Live your life and forget your age -- Norman Vincent Peale
Hyla3D lets me do this. Recently, the folks at Jan Marini Skin Research in San Jose, California, asked me to participate in their spring campaign launch for Hyla3D, a product designed to improve the overall vitality of skin. My job was simple: use a full-sized sample, which I received complimentary from them, and offer feedback on the experience. The verdict is in: wonderful.
The art of looking young is scientific. Hyaluronic Acid, which is naturally present in our skin in high levels when we're young, begins to decrease over time as we get older. Add in the harmful effects of the sun and suddenly our face is under attack. Hyla3D works by boosting these levels thus improving the overall volume, elasticity, and appearance of fine lines and wrinkles. Its patented Hyaluronic Acid Activating Complex restores and revitalizes what nature subtracts.
I'm fortunate to live in the South Carolina Lowcountry where a near constant level of humidity keeps my skin fairly well hydrated. However, Hyla3D is like capturing morning dew in a bottle. The feeling is wonderful as it glides on effortlessly; my face soaks it up like a sponge begging for more. Within a week I began noticing that brown patches were fading and I could visually see the texture of my skin starting to improve. If you're looking for a product to fight the aging process and/or reverse the signs of sun damage, I highly recommend it. And then I recommend moving to Charleston, South Carolina. Kidding, but I do feel blessed to call this place home. Thank you, Jan Marini Skin Research, for allowing me to test your product, sing its praises, and become your newest fan.
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No home is complete without an antique barber chair
As in Boulder, CO. Sure, the election has us thinking fondly of the whole state, not just the area known as The Berkeley of the Rockies, but there's something special about this town that makes the typical thrift store experience just a little more hip... if not high. Ok, I had to slip that in.
All pot smoking references aside (with the exception of this one: won't it be refreshing for Denver and the surrounding towns to lose the whole Wellness concept? The distribution channels are already set. No need for pesky prescriptions or silly medical covers anymore...now I'm done), Boulder is home to some of the coolest treasure trove hunts West of the Mississippi.
Antiquing, thrifting, call it what you will. One man's trash is another man's treasure. Check out these pics from one of my favorite spots I found while getting my hippie fix here.
Never underestimate the power of a thrift store to spice up an interior. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Don't be afraid to think outside the box. I have never understood the person who will go to a furniture store and buy a matching set. Or fill a home with uninspired retail items. THIS is where the magic happens. Express yourself in fun, interesting, one of a kind, often historical and nostalgic decor that comes with a story attached. Like that one time, in Boulder, when you bought an ounce of pot, smoked it and picked out some crazy shit in a funky store....
Did I just say that? Oh, well. It's legal now. As long as the Feds look away.
What kind of far-out, contemporary, fresh, dope (there goes that word again), antique finds have you scored in places like this? Isn't life more interesting when it's one big show and tell? I just exhaled.
We've all seen it. Pictures hung too high on a wall. You walk into a room and the first thing you notice is the crick in your neck from looking up. Let's face it, there aren't too many prizes for being short in this world. You can't be a model, everyone looks down on you, and heaven forbid you grow a gray hair. The whole world sees it before you do. But one thing you can be certain of is not breaking the cardinal rule of decorating. Eye level doesn't apply to everyone, folks. Just those of us hovering close to the ground. So celebrate your five foot nothing-ness, as my brother would say, and keep your eye on the wall.
Consider the museum rule when it comes to hanging pictures and center it 60-65 inches off the ground
Picasso looking pretty much as I'd imagined
Yes, I've eaten with Picasso. You didn't know? Well, now you do. And boy do I feel privileged. I mean, come on. Not many can say that. Ok, so it was a Picasso and not the man. But, still, you're jealous, right?
I digress. The dinner party was like this. Everyone standing around. Exchanging glances. Conversation is minimal. You get the vibe. We're ushered into the dining room and seated according to a chart. Food arrives full of presentation. Complete with a price tag hanging from the cloth in the bread basket. New and expensive, nice.
Before we dig in we are directed to the wall to the left (my right. But, anyway.) There it is. In all its glory. "A real live Picasso."
I've never felt more awkward. I think he would have, too. Picasso, I mean. When I recall that night several quotes come to mind.
Like "Art is a finger up the bourgeoisie ass."
And "People who try to explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree."
Or this gem "If everybody is looking for it, then nobody is finding it. If we were cultured, we would not be conscious of lacking culture. We would regard it as something natural and would not make so much fuss about it. And if we knew the real value of this word we would be cultured enough not to give it so much importance."
And his famous last words "Drink to me, drink to my health..." which, I often imagine had this been his last dinner party on earth, would have been appended somewhat with the likes of "... and tell this guy to stop being such a pretentious asshole." End of quote.
To be or not to be... Black, that is. As in Black Doors...
How are you spending Labor Day 2011? I'm spending part of it reflecting on the decision to go black on the interior doors of my new home. And I couldn't be happier with the choice.
What were plain, white doors have been transformed into pieces of art. Strategically hung throughout the house. In a way that punctuates the walls without overempowering them.
I first saw this while visiting friends. When I entered their house I was immediately intrigued. Admittedly, it took a moment to sink in. And once it did I was hooked.
This is nothing new. But not entirely common. Yet. Googling black doors will yield plenty of examples online.
Here's my contribution to the trend.
Want to transform ordinary doors? Go black. I did.
Tell me what you think! And have a safe, happy holiday with family and friends.
Consider: Finish -- I recommend glossy. Here, I used high gloss enamel black interior/exterior paint by Valspar. Black can have a tunnel effect. A flat finish on the doors would cause them to disappear into the wall. Versus standing out with emphasis.
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