The Story of My Tattoo : Ashley

When I went to Dallas this past weekend to see my amazing blogging partner, Rhonda, in an uncharacteristically spur of the moment decision (one that was for sure fueled by copious amounts of alcohol) I decided to get a tattoo. I know what you’re thinking. Well I do if you really know me or if you read  my “20 Things” post..  Ashley, I thought you didn’t do spontaneity? I don’t. And like I said I did have alcohol encouraging me. And honestly, I’ve been considering this tattoo for FOREVER. I’ve been writing it on my arm for months on end. I’d been putting off the exact time – kind of like you do with the first time you have sex. You want it to be beautiful, magical, perfect, at the right time, and with the right person. That’s way too much pressure. In both situations. Just unrealistic expectations. I love the way my tattoo happened. I was with one of my most favorite people. My nearest and dearest. She was there to hold my hand, and write the template for the words that are now forever written on my arm.

Why those words? Why that phrase? My dad actually said it once during a sermon. He was speaking about the sacrifice that Jesus made by dying on the cross for his followers. My dad was saying that Jesus is love. That Jesus is the ultimate representation of love because he chose to love those that did not deserve it and showed that love by sacrificing his life so that they may have everlasting (after)life. Now, I don’t believe in god – or that Jesus was the son of god. I think he was just a man. I do believe in what my dad said though.

Love is most certainly a choice. We are not forced to love anyone. Love for our children is not even something that is always automatic for people. There are plenty of men and women who walk away from their children and never look back. That is not love. We also do not “fall in love” with people. Romantically. I don’t believe in meant to bes and love at first sight. You may meet someone that you can’t get out of your head. It might be hard to stop thinking about them. You may even choose to love them when you know that you shouldn’t. Someone may make it known to you that they love you – and you find yourself wanting to love them back. Even when you may have never given them a second thought before. You can stop that though. Finding love. Loving someone. It’s just truly simple. You just make the choice. And for me. That revelation. The realization that I’m not bound by some mythical fairy tale elusive feeling or state of being – the realization that I can love whomever I chose to. That is so freeing.

When you are in a long term relationship – or when you have children, I think that you really experience and can recognize that love is a choice. You have to choose to love your partner daily. There are times that they do things that upset you, but you want to be with that person. So, you choose to love them. Not in spite of or despite the things they do – but because you want to. The same goes for our children. There are moments that those boogers make you just want to throw your hands up and walk away. But you don’t. Because you don’t want to. Those little humans give your life more meaning than you could have ever fathomed so you press on. You continue to choose to love them.

And equally as important as choosing to love someone – is to demonstrate that love through actions. That can be tricky. Sometimes the way we think is showing our love may not be a way that is recognized by the person we are attempting to show it to. You know – we all have different love languages. The point is. You can choose to love someone. You can tell that person that you are choosing to love them. You can say “I love you” over and over and over…but you need to follow that up with some demonstration. Some physical affection. Some other kind words in a moment of need. Some surprise gifts. Some thoughtful remembrances. Whatever the case may be. If Rhonda is the first one to start writing/editing a post that we are co writing, (like our OOTD posts) she will go ahead and insert my name and make it a heading for me. Why? Because she knows I hated dealing with html. That’s showing love people. Then she did the ultimate act of love by showing me a SHORTCUT to make my own headings without having to deal with html. 😉

Love is simple – but it’s multifaceted. You can love someone or something with never getting any love back. You can love someone and they can love you back – and that can be difficult at times. I just feel like though. If you keep it simple. If you make things basic. If you realize that Love is a Choice and An Action – you can always get back to where you want to be in your relationships and life. Sometimes that means walking away. Sometimes that means pressing on.

 

I got that phrase tattooed on my arm, because it’s a sentiment that I live by.

What We Wore

Hey, hey, hey!  So glad that you are all back for another week with us. You know we are here to show you our Haute Couture.  hahahahaha.

We are actually here to show you what real moms wear.  Let’s play a drinking game.  Every time one of us wears black, take a shot.

This week is going to go a little differently.  If you follow us on Instagram (and let’s be honest, if you don’t, you need to), you know that we have been experiencing….well, life.  As such, Ashley doesn’t have much to show in the way of outfits this week, so we are rolling her Saturday night outfit in with Rhonda’s and that will be that.

Tank: Old Navy, not available. Kimono: Ross, years ago. Shorts: WalMart, not available. Sandals: Target. Bag: Tommy Hilfiger, not available. Earrings: Nickel & Suede Select White Cut-Out.

Tee: Old Navy. Shorts: Target. Sandals: Target. Earrings: Nickel & Suede Lip Gloss.

Top: Harper Avery Boutique. Jeans: Target. (I wore the rose gold sandals that I wear almost daily.)

Rhonda’s Top: Marshall’s, maybe? Rhonda’s Leather look leggings: Gia Rose Designs. Rhonda’s Shoes: Steve Madden, no longer available. Similar here. Rhonda’s Earrings: Nickel & Suede Matte Gold.

Ashley’s Top: Target. Ashley’s Leather look leggings: Amazon. Ashley’s Shoes: Ross. Ashley’s Earrings: Nickel & Suede Select White Cut-Out.

Tee: Target, not available. Shorts: Target. Sandals: Target. #targetislife

Stop Living For the Freakin’ Weekend

I can admit that I’ve been this person who counts down to Friday…just waiting for the weekend to come so that I can live.  While I do still very much look forward to the weekends, my life got exponentially better when I stopped living for the weekend.  Yours can be that way too.

Here’s the thing, y’all.  There are seven days in a week.  What happens when you spend a good chunk of the week in a blur, waiting for Saturday?  You lose valuable time that you can never get back.

What about the weekend makes it more special than the weekdays for you?

Do you work Monday through Friday and off on weekends? And do you dislike that job?  Is it stressful?  Do you hate school days because of all the chaos that comes with that?  Maybe you are a stay-at-home parent and your other half works weekdays so you look forward to having an adult around on the weekend.

For me, there were times when I did not place much value on the weekends because I was a retail manager and usually worked.  I worked a couple of jobs that were typical weekday jobs and they were highly stressful, so I looked forward to that weekend break and time with my family.  Currently, working for myself from home and homeschooling four children, I crave those weekends, which bring time with Stuart and help around the house.  He works very long days, so I don’t even get to look forward to time in the evenings with him much.

Somewhere along the way, I changed in the last few months.  I started just taking advantage of blocks of time every day.  It took deciding that I was going to be positive and enjoy each and every ordinary day.

A random Tuesday doesn’t have to be full of plans and fun moments to be enjoyed.  It takes a simple action – a naptime margarita, a playdate with your best friend and her kids, watching shitty reality TV in your room while the kids watch YouTube videos, a trip to Ulta or a solo movie while your kids are at school.

There are two things I do every weekday to make sure I am taking care of my mental health and just living my life to the fullest.

  1. My pre-dinner ritual.  Whether or not the kids are home, I turn up my favorite music, pour a drink, and dance around the kitchen while I make dinner.  Trust me, it makes cooking dinner less of a routine chore and more of a moment to be enjoyed.  Sometimes I Snapchat the moment.  Sometimes I Instagram it.  Sometimes I leave my phone on the charger and just soak it in.
  2. Naptime routine.  My boys do not nap and Claudia rarely does, but we still make it part of the day.  They get in their beds, I put on the TV or hand them a tablet, and I take a coffee or beer to my room.  I lock the door and watch DVRed shows, workout, blog, do my makeup…whatever I want to do in peace.  They aren’t allowed to so much as knock on the door unless someone is hurt.

You don’t have to do the same things I do to make your day good.  But do something that makes you happy.  Soak in a bath, text a good friend, watch horrible TV, go for a walk, read a book, sit in Starbucks.

Every day is special.  Every.  Freaking.  One.  Because you’re still alive…. And the weekend will be here before you know it.  Now go live.

[t-shirt here]

Wedding Planning – Introduction

When Stuart and I got engaged this past December, I knew that I wanted to have the whole to-do.  Both of us had gotten married at the courthouse with our previous marriages and while that is lovely and gets the job done, I just wanted something different this time.  I wanted those who love us and support our relationship to be able to witness our union.  At the same time, I also knew that we wanted something personal and intimate that wouldn’t break the bank.

We set a date, then put off wedding planning until after my beach vacation.  I had too much else to focus on and pay for, so it just didn’t make sense to really get into it.  Now, here we are over a month after my vacation and I am just over 300 days away from my wedding date.  What have I planned?  Well, let’s see…

  • Date: CHECK!
  • Venue: Yeah, not so much.
  • Photographer: I have narrowed it down to a couple options.
  • Catering: I have some ideas…ish.
  • Wedding Party: Bride’s, yes.  Groom, uh…pretty sure we haven’t even talked about it.
  • Dress: Ha!
  • Aesthetic: Got that lined up!
  • Guest list: Sort of.  It has been discussed and it’s small enough that I could make the list in 5 minutes.

Safe to say we haven’t done shit.  I bought a planning binder, decided I didn’t like it…bought another.  I picked out my bridal party and they know who they are.  I know what the colors and feel of the wedding are.  I sort of know what I want in a dress and I have some ideas for catering.

We just really need this venue thing nailed down before we can do much else.  And here’s the thing – we have a venue in mind, but we also would prefer to do it in our own backyard….but we don’t have one.  We are trying to find a house and I hope it’s soon so that we CAN figure out if we want to get married there or elsewhere.

What I definitely know about our wedding is it will be intimate, personal, and very us.  In the same way I rage against the MOMachine, I will very much be raging against the wedding industry.  I have zero desire to just go along with and pay for everything I’m “supposed to.”  No thank you.  So you’ll see a lot of DIY and unusual ideas here.

Anyway, I will be posting an update to this series any time I feel like there is something to update on.  First installment will be about my bridal party and that is coming soon!

Anyone else really drag their feet in planning their wedding?

Mommy Confessions Volume II

Rhonda here, taking my turn at the Mommy Confessions.  I have a lot of shit to confess, but we will start here.

I knew my entire life that I wanted to be a mother.  I always knew it would be part of my life.  I looked forward to reading to my children, making them healthy lunches, and playing games with them (HA! Joke is on me, because here’s a mini-confession for you…I hate doing ALL those things).  I knew that parenting wouldn’t be a big walk in the park, of course.  As a child playing House, I would role-play not just the rocking my baby to sleep, but also the yelling at my toddler to PLEASE be quiet and take a nap.  One thing I didn’t expect for when I had children is that I just might spend a large amount of my time yearning for them to go Grandma’s, go play in the other room, go to the store with Daddy, go to bed…. Just GO.

I am in the first few days of a two-week period with no children.  They are at their dad’s house until after Father’s Day.  I can’t tell you how I have excitedly waited for this week.  Oh, the solitude!  Wandering every aisle at Target, getting some work done at Starbucks, aimlessly weaving in and out of shop doors, deep cleaning the kitchen for four hours, being naked when I want, watching TV on the couch instead of in my room.  It’s glorious.  Of course, there is also that whole thing where I get to spend quality time with Stuart.  The thing is, he works super long days so I am getting lots of Rhonda Time.  I ain’t mad at it.  I have always been a person who needs some time alone to do whatever I feel like doing.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know the old cliché is kinda true – The days are long, but the years are short.  Parents spend so much of the day watching the clock and not enough time soaking up the moments.  I know I for sure am so guilty of that.  I fully recognize that one day, I will miss them being needy and totally into me.  I will miss a tiny boy climbing into my bed to tell me I’m her best friend.  Supposedly, I will someday miss my house being a wreck (not fucking likely).

Here’s the thing, though… my real confession is that I don’t give a single fucking fuck what you think about how much I enjoy being away from my children.  I love it.  I love the hell out of it. I am not sorry.  I could just about cry for joy when I wake up in the morning and realize I can go get coffee without tiptoeing around, trying not to wake someone before I can drink my sweet nectar of the gods.

People always have a comment about what other parents do and this certainly is no exception.  When learning that my kids would be gone for 15 days and that I was making all sorts of plans, people have said, “Oh wow, I couldn’t stand to be away from kids for that long” or something to that effect.  And it’s always said with a tone that suggests that I am not on their parenting level because I don’t want a small person up my ass all day every day.  If that’s you and you enjoy that, then more power to you!  You go, Mama.  (But also, you can’t complain that you haven’t worn makeup or gone on a date in 12 years – that was your choice.)

So yes, I am going to enjoy these days with my children left in the beyond capable hands of their father.  I’ll be a better mother for it.

What We Wore

Happy Winesday!  Thanks for stopping by, but I assure you – we won’t keep you long.  We have been having a crazy time with life and haven’t been taking outfit pictures (and Rhonda hasn’t been getting dressed.  Slacker.).

Rhonda –

Dress: Joe Fresh from YEARS AND YEARS ago.  It has pockets and has been with me through 2-3 pregnancies and everything in between.  Sandals: Betseyville for Target, no longer available.  Earrings: Nickel & Suede Minty Fresh.

Ashley –

Andddd look at that we matched! Total accident BTW

Shirt: Forever21 Pants: Just Black Distressed skinny jeans from StitchFix (none of which is available online…. blogger fail!)

 

Soo yeah that’s it for today. What have you guys been wearing?? Stripes anyone? 😉

When a Facebook Comment makes you rant….

I am capable of making humans. I was born with this ability. I did not ask for it. I did not ask for reproductive organs that allow me to carry and grow a human. Nevertheless, I am able to do this. I am a woman. Have you figured out how to make humans without me yet? Are there little tiny humans cooking in some lab somewhere? If you have – that’s fantastic, because being pregnant fucking sucks and I would have gladly turned that responsibility over to someone else…or over to a lab tech. Whoever. Yeah, I could adopt – or hire a surrogate. I don’t HAVE to be pregnant. Do you know how expensive that is though? Having a baby, no matter how you do it, is expensive – BUT doing it myself is definitely less than the other options. And also, you’re still using a woman to make that baby. I know. I know. I need a man too. Not for the whole process though. We could freeze all the men’s sperm and kill them all and STILL be able to make babies. Just saying. I do not literally have intentions of doing that – just fyi. Buut yeah – can you make a baby for me at the same cost it is for me to do it myself? Oh. You haven’t figured that out yet?? What. A. Shame.

I know that I don’t speak for all women. I know that plenty of women have differing views than mine. That is totally fine. It is ok if you want to give up your rights to equal health care. It is your prerogative to take a back seat while we are being taken advantage of – laughed at for asserting ourselves – scoffed at for demanding what we deserve. It’s 2017 and our great grandmothers already fought this fight. It’s 2017 and didn’t we JUST enact the ACA? But here we are again. Here are the naysayers again. The ones that say, “You already got what you want.” while they attempt to take it away from us. For what? For religious liberty? You don’t have a vagina so it’s not your problem?? Well. Fuck off. You say. Abstain from sex if you don’t want to create an unwanted pregnancy. You say your moral code does not permit promiscuity so disease should not be a problem. You say “It’s all in gods hands – he has a plan and a purpose for everything” so I should just pray to/trust in him concerning things like uncontrollable pain, cancer, unending bleeding, recurrent ovarian cysts, hormone induced migraines…and so on?

Doesn’t your god work through his or her people? I’m not familiar with all religions and the way their god’s orchestrate their will. I am familiar with a few and in my experience the gods need us mere humans to do their bidding. So, as a religious individual isn’t it your responsibility to take care of the people? To take care of the people who are responsible for growing the future generation?

And it’s not your problem? Did I ask you to pay for my healthcare? Are you going to pay for my healthcare? Is someone going to make you pay for MY healthcare? Nope. The answer is no. Get off your high horse and come back to reality. If anything, we are imploring each other to pay for our own healthcare. Afraid of paying more taxes? Wouldn’t it be better to pay a little more in taxes than what you are paying out of pocket for healthcare? By the way, there are countries out there with functioning universal healthcare systems run through their governments.

Also, don’t misunderstand me. I’m not asking for a place of honor as a woman. I’m just asking for respect. I’m just asking for necessary care. I’m asking for you to stop being a prick. I’m asking for you to be considerate. I’m asking that you inform yourself. I’m asking that you don’t just take someone else’s word and run with it. I’m asking that you take the time to form your own educated opinions and learn how distinguish fact from fiction.

  1. Birth Control is not free to everyone at a state funded health department location. In most cases, you have to meet income guidelines. So, if I make a lot of money to support myself and my family, but my insurance doesn’t provide free or discounted access to BC – I probably also can’t get it at my local health department.
  2. You don’t pay more for healthcare as a man in order to pay for my BC and other female services. That’s a lie. No one is even asking you to pay more. You know who did pay more? Women. You know who are being threatened to once again have to pay more? Women.

Ok – so here’s the deal, no one is asking you to be inconvenienced by the things my body needs in order to function properly. No one is actually inconveniencing you. I’m worried though. I’m literally and rightfully worried about the future or my healthcare. I’m worried for my daughter. So I can’t just sit here and see your comment without saying something. I can’t know that there are people out there who think and feel the same way you do without doing something myself. So, I’m doing what I can. I’m speaking my mind, because thankfully I have a platform from which i can  stand on and write. I’ve donated money. I’ve signed petitions. I will do what I can and when I can to fight for myself. To fight for other women. I shouldn’t have to. It’s utterly insane that I do. That we do. I’ll admit that. This should all be a non issue. But it isn’t. So I’m not going to be silent.

Week In Review: Rhonda

Another week behind us, and what a week it has been!  I can’t even.  Let’s get to it.

Tuesday was just like any other weekday – worked, mommed, texted.  When mail time came though, my lovely Colourpop order was here!  You can see swatches of these beauties on Instagram.

I’m not going to tell you about Wednesday, because you got all the details in my Day In the Life post.

Thursday, I spend a good chunk of the day working in my journal to get ready for June.  I caught up on my DVR and did normal parenting stuff.

On Friday, my world came to a halt.  About 1 pm, I was in the kitchen with Nick as he made himself lunch.  I suddenly saw something move on his head.  I took a closer look and it was a fucking bug.  I wasn’t sure what kind of bug.  I picked it out and kept looking.  LICE.  MOTHERFUCKING LICE.  This was the first time in my entire parenting career to deal with it and let me tell you, I hope you never have to.  Every single person (myself included) in the house with hair had lice.  I immediately texted Stuart an SOS and he brought home what we needed to start the Cetaphil method.  I chose this because I like to minimize my kids’ exposure to toxins and my BFF Nicole had sworn this worked better in her experience.  I went through it with all four kids, then myself.  It took 5.5 hours to handle everyone.  I was exhausted and my back was aching.  Claudia fell asleep as I dried her hair.

Saturday, we got up and started washing and checking everyone’s hair. Turns out, I must have combed out too much excess Cetaphil, because all the kids still had live bugs.  I decided to redo the boys, but not Claudia because hers takes over an hour and she only had one bug and few nits.  I flat ironed her hair to fry anything I missed and we headed out to take the kids to Dustin.  Back in town, we went to Total Wine and stocked up.  At home, I found a dead bug in my hair and decided to have Stuart comb me thoroughly.  Everything in my hair was dead, thankfully.  With that behind us, we sat down to a dinner of chips and assorted dips and watched Dateline.  With the kids gone, we were able to actually be all over the house and not confined to our bedroom.

Sunday was the first full day without the kids and we absolutely took advantage of it.  We spent the day on the couch.  I never bothered with underwear.  I ate my brunch at the coffee table while journaling and we watched a lot of TV.  In the evening, Stuart went to work for a bit while I straightened up and did some doodling . Then he came home and grilled.  Such a great Sunday.

Another week behind us and now a week of deep cleaning, errands, and some Me Time.  Ashley is coming here this weekend and I can’t wait to share the shenanigans with you all.  Make sure you are following our IG account (@rageagainstthemomachine) and snapchat (RAthemomachine)!

 

Week In Review : Ashley

 

Hey hey! So glad to see you guys back for another look at what we did last week. What did we do? Not much really. Just the usual. Did I take a lot of pictures? Heck no. But what’s new??

So anyway. Let’s just start with Wednesday – you know as we usually do. Monday WAS Memorial Day, but we talked about that in the last WIR.

Wednesday we lounged around the house. The kids drug out all their toys, because would it really be playing unless every single toy was out of the toy box and half brought into the living room? Yeah. I didn’t think so. I mean. At least that’s how it goes around our house. We did manage to get our act together though and get dressed for the day at a reasonable time. Look at those cuties in their matching outfits!!

We went to the ‘park by the beach’ per Soso’s request. Sophie is finally at the age where I let her go on her own on the play equipment. I still hover close by, because she is still likely to easily fall down or you know, just walk off the side. But hey, we’re getting to more independence. 🙂

After about thirty minutes of play time the bottom fell out and we were confined to the pavilion. I had actually remembered to bring the bubbles, which were a big hit to pass the time as we waited for the rain to slack off. The kids ended up having a blast playing with each other under that pavilion.

Friday night the babies stayed with Grammy and Ppop, and mommy got to spend some time with Aunt Grace and Uncle Dejan. Their flight to Dallas then London that was supposed to leave Friday afternoon was delayed and then cancelled. That sucked for them. BUT we all got some extra time to see them before they left for two weeks. So yeah. We had mexican for dinner and then saw Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. It was a really great night. Saturday morning we all just hung out at my parents, and that afternoon I took Grace and Dejan to the airport. They are currently in London having a blast and sending us some amazing pictures. 🙂

Doesn’t that look amazing? 🙂 Anyway, what you all up to this past week?

How Dry Shampoo Changed My Life

Hey y’all hey! Ashley here today – What’s up? I so hope you’re having a good day – or at least a tolerable one…and if not? Well, I’m pretty sure being here is going to make it better…or EVEN better. 😉

Anyhow – today I wanted to tell you guys the ways that using dry shampoo has changed.my.life – for the better.

Let me start by explaining that until about a month and a half ago I never used dry shampoo on the regular. I’d only used it maybe two or three times to freshen up my hair before a night of going out. Hair that I’d just washed that morning. Yeah. I was that person. I washed my hair every single day. I washed it every single morning to be exact. I washed and blow dried my hair on the daily.

Why did I decide to venture from that routine? I wanted to start taking better care of my hair. I’d noticed some recent damage (from all that heat styling) starting to show. I don’t know if it’s my age… or some product I used – but all of a sudden my once fine and smooth hair was frizzy. It freaked me the fuck out to be honest. I knew some things had to change.

I consulted my nearest and dearest about a high end dry shampoo to try. Living Proof was the first brand I used. I grabbed that at Ulta. I set a goal to go at least three days without washing. And when I did wash – I washed in cold water. I also used a conditioning mask on my hair on the nights I washed it.

How did those first three days go? Well. Let me just say that hair cleaned by dry shampoo is NOTHING like hair cleaned by water and shampoo. Are you laughing? I’m laughing at myself for even having that expectation. However, that was my expectation. That first week. Of no wash for three days – then wash – then no wash for four days….that was rough. On that fourth day of the second cycle, man .. I felt gross.

I persevered though. I pressed on. I continued with my little schedule I’d set for myself.

You see. I have greasy hair. I have the driest of dry skin everywhere else on my body. My scalp? It gets so so so greasy, and because of that I always felt like I HAD to wash my hair every day. I always felt like I HAD to style it using the blow dryer. I didn’t feel “ready” for my day unless I had showered, washed my hair, and blow dried my hair. I have literally taken a shower before heading out for a beach day. Why? Because I could not go without it. I needed that shower for mental reasons more so than for physical ones. That’s dumb. That’s too much.

So how did learning what to expect from hair cleaned with dry shampoo should feel like? What did learning to use dry shampoo on the regular teach me? How did this seemingly shallow thing change my life??

Well. I’m no longer chained to that routine. I don’t have to get up every day and take a shower that morning. I can take a shower at night. I can wake up the next morning – spray some dry shampoo in my hair – and move on with my life. I can get to spending time with my kids faster. I can sleep a few extra minutes in the morning. I can be me without that ball and chain of a routine. Does that sound crazy? Are you a spontaneous person? Ok, if so that probably does sound crazy.

I’m not spontaneous. I get bogged down in a routine. Sometimes that routine begins to define me. Sometimes that routine starts to control my life without me even noticing.

So, dry shampoo did not save my life. It did, however, CHANGE my life. This may sound silly. And hopefully I’m getting my point across that it makes me feel more free. It’s pretty revolutionary that after spending my entire adult life taking a shower and then washing/blow drying my hair every single morning – that I no longer have to do that. I still feel like myself. I can still carry on with my day.

But yeah. I heart dry shampoo. I think it’s great. I haven’t used a blow dryer in over a month. I wash my hair at night and let it air dry. I usually do use the straightener the next morning after washing my hair – because along with frizz I’ve also developed some kinks and waves. All new things.

But yeah. That’ show dry shampoo changed my life. 🙂 What are my favorite brands?

  1.  Amazing Grace Dry Shampoo from Philosophy $24.00 at Ulta

This dry shampoo is expensive, but I absolutely love it. The smell is amazing. It literally makes my hair smell clean. I don’t get any white flakes on the third or fourth day. ( I got that bad with Living Proof) It soaks up the grease amazing and my hair doesn’t feel heavy with product.

2. Batiste ‘Bare’ Dry Shampoo $7.99 at Ulta

This is hands down the best affordable dry shampoo. It works almost as good as the Philosophy one. I do prefer the philosophy smell and the way my hair still feels light after several days. BUT this brand is a great option if you can’t afford to invest 20+ dollars each time you buy dry shampoo.

 

Do you guys use dry shampoo on the regular? What brands are YOUR favorites??