Using Natural Products for Skincare


Prompt: Write a global issue connecting it to a personal issue

I can’t go to deep into this, but I see the amount of chemicals used in many drugstore products. Especially, I am thinking about all the makeup that has parabens, and sulfates (etc.) and other chemicals that many woman are washing with or putting on their skin. The makeup just sits there all day and I don’t think much of it is good for your skin and causes breakouts, dry skin, and later, things like cancer or skin damage (etc.)

I have good reason to be concerned about this because I love makeup but I have to be extremely careful what I put on my skin because I will break out from chemicals in makeup or develop rashes. This is why I have begun to really look into the makeup I purchase. Is it natural? Does it contain products I can actually read? I have invested in a lot of mineral makeup from makeup lines such as Benefit Makeup, Purminerals, Tarte, Mac Mineral, , Bobbi brown, and Clinique, Even though a couple make ups I use such as Clinique and Bobbi brown aren’t quite natural they are gentle on my skin and often have mineral powders and other products in their lines of makeup. For bath products a big one I love to use is lush. Everything is fresh and produced with products I can read.

I’m not sure it is possible for people, especially woman to use natural and mineral products all the time but there is enough products out there now that we can try to use at least some of those products in our routines.

Day 4 – Hippo


I
read that
all hippos love to be
beneath the water and
under a tree. They do the
things that hippos do and
bathe and swim just
the whole day through, and often glance a hippo
eye, at all the little hippos more pink then grey. They
chase. away the nasty gators. Because little hippos make
the best gator meat. A hippo will open up his mouth and he
or she will roar, pink tongue lolling and straight teeth
threatening to chomp upon a gator tale. And as safety
returns to the hippo village the
hippos roll in the water in hippo
happiness. A. baby snuggles up
to his hippo mama. All is well
in the hippo vil. All is right for hippos.

I can see the shape but it isn’t showing up?

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Empty Bookstore


‘Main Street Books’ the sign read. But a giant problem existed in this once thriving bookstore — it was empty. It was the middle of the day, the sun was out and shining like the orb of light it was. People were out walking around the shops in the neighbourhood. There were mother’s with kids, people going to and from work,, teenagers, and lazy vacationers. You would have thought someone would come into that bookstore just to browse the selection of books.

But there was a problem for small  bookstores these days and the words that best described this problem were: Ipad, Kindle, and Kobo. To few people read paperback books anymore. It was killing the business and killing a part of history with it. You couldn’t get back erased computer information but you always had a paperback book (or a hardcover) piled up around the house forever.

This is in response to a challenge hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. If you would like to participate in this challenge or need more information, please click the following link:

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Day 3 – Fragile


There was a day that upon your shoulders you took me ofF
I had to stand and be the fighteR
You left with me skills, never left without giving me a plethorA
Of sage like wisdom, grace, so I never did LaG
Compared to many I was strong, the life had I
And all this I gained at the hand of your help, faithfulness above alL
Yet, I learned to trust and trust came stuttered way of breathE

Despite all this I learned to be strong one must remain FRAGILE

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Day 2 – The Traveller Comes Home


I travelled at least ten thousand miles
Gathering greetings, gasps, and smiles
I took the trail that few journey to take
Those who want more steps to strode keep awake
A journey like this seduces and beguiles

So I went at least alive and well and came back home
” Wherever, I may wander; wherever I may roam”
And I remembered such nights of beautiful bliss
Nights on a train, where the steam gave way with a “hiss”
And back I came a traveller forlorn, forever away from home.

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The Walls In My Home – Bedroom/Kitchen


Prompt: What do you display on the walls of your home — photos, posters, artwork, nothing? How do you choose what to display? What mood are you trying to create?

Some walls in my home are pretty empty, while others are full. In my bedroom, I have a full picture wall with artwork and a couple other ornaments displayed around a pictograph of the Emmaby Jane Austen. A pictograph is a picture of something made up by the words of it’s story. I framed it with a poster frame in silver from Michael’s.

There are two silver etched drawings on this photo collaboration wall, prints from an artist on Etsy, of Miss Dior perfume and Audrey Hepburn. I just liked the silver etching, the drawing, of these pictures so I bought whatever black frames would fit these 2 frames at Winners. By this point I had decided to mix the frames up so I bought a tarnished silver looking frame with a picture in it that says ” Ok. Breathe. and drink tea. This is a print done by blogger Le Zoe Musings on WordPress. Kelly, the lady who designed the teacup print also works for gloss48, a company that offers limited edition makeup and hair products or products that are just brand new.

On the bottom left hand side is a spice rack from Modcloth and I fill it with my favourite perfumes and hang my favourite chunky bracelets off the hooks on the bottom of the rack. In the middle of the right side is my University Diploma in which I graduated with distinction and below that a pink, orange, and green picture of flowers sitting on a Lilly pad. It is on a canvas that boxes out so there is no need for a frame. But the picture is one of my favourites, impressionistic and insanely colourful. I am always drawn to it first.

My last two pictures are framed by two different white frames from Winners and they are also by an artist on Etsy who does watercolours. They are two of my most loved pictures as well. In the top left corner are three dresses in pea green, blue, and grass green at the modistes hanging up on three stands. I adore the colour scheme and the artsy look of the painting. The picture on the the top right side is a picture of wine being poured into a glass and I love the movement in this picture. It is more modern but if you know anything about painting glass or crystal is difficult to paint so the artist does a fantastic job with that and the movement of the wine makes you want to drink wine, to enjoy a glass yourself.

This is one important wall in my house and I will show you one other from the kitchen where I painted fruit during the Oilers 2006 play off run to vent my frustrations. All three pictures are done in acrylic and framed just on the outside of the canvases with frames from Michael’s.

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Weights We Put On Ourselves


Sometimes I find that I find I am in a precarious position in life. That I do something or want to do something that is having a bad effect on me. I call these problems ‘weights’ we put on ourselves. Or another good term might be creating your own burdens to carry.

It took me weeks struggling with this problem, tempted one way and tempted another. Then finally, tempted, teased, and treated like I wasn’t even a person I realized that this thing I wanted was very bad for me. Isn’t that the way it goes we always want what what we shouldn’t. Or we ignore the little signs along the pathway telling us this is not the way to get what we want. That there are other and better methods and right now isn’t the right time or person. But this morning I finally made the right choice and it felt like a weight literally had been lifted off my shoulders. Sure, it was exciting being kind of bad but what I wanted would have hurt me and other people in my life. What I wanted could’ve scarred me for the remainder of my life or left me with a regrettable experience.

Other people don’t always know better. And they aren’t always who they appear to be. But I still can’t help feeling sorry for this person and praying for something better for them because they are walking around in darkness and they don’t even know it. They would tell me about all the bad people in the world but I didn’t know they were talking about themselves. In some ways I think they were talking more about how they view themselves because I caught glimpses of a helpful and non judgemental person beneath the meanness. And I’m pretty sure a slip of the tongue ( there tongue) made me see how mean this person could be, a slip that was a weakness they didn’t want exposed. So you separate yourself from impossible people even though they aren’t all bad.

You refocus your efforts on other people and other things that are a better fit for you and a better way to spend your time. Still I liked the good things about this person a lot, it’s too bad they weren’t a little nicer and looking for friends. It’s hard to meet people and make new friends these days.

Tonight I’m going on my pre Valentine’s dinner with A. We thought Valentine’s Day would be quite busy so we are going ahead of time. Hope your sweet hearts spoil you wherever and whomever they maybe.

A Garden


Prompt: Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

There is an earthy acerbic smell around me and as I slowly pull the weeds up with my small hands I look around at the garden that takes up almost half our back yard. We ate organic before it was hip. To one side are the sweetest little strawberries you ever tasted and sunflowers with their tasty nutty flavour. There is parsley, mint, chives and probably some other spices hidden in our garden.

As you reach the middle of the garden are three to four rows of peas strung up on wire. Those more then anything remind me of childhood. Picking them to freeze for the winter, but mostly just eating them raw. Cracking a shell open and eating the sweet little balls of green and leaving the big overgrown peas to reseed the ground. Then there are the beans and everywhere inside those bushes hide these long medium thick crunchy green vegetables that I love fresh with butter and detest blanched and frozen and saved for winter months. There are cucumbers, mainly for pickles, zucchini for chocolate zucchini bread, carrots my little dog spunky eats if we’re not careful. She’ll leave just the tops if you let her.

Also, I can walk among the rows of corn that some years did splendidly and other years just withered. I can dig up red potatoes for stew and if I go far back there are prickly raspberry bushes where my other dog Nikki ate raspberries off of the ground and we carefully climbed into the bushes to find raspberries for freezing for jello desserts and ice cream sauces.

Not to mention we had this huge apple tree we use to climb as kids. Big apples and little apples of various kinds were grafted on that tree and we ate as many apples as we could until we were sick of them. There was home made apple sauce, apple juice, apple pies, and apple crisps. Both dogs use to take bites out of the apples on the ground, throw them up, and play with bitten apples. At the end of the season there were 40 different apples with one bite out of them.

My grandma had a garden too. So, gardens and fresh produce remind of being a little kid and eating all that fresh organic food. I remember long days help my parents pick beans or dig potatoes. And there were so many weeds to pull and too many bugs.

However, the strangest flower bloomed by the garbage cans and pile of compost in a bin in the back yard. Every year their were red roses peeking up beneath the grass. Hiding there like some forgotten unspoiled beauty in the crunch of vegetables.

The Disturber of Steps


I can’t find a place to put my feet, there’s no stepping stones.
And I am remembering where I ran aground a plea to God.
And I can’t understand all this misery, give me stepping stones.
And I can’t find a way to go, does anyone know?

I’m just trying to place my hands along the wall,
And I’m blind to the ways I go, oh no one knows,
cause your supposed to be a sinner a grevious lie or a saintly saint.
But I can’t be a saint or a devil may care, I’m just me in the twilight at the dark.

You’ve got no right to make me do what I don’t want to do when I don’t want to,
Your the heaviness beneath my feet, those cinder blocks.
Cause you don’t understand when I say no, I’m not judging you.
And you can’t judge me back cause I’m, just as lost as you.

You can’t see the look in my eyes, Im glaring at you.
Because you can’t answer my questions, the hard ones that are vital me.
You dig and delve, say you know better, but you don’t know me.
If I decide to do something it’s going to be on my terms, yours are just guidelines.

You pass me along, like I don’t mean thing, you give me cause to be rude.
But I try not to judge and I try to be nice, but don’t ever force me along that road.
I walk and wander where I please, the deal was with you, so just keep your word.
Don’t tell me to respect my religion, when you don’t respect the increment called yours.

Don’t tell me to love, when I am already broken, and the good ones scarce exist.
They bad cling to you like static, so you cannot breathe, and they take away,
Your will to try, your will to strive, I am alive don’t force me to be dead.
Feel sorry him, but you’ve no idea what I’ve gone through with him.

Find me shoes so I can walk, take my feet far from this frost.
Find me a stepping stone, a crack in the pavement to follow down to Oz.
Yellow stones greet me and I have no way of knowing, why you couldn’t,
Provide relief for only a moment, you are my conscience and my tempter.

Oh, God find me some answers.