I have six minutes to get a blog post up!
It’s Saturday, so enjoy Boots and Cats.
One of my goals for this year is 100% eliminating animal tested products, and products that include unsafe or questionable ingredients. It was time for me to let go of those last few products I was holding on to, after debating it for a few years. For one, I have the money. Shopping thoughtfully doesn’t mean shopping cheaply, but I reached a point in my life where worrying about cancerous ingredients and animal testing was more important than paying less. It’s not even that bad, because I’m a pretty minimal product user; I like to keep it simple.
Makeup stumped me, though, until I discovered this list of Cruelty-Free Makeup companies, most of which has the added bonus of being weird ingredient-free. Thanks to this, I’m going to be totally cleaned up by the end of this year, and then I’ll be full-on smug.
Oh my gosh. I have no idea what to say today.
1. I bought splits of champagne for all of my 2016 elopement clients! I’m going to tuck one into a custom “New York City” tote bag (with my URL printed on the inside) as a little gift. I’m working out the logistics on sending my current clients bottles of champagne legally, from my house, with a handwritten note. I think I’ll need to let it go and drop-ship them using a third party. But I was going to have custom tape made with my logo on it!
2. I took a photo of one of the last leaves.
I completely forgot about about Daylight Savings Time – the bane of my existence – and told three clients scheduled for this week that “four pm will be gorgeous light.” No. No it won’t. By four pm it is dark; by four thirty it is pitch. Can we just stay in DST all year, please? It will be lots less depressing for everyone. I can’t work like this.
They’ve all been rescheduled.
These new pumps are part of my wardrobe. I don’t need them because I go from bare feet at home, to Chucks when I’m out, to my “shootin’ boots” when I’m running around town with clients taking photos. But they’re beautiful.
My pilates instructor chided me for not eating a hearty breakfast, but the thought of doing more than peeling a banana before noon makes me tired and queasy, so I have no idea what to do. We did stay in a bed and breakfast last year and flopping at a table and having chopped fruit and muffins presented to me with eggs and coffee was kind of heavenly. Conclusion: I need a butler to live my best life.
“I just failed so hard!” she said aloud, emerging from the dressing room, and making eye contact with me, as I was standing right there and looked up when she said something.
She froze in horror.
“I was just… talking to myself? I just… sometimes…”
I smiled. “I do that all the time!”
“It was just that I… oh… you probably don’t care.”
And then she ran away.
I wanted to hug her and let her know that we all have awkward moments, and that I totally was not judging, and that I thought she was so cute.
Dear adorable girl in the fitting room at Rent the Runway this afternoon: you’re ok.
Confession: I have playlists I listen to while walking around that are made up exclusively of non-embarrassing songs, specifically because I saw this video in 2011 and I’m terrified that Ty Cullen will ask me what I’m listening to while I’m listening something awkward.
I also carry a flattering shade of red lipstick at all times, just in case I get stopped by HONY.
“No. This guy is creeping me out. I think he is trying to touch me.”
“I’ll come over.”
There are Amber Hope Marlow people and not Amber Hope Marlow people, and I’ve learned to accept this. Business has taught me this, mostly, but it translates to real life, too. I don’t care about what the non-AHM people think of me, but I press the advice, support and wisdom of the Me-People into myself and try to support them in return. It’s made for a pretty good life thus far.
The Amber Hope Marlow people also get invited to have cake on my birthday.
High Dive in Brooklyn, 6pm.
My website is done. Go look and tell me what you think! I have to start blogging again on it, before my wedding season starts happening fast and furiously. It feels overwhelming to think about catching up on the past three months.
No word on Matty yet – I had to cancel our appointment last week because I was really sick, but I’ll keep you posted. So far, the best way to get him to eat seems to be coconut oil mixed in with his food, and he’s getting spoiled. Worth it.