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I've never been much for Fashion Week. Can I admit that? And it isn't because I don't like clothing or have never flipped longingly through the pages of an "InStyle" magazine. I've watched "Project Runway" marathons both for the reality television trainwreck and also because of the artistry of the designers. But no, I've never gotten into Fashion Week. 

I think I've reached almost every woman's version of Nirvana. I, Heather Barmore, have found the perfect combination of hair products to make me, Heather Barmore -- she who is notoriously unhappy with everything -- fairly happy with my hair. Though first I feel like I should go back to 1994 when I had grand delusions of having long flowing blonde locks. Every time I got a relaxer and a haircut I'd end up with a case of whiplash from shaking my tresses around like I was in some Pantene commercial. Fortunately, I have since recovered from that particular phase. 

It all started about a month ago when my friend Holly mentioned that she purchased a Clarisonic Mia facial brush of magic. And then a renewed lust for beauty products spiraled from there and now there are lists upon lists of potions and lotions that I'd like to try.

What's Your Style?

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During my sophomore year of college I became quite smitten with a boy. The day he met me I was wearing a pink plaid button down shirt from American Eagle and over that a pink sweater with a hood from Hollister. He told a mutual friend of mine that I was a) gorgeous and b) I looked amazing in pink. Since then pink has been my color of choice.

So here is what I look like when I wake up in the morning:Except not really because this photo was taken at 6 PM and I had just returned from a really long trip and I'm sure you can sense my exhaustion. Anyway, me without makeup. You are so welcome, Internet.

sssssssssssssI cannot believe I'm about to admit this. In fact the second I say this my face is going to erupt in painful cystic acne once again and my dermatologist will be injecting Benzoyl peroxide directly into my pores. So here goes: I like Proactiv. No, I...I love Proactiv. And that noise you just heard was my brand new linens screaming in horror due to imminent bleaching.

Every season I do what many women do which is to pry open a 200 page magazine and see what is going on in the world of fashion. So what if it is stuff that you wouldn't be caught dead in? So what if you think the idea of platforms and all 80's all the time is nauseating, it's still fun to look.

Let's talk "Good Hair"

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 Hair is one of my favorite topics of discussion. I've been in conversations where women get riled up like we're discussing Jesus Christ or John Boehner's views on health care. Understandable since hair is a woman's 'crowning glory' so we indeed take it seriously with the appointments and the coloring and the frustrated sighs in the mirror when looking at what we have to deal with come morning. Let's just say that at 6:30 AM I'm about ready to shave off my 'crowning glory' and start over again. 

Quick! What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word "jab"? For me it's something uncomfortable. A euphemism for how I feel when something isn't going my way. "I'd like to jab this spork into my eye!" I'd say with all the hyperbole I can muster and an eye roll. I don't see "jab" as something that I'd want done to me even in the best of circumstances. It doesn't scream pleasant. It's quick and to the point.

Back to School Bags for Grown Ups

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My last first day of school was many moons ago. But now that I have a job that runs by the school calendar I'm prone to newness come September. I clean off my desk and pretend it's my new year. I also have a bit of a crush on handbags; looks, textures and styles. I'm pleased that when it comes down to it, a handbag will never make my butt look too big. I can't get uniboob from my bag. While I'm not in the market for anything new I'm more than happy to discuss them at length and imagine the waft of new bag smell.

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