Well, well, well…it’s almost February, and yet this is my first weekend rambling of 2019. I keep starting these weekend posts without finishing any of them…which I’ll chalk up to a rather tumultuous month. My kids’ ski team is in full swing, and we’re trying to attend one weeknight practice each week, in addition to the full weekend practices. This requires complete and total adherence to a schedule, a crock-pot-based meal plan, packing checklists, and The Doing of The Laundry on a Regular Basis. Basically it requires that I become a completely different person (aka Linzi). It requires me to be like Linzi!! (She would reframe it as Just Being An Adult but I am not enough of a Linzi to concede that point).
As of January 1st, I’ve also stopped taking Tamoxifen. If you aren’t in the breast cancer circles, let me just tell you: this is a BIG DEAL. It means that I’ve taken this estrogen-blocking drug for five long years and….I’m done. Cancer over, NBD, go Live The Life. That’s the idea, anyway. The reality has left me feeling….untethered. Breast cancer, in one way or another, has been a defining force in my life for the last 5-6 years and while that doesn’t seem like many years….I can barely remember what life was like before my diagnosis. I remember I was always nursing. I had a two year old and a five year old. Who was that girl??
I’ve been meaning to thank you guys (at least you Instagram folks) for your kind words a few weeks ago. In memoriam of the original set of hair I had lost, I threw a bunch of photos up on Instagram (@shanachristine) of bald breast cancer me, short hair me, and now. Crazy, crazy, crazy. I’m starting to eye shorter haircuts again, but for now, long hair feels like a victory.
As I type this, Mike and I and the kids are currently in Utah. We’re doing a little skiing at Snowbird (well, Pax is boarding, which is why Snowbird). It was a last minute trip, planned for the sole purpose of distraction. My birthday next Tuesday marks the one year anniversary of my Dad’s passing and…it just sucks. This whole month has felt like some slow, awful march to that day one year ago and I just can’t.
That’s not quite true: I can. We all can, and we do, but for this weekend at least….I just don’t wanna.
So in the spirit of distraction….
Still French, though. I found a winter beanie that’s a dead-ringer for my Apres Ski hat. The main difference? Instead of “Apres Ski” the writing says “Bonjour”.
Won’t squish the pooch. I’ve gotten a bunch of DMs about the bikini I put up on my IG stories. The top is Marysia, but the high-rise bottoms are by Mara Hoffman. I love the fabric, and the fact that they don’t squeeze. (More sizes and colors available on Amazon….)
I don’t normally do color…but this red tee was too pretty to pass up. The Free People model makes it look, um, dramatic, but it’s really just a cool long-sleeve tee IRL.
Speaking of fancy tshirts….this blouson-sleeve one is so freaking cute (and under $50).
Bootcut, baby. I just ordered this pair of AG bootcut jeans. True to form, they’re super soft and the wash is perfection. Rumor has it that bootcuts are on their way back and I AM ALL ABOUT IT. I just also ordered this pair as a point of comparison (the rise is higher than the AGs).
Skin. My main concern is skin. I just ordered a personalized box of vitamins from Care/Of – has anyone else tried it? My box contained something that’s supposed to make your skin look amazing, a really good probiotic, B vitamins, magnesium, and calcium. I’ll let you guys know what I think of the whole thing in a month or two.
This totally blew my mind. This article, “Is Sunscreen the New Margarine” a group of researchers are turning long-standing beliefs about sunscreen and Vitamin D on their heads. They’ve hypothesized that our Vitamin D levels aren’t the important thing….they’re merely a marker of how much sun exposure we’ve had – which is the key to lowering blood pressure, and maybe even reducing cancer deaths. “Melanoma? True, the sun worshippers had a higher incidence of it—but they were eight times less likely to die from it.” The whole thing is a fascinating read.
The Best a Man Can Get? If you haven’t yet seen Gillette’s new ad addressing toxic masculinity, go watch it. I watched it with my two little guys, and couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. The ad is like a breath of fresh air. And if you’ve actually watched it, it’s hard to even begin to understand the pushback against the ad. It’s anti-bullying, anti-harassment, and gives me hope for our future.
Enjoy your weekend….