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Beauty How To: Brigitte Bardot’s Bedroom Hair

Achieving that Brigette Bardot-esque “bedroom hair” look is damn tricky. I tried it once, and instead of getting sexy, sultry, I-just-rolled-out-of-bed sexpot locks, I wound up with messy, unkempt, Amy Winehouse-in-her- darkest-days hair. Not pretty, to say the least. To make sure I get it right the next time, I consulted Liam Carrey, stylist from New York’s Ted Gibson salon, for his top tips on how to get glam — not grunge — bedroom hair.

1. Consider what your hair naturally does in the morning, and use that as your inspiration.
“Bedroom hair” is soft, not particularly well-manicured hair with lots of texture and loose, tousled messiness — essentially, what you get when you just wake up, but prettier, Carrey says. After you drag your butt out of bed in the morning, look at your hair in the mirror, paying careful attention to the volume you get at the crown and the natural waves and bends it has taken on. “Creating your ‘bedroom hair’ look should be a cleaned-up, prettier version of your reflection,” he explains.

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Handle This: His Friends Are Hateable

If three (or four, five or six) is beginning to become a crowd in your relationship, it’s time to take action. While you can never make your boyfriend give up his friends, nudging them out of his life is well within your power. According to Janette Barber, author of the best-selling book “Breaking the Rules, Last Ditch Tactics for Landing the Man of Your Dreams”, all it takes to make your man break ties with his annoying pals is your showing him their true colors. “And if for some odd reason that fails,” she says, “there are always ways to drive them away!” For strategies on how to show your guy’s most irksome friends the door, read on… Keep reading »

Crave: Morning-After Makeup Bag

When he wakes up next to you tomorrow morning, you don’t want his first reaction to be “Damn! Who the hell let Alice Cooper into my bedroom?”. To emerge looking fresh as a daisy (even if you feel anything but) the morning after, pack your purse with these touch-up essentials. In no time flat, you’ll transform yourself from strung-out Kate Moss to her glowier, dewier alter-ego.

1. Sephora’s Pretty Minty
Banish dragon breath with these teeny tiny yet totally powerful (and sugar-free) breath fresheners. They’re housed in a cute little tin whose lid conceals a mirror, preventing you from having to go all MacGyver in order to get a peek at your much-improved reflection. [$2, Sephora] Keep reading »

Crave: Lancôme’s Ôscillation Mascara

Because your lashes are jealous that they never got their own vibrator, this winter Lancôme will introduce Ôscillation, a new mascara that provides a 360-degree coat of product around each and every lash, courtesy of a vibrating brush that pulsates 7,000 times per minute (if only your boyfriend was that skilled….). Sounds kinda scary, we know, but you’ll get used to it – especially after you check out the porn star lashes it delivers. At $34, it’s a relatively inexpensive way to pump yourself – er, I mean your lashes…yeah, your lashes! – up. [$34, Lancome-USA.com]
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The Matrimommy: Sometimes A Little Lie Doesn’t Hurt…

When you’re single, there’s not much need for secrets. You live on your own, pay your own bills and make your own decisions because you don’t have to answer to anyone but yourself. If you want that pair of $250 jeans but have no money, who says you can’t charge them? It’s you and only you that will suffer the consequences, so who the heck cares? Marriage, in many ways, means the end of this autonomy. That $250 pair of jeans? Someone else will likely see that you spent that much on them or recognize their presence, if not the Neiman Marcus bag they came in. And, odds are, he or she won’t be too pleased.

Before I got married, I engaged in all sorts of behaviors that I knew were dumb, but I chose to do anyway because I was my own boss. I knew my habitual enjoyment of Marlboro Ultra Lights and shopping extravaganzas completely incongruous with my paychecks were idiotic (The aforementioned jeans story? That was me. Every week.), but I didn’t care enough to stop. Once R. and I got hitched however, I realized I had to. We were living together now – sharing everything, and I knew I couldn’t be self-centered Chelsea anymore. Keep reading »

The Matrimommy: Not Lovin’ McLovin’

My two and a half year old son has taken to calling himself “McLovin’”. Needless to say, that is not his name.

This new moniker originated courtesy of my husband, R. who, clearly in a moment of amazing judgment, decided to watch a portion of Superbad with our toddler son. As if exposing a toddler to this generation’s Porky’s wasn’t moronic enough, neglecting to remember that he recently has been parrot-like in his repeating of everything he hears just adds insult to the cinematic injury. Keep reading »

The Matrimommy: Remote Control Rumble

I never dreamed that I’d find a guy who would want to join me for weekly manicures and pedicures; that was a chick ritual best kept for me and my friend Michelle. No husbands allowed – or desired, for that matter. I always assumed, however, that the man I’d choose to spend the rest of my life with would be interested in spending cozy weeknights curled up with me on the sofa. We’d fire up the Tivo, going rock-paper-scissors over which program we’d watch first: How I Met Your Mother or Project Runway. Keep reading »

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