You know what? I’m going to stop apologizing for taking such long breaks from blogging, because it never seems to do any good. I need to embrace the fact that I’m a sporadic blogger and stop trying to “do better,” because this is probably the best that I can do. For now.
Everyone has a social media persona. Some people find each detail of their lives worth mentioning. Some people use it as a form of promotion. As for me, it tends to be an outlet for my temper, thus the title of this blog. If I’m really happy, living my life, I’m MIA on social media.
That said, I’ve been extremely busy lately, creating things by accident. Story of my life. The BF and I have a debate as to whether or not I could be considered a true creative. He says yes, because he’s an extremely sweet glass-half-full, ever-encouraged optimist. I, on the other hand, say no (because I tend more to the pragmatic side).
I argue that I know true creatives and I’m not fit to dine at that table. My dad is a true creative. My friends Jen and Stacey? True creatives. My cousin and favorite graphic designer, Connie, is a true creative.
I would say that I’m an accidental creative. I do what I like, and sometimes those things end up being interesting and give the illusion of creativity. I’ll take it.
Writing columns was born of a place of need. I had thoughts that I needed to release, and stories that I needed to tell. I needed to find a way to laugh at my own ridiculous love life. The G-Spot was created, and I was fortunate enough to find people who would allow me to do it in a public forum.
And because I like to abandon all rules of journalism in my blog, I’ve provided you with a long (somewhat irrelevant) introduction and buried the lead, which is that I have another accidental endeavor that will be soon officially revealed.
If you’re fortunate enough to have escaped my endless chatter about this topic, I’m releasing a line of body products. At this point, they only amount to two body balms and two body scrubs, and the company name is Naturals by Gina B. I would tell you the individual names of the products, but I would have to kill you. I truly mean that, because they’re trademark pending and took a LONG time for me to decide on. I would literally kill for them.
There’s a story (because of COURSE there is). Long story short, I was unhappy with my hair. (If you know me personally, you will know that I’m ALWAYS unhappy with my hair) I was displeased because my naturally curly/wavy hair had been heat damaged and I’ve been left with areas that are straight and others that have remained curly, somehow. Not really high on the cuteness scale, and very distressing. I didn’t love any of the products on the market (and I have an entire closet full of them to prove it). So I decided that I was going to make a super-product myself that I would formulate specifically to address my issues and get my curls back.
Chemistry was one of my favorite subjects in high school — and in life, really. So I got busy blending natural ingredients and came up with a usable conditioner. I learned a harrowing lesson. The trouble is that, once damaged, curly hair can’t be restored (it’s still a hot mess and I will ultimately have to cut it in stages). However, I did really enjoy the residual effects that my concoction had on my skin. So, I retooled the product, worked on texture, and lo and behold, I had body butter.
I instantly fell in love with my own product because it was made with my issues in mind and addressed all of my needs for moisturized, glowing skin. I hate sticky products and watery lotions, and mine have none of those qualities. I also detested lotions and oils that soiled my clothes, and my concoction dried quickly on the skin without staining my garments. I could also use it on my face and it would eliminate the post-cleansing tightness without making me look like a walking oil slick.
I was lounging poolside in LA with a girlfriend. She needed oil and I offered mine. She wanted to know the brand, and I confessed that I had made it myself. She enthusiastically told me that I should think about marketing and selling them. I laughed and sipped my refreshing Chardonnay spritzer. What a cute and funny idea.
Then, as I began letting others try my product, they agreed. They say that it’s very emollient and works wonders on dry skin. And when the BF became addicted to another product that I made — the body scrub — I gave it serious thought. Love him, but he’s one of the most particular people I know.
So here we sit, nearly a year later. I’ve done endless market research. I’ve gotten deeper into the science of it — which has been SO much fun and rewarding. I’ve picked out packaging and sourced materials. I’ve turned my friends into my own personal guinea pigs and foisted samples upon unsuspecting strangers. I’ve created a list of future releases and I haven’t been this excited and anxious about anything in years. If ever. Who knew?
I will be keeping everyone posted on the official date of release. If you’re interested in trying a sample, let me know. The problem is that I’m not mailing anything yet, so you’ll have to be local and see me in person. If I don’t have any in my purse, the BF usually has a few tucked in his pockets.
I won’t harass anyone about trying my products. I only ask that if you’re one who consumes such products, that you will give mine a shot.