TINTED_MOISTURIZER__88148.1516562553

This stuff works miracles on my combination skin, blends beautifully and lasts all day. But my favourite thing is that this is the only product that has successfully hidden or at least dulled the appearance of this unfortunately placed birth mark on my neck that is so cutely always mistaken for a giant hickey. I’ve used concealer, bronzer, pressed powder and cream prescribed by my doctor to try and dull this thing but nevertheless, she persists. While I was browsing at Portia-Ella I inquired about a product that would be fitting for my skin type. Having given up all hope, I was just living my life answering “no, it’s not a hickey.. it’s a birthmark.” I was whisked towards Leilani and swept off my feet with one swipe of that all natural Manitoba-made brush. When the nice human helping me told me the product was designed for coverage of medical imperfections, used on burn victims, rosacea, and inflamed skin I was pretty sceptical yet intrigued. Some 50 or so dollars later I was the proud owner of fresh bottle and a brand new Pure Anada flat top foundation brush and my life has been forever changed. Couple spots of cream and a few dabs of a brush and you might just think my throat region is flawless.

Now don’t get me wrong, I would still kill to shower myself in products from Clinique and Kiehls but my blog isn’t that famous… yet. 😉

Until next time friends… or maybe just Cathy.

xoxo, goodnight.

 

What does portia-ella mean?

[portia] an offering [ella] feminine. portia-ella is an offering to the feminine within us.
The PE crest is a circular shape, representing the perfect cycle of life.

 

**Before and After photos of my neck mess to come**

A New Some Type of Way

For as long as I’ve had the ability to think, reflect and be aware of my thoughts I was sure that all emotions or feelings were not only named but also defined. Until tonight, because during and after my visit with #prisonbae I’ve been feeling some type of way and I can barely even describe it, let alone give it a label.

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Untitled

PW1Prison wives (or girlfriends, baby mamas, spouses etc.) are a marginalised group of women that are more often than not misunderstood by society. They are constantly viewed as weak women with low self esteem and a lack of self worth.  Prison wives are looked down upon and harshly judged for crimes that they did not commit.

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whatcha gonna do, make our dreams come true.

roadtrip

I’ve realized now at the ripe age of 30, dreams don’t just come true. Not for me at least. In the past I think I’ve made it seem, or sometimes even felt like good things just fell into my lap, but everything I have and everything I am is shit that I worked damn hard for.

drivingOne of my dreams, or wishes or wants or bucket list items – whatever you want to call it – was to take my sweet little man Jake on a road trip to see the world.. or the country. So here we are! Three years later, heading west, jamming to tunes, eating treats and visiting dog parks on what Jake likes to call the ultimate car ride of all car rides. Yes, Theo is with us too but this was a promise I made to Jake when I adopted him in 2015, exactly 3 years ago tomorrow. And although travelling with two very special needs canines can pose quite a challenge, I am so excited for the journey ahead. Just like the journey of my life, and my current search for the perfect career, I am making it happen.jakemosaic

 

We stopped last night in Regina, I found a dog friendly hotel online. It’s very ghetto but in the price range and perfectly on our way. Free breakfast is a bonus. Today? We head west. For as long as I can keep my head up. After chatting with #prisonbae last night  realized I could drive much longer than I did yesterday and I’m ready to getter done. For those of you worried, because I know you are. I am safe, driving the speed limit and focused on the road.

On that note, here we go! Have a wonderful day, fans!

Much Love,

 

Shelly T.

Hi, I’m not crazy.

Have you read The Prisoner’s Wife by Asha Bandele? Have you heard a Ted Talk by Shaka Senghor or have you seen his interview on Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday? When you read that book, or listened to that podcast did you think “she’s crazy” or “he deserves to rot in there.” Be honest, did you think that? Would you have thought that if he was your brother, or your son? What would you have said if Asha Bandele was your sister or your aunt?

 

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Stories from her lair

“And even though so many people have asked me if I have lost my mind, if I am lonely, or desperate. Even though so many people have wondered if I was having a crisis, or determined that I was just going through a phase, I will continue loving the man I am loving. I will love him even though he’s got an ugly past, skeletons, and sorrow. Even though he doesn’t have a great job or position or power, and even though he’s a prisoner at a maximum-security correctional facility, which my husband, Rashid, is, I will continue loving him.” – Asha Bandele