Neutrogena Healthy Skin liquid makeup

I am forever on the hunt for the perfect foundation. I’ll fall in love with one only to fall out of love when it does me wrong. Or I guess my skin does me wrong and decides that whatever foundation I’m currently using is no good. You know what I’m talking about. The cakey, flakey look is not hot on me. So this month I went back to my tried and true Neutrogena Healthy Skin. Love it. It goes on smooth and – so far – never gets that cakey look. My skin is oily, and this foundation seems to be able to control the oil and provide good coverage.

Hunger Games

I am so late to the party on this one. When they first came out, I couldn’t understand all the buzz. The premise – kids thrown into some sort of crazy game by order of the government where they are to eliminate each other – seemed upsetting and weird to me. And while it still feels upsetting and weird to me, the story absolutely sucked me in. I finished this book in about two days, which is super fast for me considering I thought I was borderline illiterate after Kate was born. Like the exiting of the placenta took my brain along with it. Okay, overshare. Anyway, this book is crazy good. And I don’t usually like anything bordering on fantasy. I haven’t read the second or third book yet, but they are on my to read list.

TOMS shoes in red

Yet another fad I’m late to embrace. These are not new shoes. But they are new to me. Back in November I tossed out all my broken down ballet flats and bought some new shoes more suitable for my mama lifestyle. I really wanted a pair of TOMS, but that just wasn’t in the budget. So I asked for them for Christmas from my mom. And she delivered. I wear these TOMS all the time. I love how I can slip them on and go. Considering Kate doesn’t even give me enough time to go to the bathroom, I can’t waste time tying shoe laces. Love these. Worth the investment.

Pilot G2 pen

I discovered my love of these Pilot G2 pens back when I worked at the budget office. Soon I started hiding them, so only I could use them. I learned my lesson the hard way when someone came into my cube, used one of my G2s to write down something and then left with it. I almost died. So I made sure to only put out “guest pens” and keep my good G2s where only I could use them. Now I use them to journal in my scrapbooks and Project Life albums. I only had two of them, so I recently splurged and bought two more, so I can keep two in my purse and two on my scrapbook table. I know, it’s a fancy life I lead.

White Collar

Dan and I are always on the look out for new shows. White Collar is a new-to-us show, and we are totally into it. We love ourselves some crime drama here at Casa Bagley. With the amount of crime/law shows we watch, I am thinking we are on our way to a law degree. Anyway, White Collar is about a former fugitive turned FBI consultant who helps solve all sorts of exciting crimes. Too bad the main guy is unfortunate looking. *Sarcasm*

Cover Girl Shimmering Sands

While I think those girls that rock outrageous colors on their lids are awesome, I know that’s not me. I like to keep my daily eye shadow look more neutral than outrageous, so I tend to live in beige-land. This pallet from Cover Girl is fab for a girl like me. The neutral tones are subtle and natural but not completely transparent. Definitely a go-to pallet.

Twinings Pure Camomile Herbal Tea

I find myself needing a cup of comfort several a couple times a day. Mama needs to unwind from time to time. I love this camomile tea. It’s soothing and doesn’t even need any sugar or honey. I like my double strength. For extra calmness.


January felt like an up and down month. I made moments of great strides and then hit the skids the next moment. At first that frustrated me. This is the first month of a brand new year! I wanted it perfect! The perfect execution of any and everything that came into my mind.

But I think ups and downs are just part of life. C’est la vie, right? I don’t think there’s such a thing as a perfect month. It’s a process.

On the whole, I’d say January shone pretty bright. Here are some highlights:

+I started a Project Life to record and reflect on all there is to celebrate in my life.

+Detoxed our living space with fresh paint, new doors, and a more cheerful and sophisticated bathroom.

+I fought a major Pigeon of Discontent with a new blowdryer capable of hurricane force winds.

+Posted my survival tips for transition from a full time employee to a full time mama, complete with no-guilt me time.

The concept of enjoying the process is on the forefront of my mind right now. I’ve been running since 2006, with major changing sweeping in every year. This year feels like the cool down stretch, which I railed against at first. But now it feels good to take my time, step deliberately, and not crash into the next change before fulling digesting the previous transition.


When I was in 5th grade, I desperately wanted French braided hair. Unfortunately, French braiding wasn’t something in my mom’s hair arsenal. Determined to learn, I spent a summer teaching myself how to French braid. I French braided anything I could get my hands on. My mom’s hair. My sister’s hair. Dolls. Friends. No one and nothing was safe from my dedication to learning the art of the French braid.

It took a great many weeks, but I finally figured it out – and I even got good enough to braid my own hair.

I forgot all about my skill until Kate was sitting in my lap the other day, my fingers gentley combing through her hair. Before I knew it, I was separating her baby hair into strands and plaiting it down her head. After I secured the elastic, Kate reached her hands up to her head and felt the braid, looked at me and said “so pretty.”

At various times in my life, I thought about what it would be like to have a daughter. What would we do together? Would she be like me? Would we paint nails? Would I carefully work her hair into a French braid and teach her how to braid her own hair? It’s these sweet moments in motherhood that I cement in my memory, let wash over me and erase the day’s earlier tantrums and tears.


+What do you think about this idea of a blogging roadmap? I am all about being organized and thoughtful with blogging. But I also like room for ebbing and flowing.

+Love this idea for melted crayon art.

+Check out EmilyNoel83′s series on her top picks for 2011′s best make up products. I love that Emily, and I hardly ever purchase anything outside of her recommendations.

+Sometimes Pinterest freaks me out. But I love this take on how to use Pinterest as a vision board for your novel or other creative project.

+This essay totally spoke to my soul.

+Great tips on how to make friends online.

+I can’t wait to meet Meagan Francis at Blissdom, and I love her article on Babble about redefining and embracing the term homemaker.

+Great post from the lovely and talented Elise on staying inspired.

+Kerri is such a sweetheart, and I love her post this week on all those emotions I know all new mothers can relate to.

What caught your eye this week?


One of my major Pigeons of Discontent is how long it takes me to blowdry my hair. Seriously. I hate blowdrying my hair. It takes forever and I have to stop and start while I chase Kate around, prying the TV remote from her hands, answer her 3,975 demands for water/snack/diaper change.

I’ve gone through numerous drug store blowdryers than last a couple months before they died slow deaths. They’re loud, take over 20 minutes to get my hair dry, fall apart, and frizz out my ends. Tired of hearing me swear up a storm each morning, Dan suggested maybe I need to ask Santa for a new blowdryer for Christmas. Maybe even something high end that would actually dry my hair.

He didn’t need to ask me twice. I got to researching right away and soon learned more about the mechanics of blowdryers than I know about algebra. After reading upteen reviews, I settled on the Elchim 5000 Da Vinci Ionic Hair Dryer.

Holy moly. This blowdryer is crazy wonderful. Three words: HURRICANE FORCE WINDS. Yes, hurricane force winds. This thing generates an unreal about of…blowing power.

Exhibit A: With my old blowdryers, it took between 20 and 30 minutes to get my dripping wet hair dry. With the Elchim Da Vinci (isn’t it’s name awesome?!), it takes between 7 to 10 minutes. Yes. You read that right. A mere 7 to 10 minutes to go from soaking wet, straight out of the shower to 100% dry. It’s a miracle.

Exhibit B: No frizz. All my drug store variety hair dryers burnt my hair to a nice crispness. The Da Vinci leaves my hair feeling silky smooth. Whoa, I am sounding just like a comercial.

I would classify my hair as thick, medium length, with a tendency towards an ugly, poufy wave look when left alone. The Da Vinci solves all my hair gripes, and now I actually look forward to blowdrying my hair. In my opinion, it’s worth every penny (it retails for about $100) given its effectiveness.

You’re probably wondering what you should do with all your extra time not spent blowdrying your hair. Well maybe you’d have time to style your hair with the Caruso steam rollers…more on those later.


When Dan and I decided I would quit my job to stay at home with Kate, I envisioned she would play quietly and entertain herself while I blogged, made dinner, cleaned, organized, talked on the phone.

That is not how it happened.

Instead, I found out babies require a lot of attention. There is no such thing that looks like independent play in Casa Bagley. If I’m not watching Kate at all times, she would be jumping off the end of the couch, naked, with a mixing bowl on her head and a fistful of permanent markers.

Toddlers. I wish I could bottle their energy and mix it into my morning coffee. Think how productive I’d be!

Anyway, it took a good long time for me to accept that this new gig of stay-at-home-mom would not allow for me to accomplish all that I want to do in a given day. That some days I might only be able to make the bed or throw together a dinner but that might be all I accomplish. Also, I didn’t know it at the time, but I got a lot better at accomplishing things as I became a more experienced mom. Stuff that used to wig me out and take 20 minutes or more now take a mere 5 minutes now that I know what I’m doing. Except for leaving the house on time. For some reason, Kate and I can’t seem to get that one under control. Baby steps.

Since I struggled as a new mom trying desperately to find a routine for this stay-at-home-mom thing and to feel good about myself at the end of the day, I put together a couple tips for new moms. These are strategies that worked for me. Feel free to accept, modify, reject. You’re in charge!

+Come up with a schedule that works for you. This will get a lot easier once you’re out of that newborn-eats-sleeps-cries cycle. If that’s your current state, relax, watch all six hours of the Today Show, read The Help, tweet. I did not get out much for the first three months. I knew so much about what was going on in the world that CNN tried to hire me as a news anchor. Okay, that didn’t actually happen. But don’t feel bad if you and your newborn have become one with the couch. Give it a couple months.

Okay, so sometime after three months, I started planning my weeks to include activities and errands that got us out of the house. I’d plan to attend a mom’s group meet up one day, head to the grocery the next, meet up with another mom, walk, take Kate to some free kid’s concert. (Don’t feel silly taking your three month old to these free kid events. It tires them out, taking in all the toddlers running around screaming. Plus, this is a great way to pick up mommy friends. Everyone will want to coo over your new baby, so hello, instant new friends!). Planning a morning out each day really helped me get back on my feet and feel in control of the days. Sure, I missed Matt Laurer, but I found I felt better about myself when I got out and about.

+Reduce expectations. Okay, this pill is still hard for me to swallow. Because I keep telling myself, I’m home, how can I not get these things done? Here’s why. Kate likes to play this fun game where she hangs on my legs while I try to organize the linen closet or pick up toys or vacuum. Lugging around a 28 pound toddler has done wonders for my thighs. But I can’t move that quick or efficiently with her dangling from my legs. Thus, everything takes roughly 100x as long as it would take someone who doesn’t have a toddler wailing from their lower half.

I find so many stay-at-home-moms (and moms in general) try to be this cross between an Inspector Gadget and Super Woman who can use her go-go-gadget extender arms and Super Woman muscles to clean her house while making dinner and folding laundry at the same time. I know because I’ve tried. And all I end up with is a giant mess and a screaming toddler. One thing at a time.

It helps me to make a list of just a few things (Okay, I see you, adding 20 items to your list. I said a few! Like maybe three. And that’s pushing it.) to my To Do list. Make them manageable. Totally do able. Don’t set yourself up. And, most importantly, don’t feel bad because you think you haven’t done enough in one day.

Is your kid (or kids) still breathing? Did you feed your kid today? Give hugs and kisses and pretend to eat plastic food? Then, congrats mom because you did a great job today. I’m serious. It takes effort, ingenuity, bravery, and strength to entertain your kids all day.

+Take a break. When I decided to become a stay-at-home-mom, I took that quite literally. That I was to stay at home with Kate all day, every day, and never be alone or pursue my own interests. That was a bad idea.

It took me a good long time before I refound myself and what I wanted to do. I use nap time to the fullest. I don’t fold laundry or clean sippy cups. I sit down and write blog posts. I read. I call my best friend. I work on a scrapbooking project. I watch The Bachelor. I do whatever I want because these moments of alone time are few and far between. Just because I stay home doesn’t mean I’m some sort of chore-mobile who should be on her feet all day cleaning. Look, when other people go to a job, do they slave away the entire day and never take a minute to go to the bathroom, grab a cup of coffee, share a laugh with a colleague at the water cooler, take a quick walk, read blog posts? When I worked in cubicle land, I sure did. So, stay-at-home-moms need a break, too. You are not lazy if you use nap time to recharge. In fact, I’d argue that recharging is the single most important thing you can do because you’ve got to rest up for Round Two: the long afternoon before dada gets home. Take a break, soldier. You’ve earned it.

+Find an outlet. I found the transition from working 40+ hours a week in a cubicle performing analytical tasks on spreadsheets to solitarily wiping butts and breastfeeding a shock to my system. I knew Excel. I didn’t know much about mothering an infant.

I found I did better as a mother when I had something else going on in addition to The Itsy Bitsy Spider. I needed an outlet where I was Sarah, not Kate’s mom. I worked it out with Dan, so I could get back to my morning group fitness classes. I got more into blogging and connecting online. I explored the idea of part time work on my schedule. I did things that made me feel good about myself, outside of motherhood.

Finding your outlet might be an ongoing process. And that’s okay. Take your time. Try this and that. Explore. And once you find that thing or things that work for you, give you energy, make you feel fulfilled, carve out time for those things, ferociously protect your time for those activities. Do what makes you feel whole.

The biggest thing I remember is that raising my happy, healthy, well-adjusted little girl is an accomplishment in and of itself. So, no, I didn’t solve world hunger or contribute to a presentation or maybe even put on makeup today and for the second day in a row my family ate sandwiches for dinner. But my Kate talks a blue streak, pretends she’s a mama and gives her babies hugs and kisses (oh, and brushes their teeth), says please and thank you. I taught her those things. I tell her she’s enough. I give her what she needs while giving myself what I need. And that’s an accomplishment.


When I talked to friends and acquaintances about blogging, most people ask me the same question: how do you decide what to blog about? What’s off-limits? What won’t I talk about?

The answer to this question is completely personal. Every blogger has her own line she won’t cross, and that line varies from blogger to blogger. As a blogger, I understand why some bloggers won’t share children’s names, a spouse’s name, work information, whereabouts they live. It’s a personal decision that depends on what works best for that person and that family.

How do I decide what to blog about and why? Here are a couple things I keep in mind:

+Would I be okay with this blog post showing up as the lead story on the Today Show or above the fold in the Washington Post? Okay, if Matt Laurer was talking about me in any context, I am sure I would get all sweaty and red-faced. But, in all seriousness, when I proofread my post, if I think that post is something that would embarrass a member of my family, inaccurately portray me, or otherwise do harm, I don’t publish that post. Before I publish, I think, okay, if everyone in the entire world read this post and it was blasted all over the news, would I be okay with that? Very often, I am. The occasional time I feel a twinge of should I really publish this?, I wait.

Which leads me to…

+Never hit publish in anger. Remember what your blog is about. I suppose of your blog is a rant blog, then rant away. And own that decision. This blog is not a rant blog. But that doesn’t mean I don’t ever feel ranty. So in the heat of the moment I might type up a post about something that makes me mad. But when I know I’m fueled by blinding anger, I never hit publish. I save it as a draft and walk away. Let it simmer in my mind. Mull it over. I always rework those posts or delete them entirely.

Here is my reasoning: things I write in anger are not helpful posts. They don’t serve anyone. And they aren’t accurate or really entirely honest. Those posts are not my truth. Those posts are better left for my journal. It’s not that I’m not being forthcoming. But I think there’s a way to be honest without flinging around mean and hateful words that, later on, I might come to regret. Things I think in anger are often just Sarah on Anger. Not the Real Sarah.

+Find a balance. My goal is to be honest. I don’t lead a perfect life. My house isn’t all that clean. Dan and I disagree. I’ve been known to yell. I make plenty of mistakes. Bad stuff happens to my family.

But I don’t blog about all those things. Why? Because some of those things aren’t my stories to tell. Whatever is going on in, say, my sister’s life, isn’t my story. That’s her story and not mine for telling. Whether it’s good or bad or neutral, I am not going to talk about her without her permission. Nor would I talk about my parents or Dan’s parents without their permission. Whatever is going on in their life is their life. And it’s not mine to reveal.

I keep my blog content to my story, my point of view because that’s the only story I know for sure. So in an effort not to misconstrue or use my family as fodder, I don’t blog about them unless they give me permission and there is something to the story that I think would benefit my readers.

+My blog is not my personal dumping ground. Everyone’s blog and blogging purpose is different. For me, this blog is a way for me to share how I live a life that shines. My journey as a young wife and mother. How I navigate the transitions in my life. Sometimes bad stuff happens and sometimes I go through tough times. And I blog about that. I say I’m struggling. But I may or may not get into it. Why? Because this blog is not a place for me to word vomit all the thoughts in my head. I don’t find that type of dumping helpful for my readers – or for me.

+Trial and error. Like most things, the more you do, the more you know. When I first started blogging, I had an idea of boundaries I wanted to set, but it took lots of lots of blogging to truly define what I would blog about and what I wouldn’t blog about. Are there past posts I’ve written that, now, looking back I think, hmmm… I wonder if I should have written about that topic in that way? Of course. I don’t regret them. But I use them as a way to help me refocus and make sure I stay true to myself and this blog.

In the end, only you can define your blogging limits. And those limits may change over time. That’s totally okay. Remember, it’s your blog and you should do what makes you comfortable. After you hit publish, it’s out there. The Internet’s written in pen. While I don’t hide who I am, I think carefully about my posts so they do no harm and offer readers a helpful perspective, new idea, or comfort instead of adding to the negative noise.

Okay, you tell me, how to you decide what to post?


A couple of months ago, my girlfriend and I took a Nikon class. We wanted to get out of automode and start taking advantage of our camera’s whistles and bangs. After my class I tried to take a handful of pictures in one of the different settings outside of auto. Sometimes they turned out beautiful, and I vowed never to go back to auto. Other times they turned out yellow, completely black, or cast some sort of weird blue light making Kate look like an alien from another planet. Planet Cookie Monster, perhaps.

Anyway, this week I decided to work my way into the manual setting. Per usual, I went through a series of pictures ranging from black to yellow to blue before troubleshooting enough to find myself with these sweet pictures of Kate feeding goldfish to Belle and “reading” Llama Llama Red Pajama. It’s all about trial and error.

Feeling inspired, I also shot this quick video of Kate naming Sesame Street characters and bossing around the dog, which is a pretty accurate representation of what she and I do all day. Now that Kate chatters all day long and strings together multiple words, I find myself wanting to capture her in this moment more and more. I love that sweet little voice. She sounds like one of the munchins from The Wizard of Oz. Often I find myself asking her to repeat words just so I can giggle at how she pronounces things like banana, cookie, socks, Elmo’s World, and my new favorite phrase - I don’t know where it is! Hey, it’s a long 12 hour day with one’s toddler. Gotta get my laughs in where I can.


Are you tired of my home make over and Project Life…projects? Good news! I’m done talking about it. For now.

If you’re so over my home improvement projects, here are some more entertaining things I’ve read and seen this week:

+I love Mindy Long’s post about being a write-at-home-mom. I think she has the right idea, and this is something I’ve been exploring.

+A new-to-me blog I’ve been enjoying lately.

+Nice post from Rachel on being the woman she wants to be.

+I’ve been enjoying this recipe from Dani Hampton from Sometimes Sweet for baked blueberry pie oatmeal. It is oh, so delicious! I love this baked method because I don’t have to stand over the stove and be careful not to burn milk into the bottom of the pan. If you think you don’t like oatmeal, try this and let me know if it changes your mind.

+As if I needed another source for my drugstore makeup addiction, I found Nouveau Cheap, and I am crazy for her reviews and drug store deals posts. So happy to find a kindred spirit who loves drugstore makeup as much (or even more!) than I do.

+I’ve been reading Natalie’s blog, The Bobby Pin, for years. She recently decided to make a change and close the book on The Bobby Pin and begin the next phase of her life with her new blog, Make Today Great. It’s a fun read, definitely check it out.

+Another blog I’ve been enjoying lately is Sarah Peck’s blog, It Starts With. Plus, she has an awesome name. I particularly love her post about how working a 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. is just not her thing. I can totally relate.

+I feel out of love with breadmaking after the sourdough fiasco. But, I’m thinking it’s time to put my past breadmaking failures behind me and try again. I received two new breadbaking books for Christmas (this one and this one), and my gal pal sent me a link to this multigrain bread recipe that seems doable. I’m blaming all my previous bread troubles on bad yeast and try, trying, again.

You tell me – what did you see around the Internet this week? Are you planning a home improvement project? Are you into bread baking? Discover any new-to-you blogs?


While we were at it with all the painting and door installation, we might as well paint the hall bathroom, right?

Why of course!

The major issue with this bathroom is the lack of fan. Turns out, fans are super important because they pull the moisture from hot showers out of the air. If you lack a bathroom fan, like us here at Casa Bagley, you get this lovely coating of mold on your ceiling.

Gross.

Before:

So we thought, while the house is a mess with our painting project and new doors project, we might as well paint the bathroom and do something about the ceiling. Before we painted, I spent some time getting up close and personal with the mold. We figured the paint wouldn’t stick unless we chiseled off the flaking parts of the ceiling and the most egregious mold patchs. Mold patches. I am pretty sure I never thought I’d use the phrase mold patches.

Moving on.

After scraping off as much of the flakey ceiling as possible, I slathered that ceiling with Behr’s heavy duty ceiling paint. The transformation is nothing less than breathtaking, if I do say so myself. Begone, mold patches!

After:

For the bathroom, we went with Behr’s Sage Grey (in the same pallet as the accent wall in the family room in Painted Turtle). I am head over heels for this color. It looks bluer on sunnier days greyer on cloudy days but always soft and sophisticated. Since we repainted, we might as well get some new bathroom accessories, right? I picked up these neutral bathmats and the tan and blue striped handtowel from Target.

The other annoying thing about this bathroom – besides the mold patches – was the towel bar. The towel rod used to live behind the bathroom door, meaning you could never open the door all the way because the rod would smack into the wall. This situation made me want to rip that towel rod off the door and javelin throw it out the door. But I decided a better solution might be to move the towel rod. But to where? This bathroom is tiny and doesn’t give us many options for wall hanging towel rods. So I put on my thinking cap and cruised around Amazon. Oh, Amazon, you have everything! Behold, the answer to my problem: a duel shower rod and towel rod. Praise be.

And now you’ve seen it all. After we finished these projects, Dan and I swore off home improvement. That lasted about 48 hours. And now we’re busy plotting out next home improvement masterpiece. Maybe crown moulding? Or installing a fan in the bathroom? Painting our bedroom? Stay tuned!