Sea Salt Sprays and the Andromeda Hoodie

Happy Memorial Day! I live in the states so it’s tradition to spend the weekend outdoors poolside and grilling if you can. Which is exactly what Anita and I did. 

I’ve been having some trouble with my anxiety as of late. It’s been harder to control it naturally, my essential oils and calming teas just weren’t cutting it anymore. I talked to my doctor about it but she suggested a new medication that I had been trying to avoid. So my soon to be roommate invited me to spend Memorial Day weekend with her and her family for a much needed weekend getaway. 

I was a little eerie about traveling especially after starting two new medications but I was equipped with my huzi designs infinity pillow, tummy friendly snacks and a brand new playlist courtesy of Spotify. We packed up after my sisters graduation and set out to Anita’s parents house where I was welcomed with open arms. 

I napped in the hammock, played video and board games with her brothers, lounged in the hot tub and slept on this ah-mazing tempurpedic mattress topper that was so soft yet firm. It was pure bliss. 

I spent the whole weekend in my expensive Italian bikini which unfortunately isnt pictured below for obvious reasons but I have been waiting for an opportunity to feature my favourite new hoodie. The sky was pretty cloudy so when we weren’t in the pool or the hot tub I sported my Andromeda Iniative zip up hoodie because I’m a huge nerd. 

Also, since both their pool and hot tub is a salt water system, my hair was in heaven as well. I didn’t have to worry about my new blonde locks turning green from chlorine. I simply sprayed my favourite sea salt spray in and worked some surfers paste through the ends for some perfect carefree beach waves. 

I really love this hoodie because it’s big and roomy but not so big as to where it’s in comfortable and frumpy. Unfortunately ThinkGeek doesn’t make hoodies any smaller than a medium (so I was told at Comic Con) but I’ve always liked my hoodies to be big on me. This one tends to slide down my shoulder so I look like an Ariana Grande wanna be but who cares. Anita’s family has two dogs and a cat so currently it’s covered in pet hair but I feel it adds a certain air of reality to the picture, no? 

As for the Not Your Mothers line, when I was in Phoenix and L.A. I tried everything from Bumble and Bumble to Organix and I just couldn’t find a brand I liked. A friend of mine swears by this line so I tried it and I am never going back. I liked the other brands but I found I constantly had to keep adding salt spray to my hair to keep it wavy then my hair would have a light film of product on it. 

The Not Your Mothers line has a ton of great products that are affordable and of great quality. I’ve since recommended it to my friends and they all love it as well. I have natural surfer waves thanks to my dad and I feel that these products bring out the natural waves beautifully. 

I had a wonderful weekend with Anita’s family and I hope all of you enjoyed your holidays as well. ❤️ 

With love, 




Things Are Happening…Finally! 

Hey everyone! I wanted to wait to post about the amazing things that are happening until AFTER they happened. 

I have been running into quite the road block lately when it comes to my writing. I’ve been looking into making writing a career. Something I can do from home because sometimes(okay most of the time) it’s insanely hard for me to leave my apartment. Whether it’s due to fatigue or pain, I’m getting to where I just… can’t. And as much as I’d like to have a career as a video game tester, I’m putting my faith into something I know for sure I can be successful at. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll live my days out in my dream nerd cave testing video games for cryptic, BIOWARE, and Nintendo. Until then, I think I’ll stick to writing. 

I seriously lack a portfolio. I keep getting asked to link to articles I’ve written… but I haven’t written any of note except for the things I did in college on assignment. I was seriously depressed because I do not wanna be forced back into customer service–it’s just to painful. Then my grandma gave me an inspired idea. She reminded me that we have family friends that work for local newspapers. 

I reached out to one and she told me that she would be more than happy to help me build a portfolio! I am so blessed and thankful. Currently I am working on a feature piece about a company dedicated to improving the lives of local students. I officially have my first deadline. 

The past few months have been trying to say the least. I’m struggling to figure out what I need to be doing with my life. I have so many hobbies I’d love to make my career but I’m also very logical and know that I will have to make sacrifices and compromises. I refuse to be unhappy in whatever I do. I’ve been unhappy for far too long and now that I’ve made decisions, I’m the better for it.  

I’d love to be employed by a company that caters to those with chronic illnesses. Maybe one day I’ll write for a chronic illness magazine or online blog. I have a law background but being a lawyer is stressful and I’m full up on stress for now. I’m so grateful to have found the spoonie commmunity, if it wasn’t for them in not sure where I’d be. Whatever comes, I am determined to make my passion my career. 

Have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend my WildeKats here in the states. And as for my UK followers–you all keep on keeping on. Have lots of tea for me ❤️ 



Spoonie Hacks: Breast Lift Tape

Hello WildeKats!

This week has been a tad crazy. I was out of town apartment hunting for Anita and I’s big move. I did some fun things with some friends, but didn’t find the time to snap a picture of my outfits. Since I’ve been back, I haven’t left my couch and we’ve been having a pajama party at Kat’s apartment. But there is a specific beauty product I’ve been dying to talk about.

Breast Lift Tape.

You heard right. Tape that lifts the boobs.

I love this product so much because as someone who struggles with Fibromyalgia, I have days where even a t-shirt hurts. But because I am female and cursed with a large chest–I have to wear a bra, right? WRONG. It took me a while but I finally gave up on the bra franchise. I’m not completely bra free, but I have found ways around the big boob-nip issue.

The brand Hollywood Fashion Secrets offers a series of products from bra extenders, double sided fashion tape, to nipple covers. They have pasties, reusable silicone covers and best of all breast lift tape. I came across the brand while in Vegas. My aunt had bought me a killer dress for a concert but it was backless. Not to mention that after the previous day of shopping, walking the strip and a four hour high stakes poker game I was beyond exhausted and in pain everywhere. My aunt has Hashimotos so she understood some what. She encouraged me to just ditch the bra and be free as a bird. But as self conscious as I was back then I just couldn’t do it. The dress was a halter dress so I went to the store to buy gaffers tape and just tape my boobs like a Kardashian. I thank God everyday for the employee who stopped me and steered me towards the beauty section that day because taping your boobs sucks. I had done it several times before for galas, proms, dances and formal conferences. Add allodynia to the mix and peeling the tape off afterwards is torture.

Now, having discovered this fashion secret, if I’m wearing an outfit that requires a bra but I’m not in the mood(or the physical condition) to wear one, breast lift tape is there to save the day. CAUTION: this tape is VERY sticky. It took me a few uses to get the hang of it but it’s worth the money you pay for them. I buy them in bulk from Amazon because a package at your local drugstore is $10 for 4 pairs. You can buy them at $7 a package with free shipping on orders over $25.

If you play your cards right one pair may even last you two or three days. Most days I can’t stand in the shower, so I bathe. The tape isn’t exactly water proof but as long as your not soaking in the bath they will stick. I wore a pair for almost a week once. I was incredibly sick, but still had class and honestly I was so used to just going braless I forgot I had them on. I don’t recommend wearing them for that long because taking them off can be awful.

Here’s a link to the tape on amazon and here’s a link to a video showing you how to use them.

I’m a 34D, so unless I become rich and get a reduction I will never be able to join the totally braless band wagon–but there are ways around every problem. This is the perfect–and safest–way to get a comfortable lifted look without the discomfort of a bra. I know girls who bind or tape their boobs every day. That is incredibly unhealthy and painful.

I hope you all have a fabulous week!



The Surprise Ghost Hunt

It’s no secret that I’m a huge nerd. That means I was a straight A kid in High school, I have a profound love of reading everything and I actually wear the coveted big frame glasses because I need to see. Being a nerd entails just more than book smarts and button ups, I really like to learn–history especially. So when someone offers me a free ghost tour filled with rich history and terrifying local stories I couldn’t resist.

Anita and I were told that there would be multiple locations on this over night tour. Staying up all night isn’t ideal for two spoonies but we like to life life on the edge. We met on the square, and while we were waiting for the bus, we took a side trip into a fancy restaurant to use the bathroom before this over night tour. The very nice–and very cute–valet boys gave us stellar directions to the loo in the very beautiful marble embellished interior.

When the van arrived, we climbed in with six other strangers some of whom were cocoa for cocoa puffs, and set off to a home built in the 1800’s. The home had been used as a girls school, a boys school, a women seminary, a hospital during the civil war, and currently a working injury law office. As we exited the van Anita and I were given flashlights, a temperature gun, an EMF meter and a brief tour of the house that did not involve any history or encounter stories.

Thoroughly confused but fascinated with the beautiful house and its pre civil war crown molding, we went along with it. It was all fun and games until the tour guide turned the lights out and 16 year old Dan began asking the ‘boogers’ to leave him alone during an EVP session. Yeah, this stuff was for real and when the lights go out my anxiety kicks in because my vision is impaired and if something is going to attack me, I’d very much like to see it coming.

We did however go to a second location, a warehouse that served as a bar where a manikin supposedly moved during a tour earlier that night. Upon entering the warehouse, there was an archway that immediately made me feel uneasy. Don’t know why, don’t care. I took a lot of pictures, didn’t catch anything interesting but I’ll post them anyways. I could go on for hours about that night–but just know lots of creepy things happened that I cannot explain and nor do I want to try. Let’s just call it an experience and leave it at that. Anita spouted tons of scientific facts on the way home about your brain being deprived of stimulation and yadi-yadi-yada. But like I know what I heard and I know what I saw.

There’s certain equipment I’m not sure are entirely accurate but that rush of adrenaline when the hair on the back of your neck stand up is both exhilarating and terrifying.


As I said, not much to see, and I wish I had taken more pictures before the lights went out. Maybe I’ll get to go back one day–and I’ll be prepared this time. Ha! I definitely had fun, but I don’t think I’ll be doing any ghost hunting in the near future.



Jeggings, Army Green, and Evian Water Spritz

Hello WildeKats. Sorry this post is coming a bit latter in the day than usual, I sort of slept in…big time. But I needed it. See, Anita and I went on a ghost tour that turned into a ghost hunt. That wasn’t the plan–we were told that we would be going to different houses and buildings and getting a tour. I love history and Anita loves stories so we jumped at the opportunity. It was an over night tour, but we still weren’t prepared to be given hunting equipment and dropped off at a ‘haunted’ house with random strangers. We made some good friends, but let me tell you I was scared out of my mind!

I have another post going up on my blog tomorrow. I have some pictures of the places we went to and lots of stories to tell.

But for this post I’ll share my Ghost Hunting outfit and my Mother’s day outfit–since they were both in the same weekend and I didn’t sleep the whole weekend. Not a good idea for a spoonie, but I made sure to drink plenty of water.


The first outfit is what I wore on the ghost hunt that wasn’t supposed to be a hunt. It was cooler that night and I’m always cold so I chose a loose light tan shirt, jeggigns(did I spell this right?) and brown boots with an olive army jacket. Anything revolving around anything scary–I don’t want any exposed skin. I braided my natural hair back out of my face and set off on my surprise adventure.

The second picture is what I wore out with my family on mother’s day. Yes, I wore the same jeggings because when you get home at five A.M. and have to be at church at 10–you take a nap in your clothes, throw on a different shirt and go with it. My white van’s are my new favorite, and look at how dirty they got from walking around in those flowers. I was none to happy. As you can tell I really like neutral colors. My entire closet it mainly black, white, grey, tan, and olive. I don’t wear bright anything–occasionally I’ll wear a multi-color tank or a maroon shirt but I like black and white; simple, chic, goes with everything.

The green tank I got from a boutique in my home town years ago, it’s chiffon so it’s light and weather appropriate. And because I can’t be exposed to the sun, thanks to certain Rheum meds, I chose a cream cardigan I’m pretty sure I got from Khols two Christmases ago. Same makeup, previously braided hair went in a low pony tail, I spritzed some Evian Mineral water spray over my make up, downed a cup of coffee and went on about my day. Here’s a link to the Evian Mineral Spray–it’s one of my spring/summer must haves.

I don’t normally wear makeup two days in a row as it’s very bad for your skin. The Evian spray hydrated my foundation enough so that I wouldn’t have the dreaded cake face while I was out with family. Such makeup hacks are usually reserved for sleepless weekends in Vegas and overnight flights. The Evian Mist is great for pool days, beach days or summer in general. I discovered it during my summer stay in Phoenix. It’s a bit pricey but you can find it online for cheap. I recommend splurging on the 10 oz because the smaller bottles only have 1-2 ounces and you pay at least five bucks for each. I got a 10 oz from for around 15 with shipping and handling but there are cheaper options. I have a good relationship with so that’s my go to if Sephora or Ulta are too pricey.

Have a good week WileKat’s!


The Secret Life of an Independent Spoonie 

Hey WildeKats

I have a confession. 

I know when I write I usually paint this pretty picture where I’m full of motivation, strong and I’m busy kicking serious chronic illness tushy in killer-but comfy-outfits. And as much as I hate to break the euphoric bubble–I’m not actually like that most of the time. 

I use this blog to boost my own mood and to motivate myself. John Steinbeck once wrote a series of writing tips, one of which said to forget your generalised audience. He said that writing to all the faceless people who you hope to read your work is terrifying. Instead you should pick one person and write to them. 

Well. I write to myself. You are your worst critique and potentially you’re own greatest fan. 

In reality my life kind of sucks. Restless nights because of insomnia, pain riddled days, I’m pretty sure my prefrontal cortex forgot how to convert short term memory to long term memory and I’m nauseous all the time. This puts a big strainer on my social life. When I do venture out into the great beyond I usually end up spending two days in bed recovering. The many people who know me personally, they never see this person. The me that’s constantly beat down, sleeps in the bathroom and sips Gatorade just to stay somewhat healthy. 

I don’t have the luxury of a esteemed loved one who takes care of me. I pretty much do everything on my own. Yea, I have my dad and he’s great. But aside from reminding me to take my meds and keeping me company he pretty much keeps to himself. I have friends, many of whom have their own lives and illnesses. I don’t mind taking care of myself, I’m painfully independent. Besides I already have a husband, two boyfriends and a Turian lover courtesy of BIOWARE. 

I often find myself typing depressing posts and ultimately delete them because I’ve convinced myself that no one cares. But I care. I go back and read past posts about those days where I kicked RA and Fibro in the ass. I go back and remember how good I felt or how brave I was. 

I constantly have to talk myself into getting out of bed, remind myself to breathe and that I am not alone. I have all of you, and the countless other spoonies out there. Though I often tell them I’m fine. Not sure who I’m trying to convince with that, me or them… but sometimes it’s true. 

Sure I think it would be nice to have someone willing to sit with me on the bathroom floor all night, but until I find such a person I shall have to do it myself. I’ll have a cat soon, maybe he/she can be my knight in furry armour. 

Stay strong WildeKats and never stop fighting.



Chronically InSyle: We All Have Flaws

Hello my beautiful WildeKats and welcome to the first official post of Chronically InStyle!!

Style is something I believe, even when we feel our worst, is something we should never have to sacrifice. I don’t claim to be a fashion guru but I was taught at a very young age that you should always look your best because you never know who you’re going to run into.

As spoonies we often hate our bodies for hating themselves. Medications cause us to bloat or gain weight, some of us have ports, scars or even wear braces. This doesn’t mean we shouldn’t feel confident about our bodies; there is no such thing as perfect and even if they were–perfect is kind of boring in my oh-so-humble opinion. We have character, stories, wisdom and a whole lot of love. Why shouldn’t we take some of that love and love ourselves?

Earlier this week I was feeling bluer than normal. My makeup wasn’t as good as it could have been; my eyeliner was crooked, my contour wasn’t as defined, and I’m pretty sure I used two different colors on my eye lids by mistake. But none the less, I packed up and went to my grandma’s. We had lunch at our favorite spot and when she asked me to pose for a picture I pleasantly declined. But she is a grandma and therefore doesn’t take no for an answer.


At first I hated it. I mean, besides the obvious flaws I wasn’t even ready for the picture. My tank is rolled up, my hair is flat, the wind was blowing in my face, my flannel looks weird, and I’m not even looking at anything. I’m not wearing anything fancy, hell I’m not even sure I matched quite right. But I was comfortable. When I look at this picture I see my pain, my anxiety, and the fact I was leaning against the wall to keep my balance. But my grandma saw me. I urged her to take another but she only smiled and said she just needed this one. I still don’t see what she did, but I do know that we are our worst critiques. My grandma loved it and that was that.

So who cares that is probably the most awkward picture ever? The lighting is pretty boss though. We all have flaws, we all have things about us we don’t like. This picture highlights pretty much everything that I hate about myself, but I’m probably the only one who can see it.

So stop beating yourself up about the silly things. Half the time we’re worrying about nothing anyways. Just be confident, happy–and most of all comfortable.

I’ll catch you next week, my loves. I’m gonna talk about breast lift tape. Yes it’s a thing and it’s amazing.



(American Eagle high wasted destroyed skinny jeans: $44. Olive tank: $2 from Walmart. Aero Black Caged Sports bra: $8. Flannel: $4 from goodwill. White Vans: $45)