This week, I’m positively smitten with…
1. Pottery Painting: This Mother’s Day, my mom, my grandma, my aunt, and I went to a local studio and painted pottery together. We’ve done it a few times before, and each time, it’s so much fun! You don’t have to be a fantastic painter or artist to enjoy yourself — all you have to do is show up, pick out a piece of pottery, and slap on a few colors. The end result won’t necessarily be something hanging in an art gallery, but you will leave the experience with lots of fun memories. If you have a spare Saturday or Sunday, I highly recommend looking one of these places up, grabbing a few friends, and losing an afternoon or an evening. If you’re lucky, your pottery place might even let you bring some wine or other goodies to snack on while you work.
2. 3D Makeup Printer: If you’ve been following along in the science world, by now you’ve likely heard of 3D printers, a technology that’s making it easier to do everything from creating products to saving lives. Everything about 3D printing is fascinating to me, and recently, my love of science and makeup collided with a 3D makeup printer, developed by Grace Choi. Choi created a mini 3D printer for her home called Mink, which will retail for about $300, and allow anyone to “print makeup” by taking the color code off of photos on the internet. Sure, this won’t eliminate all your makeup needs, but it’s still pretty awesome. I’m in love. (Photo credit below to Business Insider.)
3. Amy Schumer: I’ve been a fan of comedian Amy Schumer for a while now, and I’m really excited to check out the new season of her Comedy Central show, “Inside Amy Schumer.” But what I’m really loving is the recent speech she gave at the Ms. Foundation for Women. It’s funny, uplifting, raunchy, and relatable. The final paragraph is where she really nails it for me:
In an instant, [my confidence is] all stripped away…. I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether. I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am not laying in that freshman year bed anymore ever again. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will.
What are you positively smitten with this week?