Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts

Monday, August 11, 2014


“At home in Paris I take a milk bath two times a week...” ~ Anna Held.

Spoiling yourself and caring for your body is a necessity. It affects your spirit & energy in life. It's funny but this doll owes most of her rigid Beauty regimen to her body art. It takes a great effort to maintain the masterpiece of mind, body and spirit. But it does come with the territory of feeling & looking your best. One my favorite ways is a lotion bath otherwise known as a milk bath. Right now I get to miss out on those for a minute to do some proper healing. Do you take care of your vessel? What things do you do to maintain your youthfulness? 

Here's a 400 about meditating in the tub... 

PS: try a milk bath sometime dolls!  You won't regret it!

Kisses, m.


Slinking into the white porcelain basin beneath the velvet blanket of wetness my skin slides until the top of my breasts are visible. From outer reaches beyond the white-wash of the bathroom door there’s the loud sounds of a television. It’s irrelevant what the sounds are in reference to as I count.

In. Out. One by one they escape my nose and mouth like bastard children sprang from passionate moments. One preceding one after another. Each sounds like an inverted rush of wind. Pushing in. Rushing out. There’s no battle but the force can be felt within.

The top of my feet are exposed enough for my toenails to be seen. My eyes pick apart visible red upon pink cracked paint hiding bare simplicity as I reach 35. I think I counted 25 the minute before last after the soapy wetness begins to evaporate into anything but still water.

Up. Down. My chest lifts. Rises to the rhythm of air. A moment longer and I’m counting to 40. Chest tightens quickly. And I’m thinking that somewhere I read that this is not normal before I sink further into the tub to listen.

Head remains partially submerged to the ears.

The distant vibration of the television’s din remains until all sound becomes quiet.

The same warmth of wetness surrounds my bare skin. My eyes look around in the same wonder and feel instead of listen. The cool air upon the red and pink brilliance awakens my skin into electricity. The gooseflesh runs up both legs wrapped inside the velvet blanket.

Beneath the blanket there’s no more numbers. No thoughts of measure. Nameless without their count. Air held tightly in cavities inside. My mind pregnant with thought. Thinking that there are dozens of them waiting to become once again. Released.

Trapped within. A feeling that seems ancestral grows. Without rise or fall it becomes.

In the vacuum of nothing. The feeling slowly becomes noise that is recognized. Familiar like an old memory. The sound of my heart fills the silence. Pounding. A moving rhythm in my ears. The beating of life continues without the movement of breathing. Listening to every beat without count. Needless to be counted. Known to themselves without identity.  Slowly the feeling in my chest lessens as the pulsation of blood begins to slow.

Deep within the white basin lies a feeling more than sound becomes audible without measure.

Saturday, July 12, 2014


The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

~ Audrey Hepburn

“I've never met a person I couldn't call a beauty.”

~ Andy Warhol

Wednesday, June 4, 2014


Life is about enjoying yourself. Indulging yourself. Being kind to your body. Whether you get inked or not! While she doesn't smoke...  this doll loves a massage, a pedicure, a mask & clay facial at a spa to soothe her tired skin... Mostly for comfort since masks are preventative for bad skin and not reparative for bad skin. 

While she knows her favorite Ken is all 100% man, she wonders if he wouldn't enjoy a little TLC for his skin and body once in a while?

Here's a story about a couple enjoying the give and take of a moment.

Do you Dolls & Kens take care yourselves to look & feel good? 

Hope so!

Kisses, m.

Give into it


“Give into it” I tell him.

He still hesitates but says nothing.

He wants to move in but gives nothing more.

There’s nothing but space between us.

“Feel  it?  You know you want to.” I continue to press.

Instead of answering he tells me “You know you want to move in,” and leans in slightly.

 “Oh but I’m already moving in. Getting close.”

“Then come closer. Ah, but don’t lose your footing.” He tells me.

The same thing again.

And again.

We sidestep, around and around.

Mimicking each other we move.

Instead of standing side by side we keep spinning face to face.

 I tell him to stay still and he tells me, “you first” before stepping back.

 I know what I want so I’m willing to go first.

It’s when he does nothing that I begin to wonder.

It’s after I start to wonder if this will ever be enough when he moves back in.

His hands taking the lead and pulling me out of my safety net again.

“Closer. You can do this.” He says. With those words the tone of his voice tells me all I need to know.

“I know I can. But can you?” I tell him. I’m closer than before when his body reacts.

He says “Closer” to me until I’m near enough to touch his face.

 I’m still with resolve while the air he breathes hits my face.

Resolved to find the calm, I stay still and hold my ground.

“Let me,” he says and takes my hand.

I let him make the move without stepping back.

With an instinct, I lose myself to the moment and touch his face.

My touch precedes his kiss that sends him back a step.

“Give into it” I tell him and pull him closer once again.