Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Pretty in Pink - 30th Anniversary Screening

This year for Valentine’s Day, my husband got me the most romantic gift in the world:

In honor of Pretty in Pink's 30th (gulp) anniversary the movie was showing in all its glory across the country on the big screen once more.

So here’s the deal … even though I've seen Pretty in Pink 900 times, seeing it on the big screen again I was able to catch a few things I had either forgotten or just not noticed before. Like:

Opening Credits.
Let’s start off by saying I could still watch Andie get ready for school all day. Or maybe forever. And so what if watching her choose earrings while Psychedelic Furs blares in the background made me cry. Don’t judge me.

Stunt Duckie.
Heartbroken following Andie’s date with Blane, the Duck Man takes out his frustration by angrily riding his bike around Chinatown. I laughed out loud for the first time in the theatre noticing this obvious stunt Duckie, showing off his mad skills popping wheelies, spinning the front tire around and his grand finale of standing on the bike seat. All while not trying at all to hide the fact that he is in no way Jon Cryer.

Dancing Guy.
I totally remembered the dancing guy in the prom scene but seeing the dancing guy in the bottom left corner on the big screen was a treat. Dancing guy!

James Spader is the most beautiful high-school-man in the world.

I am Iona.
When Andie and Iona are sweetly slow dancing Andie tells Iona, “You're gonna OD on nostalgia.” Ummm, that's me. Right now. In my life. It made me want to make my hair gigantic, put on some acid was jeans and slow dance with a young lady friend to "Love Bites."

So yes, my itch was scratched and I laughed and cried. I could go on and on...when Duckie went into the Tenderness routine I was convulsing in my seat trying to hold in a full body ugly cry meltdown.

See, I told you, now I’m Iona -- not pearls and a blazer going on a date with the pet shop guy Iona.
Can't I stay "Cherish" beehive Iona a little longer?

I’m the older one. I'm OD-ing on remembering what I felt when I experienced this glory for the first time. 

And that's okay. Beehive Iona feels like a good place to be.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Shea, shea, shea what you want.

Like most 20-somethings in the 1990s, I was very busy going to Blind Melon concerts, eating boxes of Teddy Grahams and watching Beavis and Butt-Head on a loop.

I was also very busy wearing essential oils from The Body Shop.

The Body Shop is where my quest to always smell like baked goods began; my friend Molly and I would go there and buy little, round glass bottles of vanilla oil, which they've since discontinued.

Now I've seen a lot of products come and go but I have to say, I've never been so torn up over a loss like this. 

I tried to be cool like other girls when I replaced my signature vanilla with their "White Musk" oil, but it wasn't for me. And "musk" is such a gross word. Musk. Eeew.

I've since moved on to other vanillas, but you never forget your first. That black cap, that glass bottle, that scent that made everyone ask me WHAT IS THAT OH MY GOD YOU SMELL SO GOOD.

Why would you discontinue something that does that to people?

Since there was no more of my precious hippie oil left at The Body Shop I didn't really think there was a reason for me to ever go back in there. But recently, I tried this.

I'm nuts about this shea body butter, shower cream and scrub. Around this time of year my skin gets really dry and this line is pretty hydrating. And delicious.

The shower cream is milky, the scrub is all sugary and the body butter (my favorite) is all, well, buttery.

It's thick and creamy and soaks right into my skin, leaving a light, nutty scent. 

Which would pair really well with that amazing vanilla oil I used to wear...seriously if anyone out there has a lead on getting some of that stuff my way I would love to talk to you. 

In the meantime, I still keep this empty little bottle -- the one with the black cap that still has a faint whiff of my 20-something self left in it.