I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling.
Let me make this clear. I looove cupcakes. I live cupcakes. I'd like to be reincarnated as a cupcake.

Let me make this clear. I looove cupcakes. I live cupcakes. I'd like to be reincarnated as a cupcake.

The last time I had my hair and makeup done was at my aunt's wedding twelve years ago. The stylist (a s0-called "pro" from Neiman Marcus's salon) spackled on a jar's worth of foundation three shades too light for my skin tone (I think she didn't get the "I'm Asian" memo), put a shade of lipstick on me that only a Bratz doll could love, and gave me a hairdo that was a lopsided hairdon't. (Those caterpillars above my eyes, however, are entirely my fault; I don't think I understood the concept of tweezing yet.)
I was therefore somewhat anxious about my makeup and hair trial with Lin Breller and Rachelle Luczynski of Joyce Luck Style, though I probably wasn't as anxious as Lin and Rachelle must have been when I rolled into Lin's place after a two-hour typical LA-morning traffic nightmare looking like this:

The makeup looked impressively natural photographed both indoors and outdoors, and I really appreciated the fact that I looked like myself, just softer, glowier. (Of course, Mr. HC will still probably think the makeup is too heavy. He hates makeup with a passion: I had to train him over the course of many years that it's not okay to wipe off my makeup with his fingers after I'd spent a ton of time primping in front of a mirror!)
A quick synopsis: I had a shower. I had a bat-chelorette mitzvah.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who grew up in the Valley.* All the coolest kids in her class had rad bar and bat mitzvahs, and she was like totally jealous. She too wanted to have a huge party, with an awesome theme like "Dance!" or "Hollywood," and to invite all the cute boys in her class to do the Electric Slide and drink Shirley Temples with her in a fancy ballroom. And she'd wear a super chic dress that was off-the-shoulder and made of taffeta and velvet. Oh, and there was going to be this huge posterboard with her picture on it, on which everyone who was anyone was going to write their deepest, most sincere thoughts, like "Stay kool!" or "Friends 4-eva." It was going to be soooooo awesome!
That girl, of course, was me. I ended up getting the taffeta and velvet dress, which I wore to almost every one of the twenty or so bar and bat mitzvahs I attended. But I never got the rad bat mitzvah of my dreams . . . Here is me at the first bar mitzvah I ever attended (no, that's not a lampshade around my ass, that is what we in 1990 called "fashion"):
And here's me at my own bat-chelorette shower-mitzvah almost 19 years later:For the shower portion of the program, please join us in the afternoon for tea and sweets. Bring a small craft-related gift (such as pretty paper, ribbon, rubber stamps, or cookie cutters) to nourish Miss Hot Cocoa's inner Martha.
And then . . . Miss Hot Cocoa never got the dance-slipper themed bat mitzvah of her dreams, but it's not too late! We're going to party like it's 1991 with dinner and drinks on the town for the soon-to-be Jewish bride. Wear your best NKOTB gear or Laura Ashley dress!
Option 2: V-Shaped Centerpiece
Option 3: Twelve-stone Round Centerpiece
Option 4: Leaf-shaped Centerpiece
Option 5: Fancypants Centerpiece
Option 6: Seven-stone Circle Centerpiece
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