Mama tried to warn me.

My mom's a pretty glamorous woman. You'll NEVER catch her in public without makeup and if she goes out in public wearing less than her best, well- you're not going to see her because she's not going to get out of the car. She's not beauty or age obsessed- she's just in the habit of looking good.

When I was about 21, I moved back in with my parents and that's when I started to feel the heat about my appearance. My mom didn't care about what I wore- I've always dressed offbeat and she knows that's just me... but makeup... oh boy.

Have you ever been yelled at by your mom for not wearing lipstick?

Have you ever gotten into an argument with your mother because you didn't want to fill in your eyebrows?!

This was a daily part of life for me. Can you imagine rumbling with your mother everyday because you weren't wearing enough makeup??

Well, today at aged 27, I now see why my mom was riding my back all the time.
I was just messing around taking photos before going to Target to pick up a few baby items....

Then I put on some make up and took a couple more shots- just passing the time waiting around for my husband...

Big friggin' difference. I've NEVER noticed this before.

Now- to further explain, I am a makeup wearer- but I'm not going to get all gussied up just to go run to the Dollar General to pick up some milk. It's just not worth it to me... (especially not these days at nine months pregnant).  But if I'm going to make the effort to get dressed, then I'm going to get dressed, you know what I mean? It never takes me more than ten minutes to put on a full face of makeup but sometimes I just don't feel like it.

I'm not really sure how I feel about this new discovery- the difference between me in no makeup vs me all dolled up. For a minute there my confidence was a little shaken and I was a tad bit embarrassed (even remorseful) about all the times I've gone out in public makeup-free... I even showed the before and after photos to my husband with tears in my eyes trying not to cry over how awful I felt I looked in the "before" photo.

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I know I'm not monstrously hideous without makeup but I do acknowledge that I look better with it...

I've decided that I'm not going to lose sleep over this issue...

(**wails**) NOW TELL ME I'M PRETTY!!

Hee hee, just kidding.

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So how do YOU feel about makeup? 

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P.S.

I'm due today. Don't get too excited though- I'm not showing any signs of going into labor any time soon. I think it'll probably be another week.

  Another loooooong boring week.

Until then... let's get weird.

so, um- I'm having a baby... tomorrow?

 So here it is. The time is nigh. Or is it?

My due date is Jan 15th (tomorrow) and this is my first kid. I hear tale that the first babies are never on time. But here's something a lot of women don't realize: there's really no such thing as a "due date".  The due date is just a estimation of when the baby should be arriving. Could be before... could be after...

I hate that so much. Now I feel more restless and impatient than ever realizing this.

So I've been passing the time sleeping, cleaning, watching documentaries on Netflix with my husband, blog hopping and pretty much anything I can that doesn't require moving around a lot or leaving the house.

These days super suck because I'm still bored and I've been aching to get dressed up and go out and strut my big fat belly around town. 

OK, there's so many things wrong with what I just said:

#1: I can't get "dressed up". I've nothing to wear anymore. I'm just too big.

#2: I can't strut. Heck, I can barely walk.

#3 The only thing to do in town is to go to a bar or go out to eat. We're broke... and we don't do the bar thing.... especially not now.

I'm pretty thrilled about all the clothes I'll be able to wear again once I have this baby. Well, I know it won't be super soon- I've gained 40 pounds for crying out loud....

Playing a wee bit of dress up makes me a feel a little better- even if I'm not going anywhere.

Dickies Sunglasses: Citi Trends

Cardigan: Thrifted

Shirt: Hand-me-down

Scarf: Just a Dollar

0ga flesh tunnels - Ebay

NYC Lipstick in Retro Red: K-Mart on sale for .50

I had a crazy dream the other morning. I dreamed that I had the baby in a hospital in a shallow bathtub- it was a boy. The birth was totally painless and the baby was taken away to be cleaned and examined for three days. I didn't even get to see his face before they took him.  Everything was very calm in this dream. No one was worried or panicked about anything- not even me. When I finally got my baby back I found that he was healthy, very beautiful and looked just like me... and weighed about 30 pounds.

30 pounds!!?!?!? Man, I hope that's not a sign.

just one push present... please?

Eating: Whoppers from Burger King (yes, plural)
Drinking: Watered down apple juice
Listening to: Nick Drake
Feeling: better
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A few years ago I was watching some stupid current events news show and they were talking about "push presents". A push present is gift a husband buys for his wife after she gives birth. On this particular show they were reporting on celebrity push presents (this was when all the chicks in Hollywood got knocked up at the same time and babies were the most hep accessory to have).

So anyways, among these push presents being reported were things like crazy expensive diamond jewelry, cars, vacations, houses... Cool right? Whatever. Pphhhhffffff, maybe I'm just a little jealous.

But you know- I don't know of any woman who has ever received a push present. Probably because #1 Who's got that kind of money? and #2 The baby is the push present.

But in my selfish little fantasy world (tucked deep within my mind) I know what I would ask for if I were getting a "push present".

This $%&* bag right here.

Wouldn't you?
I found this image on Pinterest and I have no idea where I could find or one like it. I bet it's super expensive though.... but ain't I worth it?
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I've been working on my labor and birth play list today. I think music will be a really good distraction for me. When I listen to music, I go into a trance- that's why I can't really listen to it while I'm trying to do something important. When I listen to music I mostly imagine what the music video would look like if I were directing it or I choreograph a dance routine to it in my head. Sometimes, if I'm not satisfied with how things played out in my mind, I'll start the song over so I can give it another go. I've zoned out for miles doing this while driving. Totally not a good feeling to pull up in your driveway and you don't even remember how on earth you got there.
So anyways, here's a wee bit of who's on my list:
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Devendra Banhart

Young the Giant

Iron & Wine

Radiohead

Rufus Wainwright

Did you make a playlist specifically for labor and birth?
What was on it?

let me fall out the window with confetti in my hair...

I'm in a Tom Waits mood.

Sitting here waiting for this baby to come has got me feeling a little down. I can't get around much, I can't go anywhere, I'm achy, blah, blah, blah.

Tom Waits' music has a strange way of lifting me up without making me brim over though. 

The tone of every song I have of his says to me, "Cheer up kid. I've been through worse."

Listening to Tom Waits right now is reminding me of a crazy story:
A couple of years ago my nine month old great dane named Tesla Coil went bonkers and ate everything black that was in sight while we were away at church.

She ate my husband's black wool pea coat, a pair of black leather dress shoes, a brand new pair of black sneakers, a black leather belt and my favorite crushable Tom Waits-ish black felt fedora....
That was the first time she had ever been left alone for more than just a few minutes-
Separation anxiety can make a dog do some terrible things...

Fashion snacks for a lonely dog.

I am.... Frida Kahlo?

I've seen it done twice now. Bloggers as Frida Kahlo.

It started with one of my favorite bloggers Helga von Trollop. Then I started to follow a new blog (Miss Simmond Says) and saw that she too had done Frida.

I'm veeery pregnant right now and I can't really leave the house so playing a wee bit of dress up was just what I needed.

Inspired, I did my makeup and whipped together this outfit in about ten minutes.

Headpiece: Handmade. Leftover from a Halloween costume a couple of years ago (I went as Autumn)

Necklace: Ebay

Mexican Dress: Garage sale

Shawl: Ross Dress for Less (years ago)

The shadows on my face almost gave me the Frida fuzzy lip. I kinda like it.

Too bad I couldn't do earrings. My lobes are stretched so I couldn't really think of what to do there.

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I'm 9 months pregnant and this poor dress was screaming for dear life. 

The dress was just kinda bunched up around my belly. I couldn't get it any farther. Hahaha it used to go down below my knees, but eh, I wasn't going out anywhere- just dressing up.

 No worries, I'll be able to wear this dress again soon.

How did I do?

Here's the gorgeous necklace I'm wearing in the photos. I got it for a lucky last minute $2.40 bid on Ebay from this seller here.

Will you? Will you Frida too?

follow me.

When I started this blog a few months ago it was something completely different. It was called Modern Filth and it was raw, gritty and just plain absurd (me in a nutshell). Then I decided to soften the overall feel, focus on blogging more about pregnancy and changed the name. Thus Modern Colors was born.
I changed the blog title and URL many times in just a couple of months and I guess I confused my feed pretty bad.
One service I used to correct the problem was like, "Yeah we'll fix it. But when someone subscribes to you, they'll get ADVERTISEMENTS instead of blog posts!" That sucked.
So after weeks of trying to fix things myself, I finally got it figured out.
Bloglovin' and Google Reader are the two ways I keep up with blogs. Between them both I am subscribed to over 400 blogs... and that's the number after I cleaned out my list for the new year. (still working on that)
I'm so pleased to announce than now you can follow my blog in any way you like. No ads and no bull crappery. (But if you prefer Bloglovin' like I do, just click here.)

five days

It's 9:27am. I'm sitting in the bedroom listening to my husband break massive wind in the living room. That's what he does every morning. I'm actually a little jealous right now. My stomach is boiling and I'm having mild contractions. Some airy relief from this discomfort sounds very pleasant right now. I decided to take the risk of drinking an ice cold glass of milk with my PB&J last night before I went to bed at 3:00am. This is never a good idea but I did it anyway. I can have dairy products and milk in my cereal but for some strange reason I can't drink the milk straight.
My "due date" is in 5 days and I can't wait. As soon as that day hits, I'm going to do every trick in the book to start labor if it hasn't already came. I'm soooo tired of being pregnant and I'm soooooooo anxious to meet this baby. I don't even know it's gender (which might be adding to my impatience). Walking and just getting around the house is tough, I have hemorrhoids for the first time in my life and I'm just plain uncomfortable all the time.

So here's what's on my labor induction to-do list:
Castor oil - worked for my mom and sister
Red (purple) cabbage - also worked for my mom and sister (in combo with the castor oil)
Sex - this will be kinda hard for me. My pelvis feels like it's cracking all the time but I think we'll manage somehow.
Spicy food - this one is new to me but I keep seeing it pop up in self-labor induction recommendations.
A nice foot and ankle massage -  it feels nice and I've heard that there are some pressure points you can hit in the ankle area to stimulate contractions. You'll have to really get at it for this to work. If it doesn't  I won't be disappointed with just receiving a good massage.

I think about the baby all the time. This obsession with it's gender, smell, warmth, little feet and little nose is driving me crazy. Will it get my brown skin or be white like daddy? Will it have a head full of curly black hair come out bald as a melon? We'll see in 5 days...

it started with red leggings

So a few days ago I made a post called "my first New Year's resolutions like, ever...."

In this post I declared one of my resolutions to be "try some color" meaning I would like to try my hand in adding some color into my wardrobe.

 I came across a shop on Etsy that sells colorful leggings for only $7 and figured "eh, well leggings is a good place to start I guess." So I ordered a red pair and I got them in yesterday. They fit like a dream and I was actually pretty comfortable with wearing the color.

I may not be a fan of color but my socks are always something to behold.
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I had an appointment with my midwife today and everything is looking swell.

Birth class came afterwards and Jen (the teacher) brought some pretty delectable noms.

Today in birth class we focused on labor and delivery....

and different massage techniques. 

Needless to say, that was my favorite part.

The birthing center is over an hour away so by the time we got home I was pretty tired and loopy.

 What do loopy people do? They make their husbands take photos of them doing weird things in red leggings.