Here are my most recent:

Three Beauty Products

I have talked about the rosemary and rice water hair spray before, and I am still using it religiously. No bad side effects as yet (fingers crossed) and my hair has never looked more voluminous. The only downside is that I’m going through a bottle every 2 weeks or so, which adds up to about $28 a month. Is that a lot to spend for Shakira hair? In this economy? I don’t even know anymore.

I bought The Ordinary’s volufiline serum a while back, influenced by social media, but it sat on my bathroom shelf for months. Recently, I decided to give it a try, to see if it will plump up my under eye areas that look a bit more ‘sunken in’ than before. I’d rather use skincare than makeup to deal with it. It’s only been a few weeks so it’s too early to tell if it’s really working, but so far so good (no breakouts, for one thing).

I am obsessed with these cheapies jumbo jelly lip tints I found at Winners. They’re not very long-lasting, but you can layer/build up the colour and I love reapplying them — they have a cooling effect. They don’t feel sticky or glossy and create more of a ‘sheer stained lip’ look than an opaque, lipstick effect. The only downside is this shade, which is supposed to be a true red is actually more of a cherry pink. Luckily, it’s a flattering colour for me, but it’s a change from my usual red lip.

Three Football Jerseys

My online clothes shopping is now pretty much exclusively football shirts. To be fair, I’ve tried browsing my old saved searches on Poshmark and got served the Mbappe special (for example, nothing). I haven’t seen a ‘must have’ vintage Ralph Lauren piece in months, and the few vintage pieces that pop up from time to time are wildly priced; ditto for vintage Coach bags. At this point, I have enough clothes so the only things I’m interested in buying are collector items.

Which is where football shirts come in. Yes, I have a new collection. But before you yell at me: I actually wear them, often.

Since I moved my home office into the basement, where it’s freaking cold year-round, I’ve changed up my approach to work wear. I stopped wearing my ‘nice’ work clothes and switched to athletic wear. But, like, cool stuff! Graphic hoodies, vintage track jackets, and, yes, football shirts (layered over other tops, because did I mention how cold my basement is?). And I pile on the jewelry for that Y2K metrosexual football player aesthetic.

My most recent football shirt collection purchases rep my faves, to wit: national team, club, and all-time fave player. The Spider-Man shirt was one of my Holy Grails and I’m absolutely obsessed with it. Every time I wear it, it’s a conversation starter. [Less so about football and more about other people’s love of the Spider-Man movies, but I’ll take it.] It was my first eBay purchase in a few years, and I was nervous about the fact that it was being shipped from France, but I had no issues (and did not get hit with customs, yay!).

Three Repeat Buys

I recently discovered sugar-free Pepsi Cream Soda and I’m obsessed. It’s bad, guys. First, because I was a Coke girlie for 25+ years and this feels sacrilegious, lol! Second, because I finally managed to wean myself off carbonated sodas at the start of the year and now … well, I’m back on the train. I’m limiting myself to one can every other day, but damn, it’s a tasty treat.

I go through so much Dollarama glue tape, I think I am single-handedly propping up the discount glue tape industry. I’m currently on my 8th scrapbooking notebook, in case anyone was wondering. Gluing bits of paper to other paper is still my fave decompressing activity, though I’ve switched from listening to murder mystery shows to listening to football podcasts while I do it.

Putting the Uniqlo cashmere turtlenecks in this category might seem like a cheat, but I do think of them as a ‘repeat’ buy. I bought 4 last year, and wore them non-stop through winter and spring, and I’ve been waiting for fall to come around so that Uniqlo would finally drop new colours. I was not disappointed! I ended up getting 3 more — coral pink, dark teal, and beige — and I’m super excited to add them to my rotation. They are the perfect base layer for cold weather: super soft (non-itchy), warm but lightweight (non-bulky). I was hoping for a slate blue and a vibrant violet, but hey — maybe next time.

Bonus Fourth

I had to sneak this one in:

My 4th (!!) book, Past Perfect Murder, is out today. I am so excited to share it with y’all. If you want to add some cozy mystery & romance vibes to your TBR, you can purchase the ebook from a wide selection of retailers, and the paperback (and ebook) on Amazon.

Apart from almost quitting writing, this week was great.

Just kidding. I almost quit publishing (not writing). And this week was so-so. There were a few highlights, like the fact that Canada is now an associate member of the EU. Nobody knows what that means but we’re all excited (well, Canadians and Europeans are, anyway ;)) My football team won their league game this week, and I got a new jersey just in time for the next big match on Sunday, which will be the Madrid derby (Atletico de Madrid vs Real Madrid). It’s one of the two biggest rivalries in Spanish football, the other being el Clasico between Real Madrid and Barcelona. Sunday’s game is going to be a nailbiter; Atleti have had a bumpy start to their season … but RM hasn’t been dominating it either, soooooo … fingers crossed, haha!

I still haven’t been able to get my hands on one of my Holy Grail early 2000s Atleti jerseys, but I did score a nice 23/24 away jersey on Poshmark for cheap. There is less than a handful of players whose names I will wear on a jersey, and Antoine Griezmann is one of them. He’s my second fave Atleti player of all time (obvi), but I love his story arc. I’m a sucker for a comeback/redemption story, what can I say.

Speaking of football jerseys, I just read a great book about them: More Than A Shirt: How Football Shirts Explain Global Politics, Money and Power by Joey D’Urso. It’s a series of essays/vignettes framed around specific club jerseys that talk about various aspects of modern football and the influences at play in the sport, and beyond. Super interesting (even for a casual football fan) and very entertaining to read.

I’m currently reading Jess Kidd’s second Nora Breen book, Murder at the Spirit Lounge — an Agatha Christie-esque historical mystery set in 1950s England, featuring an amateur detective who is a former nun — and loving it. The first book in the series, Murder at Gulls Nest, was one of my fave mystery reads of the last year.

For all my current crisis around my future as an indie author/self-publishing, I am currently OBSESSED with the urban fantasy series I’ve started writing. I’m working on revisions on books 1 and 2, back to back, and I’m loving the hell out of the characters and universe I’ve created. Book 2, in particular, is the best thing I’ve written so far, hands down. Interview with the Vampire meets The Name of the Rose, with a sassy FMC, a brooding fallen angel sidekick, and a convent full of scholar vampire nuns? What is there not to love?? I’m itching to send the story to my beta readers — because I NEED to talk to someone else about it, lol — but I need to pace myself, and get book 1 sorted out first. That story is pretty good too, but it’s more like my previous books in terms of vibes and setting, and doesn’t go as hard for the jugular … (no?) pun intended.

Speaking of obsessions:

I discovered this cheapie rosemary water + rice water spray for hair, and I can’t get enough. Rosemary oil is supposed to be good for hair growth, but jury’s out if these sprays actually work for that or not. However … this stuff is giving Shakira-levels of volume and body, and for someone with very fine hair, that is a literal dream come true. It’s the rice water, apparently. Anyway, the spray I’m using also leaves my hair super soft, which combined with the volume, feels like some kind of witchcraft. I’m actually scared there’s a catch, somehow, because it seems too good to be true. It’s all I’ve been using on my hair for the past couple of weeks, and I am loving how my hair looks.

I also love that necklace stack and have been wearing it non-stop. I love what each piece represents too: the bow necklace is an old gift from my husband, the zodiac pendant is a family piece that used to belong to my grandmother, and the chunky necklace is one I thrifted recently. Together, they’re perfect.

Have a great weekend!

This post started out as a series of Shower Thoughts^TM and we’ll see where it ends up.

Disclaimer: this post is not actually very serious; for entertainment purposes only, consume accordingly.

A wise man¹ once said² that when people look at those who achieve extraordinary success, they admire the results, not the work. They admire what they can see (the big achievement), not what they can’t see (the day-to-day grind, year after year after year). Success is the tip of an iceberg, made up of a much greater amount of mostly invisible hard work and discipline. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately as I trudge through the trenches of my writing journey.³

I am not having a good time right now, and one of the few things that is motivating me to keep going is this idea that, should I be so fortunate to one day achieve any measure of success worth admiring, it will have been because of days – months, years – like these. Because of the difficult, unglamorous work that I didn’t quit, even when I really wanted to. It feels like I’ve been pushing a millstone up a mountain (hi, Sisyphus) for an eternity, but it’s actually only been a couple of years, which is NOTHING in the scheme of things. I might be 46, but as a writer, I’m still a baby taking my first steps.

Our culture has become obsessed with instant results (hello, viral success) and it’s warping our brains. Speak for yourself, Adina? OK, fine. I’m pretty sure that a good chunk of my unhappiness is rooted in the feeling that I’m a failure because, after 2 years, I’m still nowhere closer to being an overnight success. But then, as a sometimes-wise woman⁴ once told a friend, hard work is a lottery ticket, not a guarantee that you’ll win the prize. Hard work buys you admission to the game, but it doesn’t buy you luck. Some things are out of your control, and you just have to accept that and focus on the things that you can control.⁵

Unrelated but also related: I have adopted a new, late-in-the-year resolution to improve my Spanish. Stay with me here.

I took Spanish for a couple of years in Uni and fell in love with the language. [A lot of that has to do with Latin music, which I adore.] Next to English, it’s my favorite language – sorry to my ancestors, who spoke neither and are now rolling in their graves. Anyway, I didn’t stick with it long enough to become fully proficient back in the day, and then quickly lost most of whatever proficiency I had managed to get because I never used it. [Except for what was necessary to understand bachata lyrics, but I digress.] Recently, I realized that one of my few regrets in life is that I did not work harder, when I was younger, to learn and be fluent in more languages. I think there is something incredible about the ability to think and speak in different languages – even just from a neural plasticity perspective.

So, I’m working on my Spanish again …by watching interviews and documentaries with/about my fave football players⁶ and clubs. Now, you might be thinking: pero, porque? Like, why that, specifically? Glad you asked, allow me to share my pedagogical theory.

I think there’s a pretty general consensus that, once you have the basics more or less down, the best way to improve your language proficiency is by listening to native speakers speak. There are many ways to do that, including no shortage of conversational coaches on social media, etc. Back in the day, some of my Romanian friends taught themselves Italian by watching Italian soap operas. I decided to take a different approach with Spanish for a few reasons.

One, I want to be exposed to the way Spanish people talk to each other, unscripted. If I can understand that, then understanding the more formal Spanish used in movies or books should be a breeze.

Two, I don’t have access to Spanish reality TV (which I assume exists) and I also don’t have the bandwidth to get emotionally invested in randos talking about their love lives or whatever. When you understand only half of what’s being said at any given time, you need to have some compelling reason to continue listening. Enter football – something I’m currently already invested in. Listening to elite players talk about their sports philosophy also interests me because (as noted in the footnotes and elsewhere) it’s something I can relate back to writing.⁷ And since Spanish football has been pretty dominant in the last 15-20 years, there’s a lot of content available to watch.

OK, but how is this related to what I was talking about before?

Working on my Spanish is a daily reminder of how consistent practice/work/discipline adds up over time, even if, day to day, it doesn’t seem like it. And that progress doesn’t always feel linear. There are days when I feel like I’m on a roll, picking up 80%+ of what’s being said, and then the day next, I’ll only be able to understand 1 word out of every 5 and feel like a complete loser. But if I look back to where I started, a month ago, the improvement is definitely noticeable. Small but noticeable. I am super curious to see where I’ll be in, say, six months – assuming I can stick with it.⁸

And you know what? I can say the same thing about writing too. And if I keep saying it, then maybe I won’t quit. That’s what success looks like, baby.⁹

Thank you for coming to my Shower Thoughts^TM pep talk. If you know any good (Spanish) sports documentaries, preferably about football, let me know in the comments.

1 Fernando Torres
2 In an interview I watched because I’m trying to improve my proficiency in Spanish. I’ll come back to that part later. For the purposes of this part of the discussion, I can confirm that I’m, like, 95% sure I correctly translated this portion of the conversation (which I’m only paraphrasing here).
3 At this point, you may be sure that I will find a way to relate absolutely everything back to one of 2 things: writing and/or football.
4 Me.
5 This bit was also in the above-noted interview. I suspect my man Torres is something of a Stoic at heart, mostly because he name-dropped Marcus Aurelius in said interview as well. [Come to think of it, it would have been more surprising if he hadn’t, being a 40-something white dude and all.]
6 Fernando Torres, mostly.
7 And also, some of them (ahem) are extremely easy on the eyes, which helps a lot when my brain occasionally zones out on translating and I miss, like, five minutes of context I’m too lazy to rewind.
8 On that note, if you’re Spanish, please do not leave me a comment to inform me that my Spanish tutor and sports philosopher, F. Torres, is problematic in some way that I have not yet grasped. If that’s the case,¹⁰ let me discover it for myself in six months’ time, when I will (hopefully) be able to understand 100% of what he’s saying. Por favor & gracias.
9 I also stole this bit from Torres, who probably stole it from Marcus Aurelius.
10 I have no illusions left about famous people. The last decade has annihilated them completely. Nothing surprises me anymore.