Child Labor, Live Theater & What to do when your hairdresser moves away… #CoffeeTalk

Have you seen the news about the chocolate companies use forced child labor?

chocolate bar

I think I sorta knew this but didn’t really give it a lot of thought. Gah… I mean. I would LOVE to only give out free trade, organic, non-GMO candy on Halloween. But it’s just not realistic. I suppose I could give out all non-chocolate candy. Or no candy… if I want my house to get egged. And then what about all the crap my kids bring home? Even as anti-sugar as I am, I have never been able to bring myself to deny my kids the annual ritual of the trick-or-treat.

I was all ready to Instagram a photo of my huge stash of Halloween candy that I picked up yesterday at CVS and title it, “May the trick-or-treating commence!” Glad I didn’t have time . . . I saw Kristin’s post last night and was suddenly glad I’d been too busy to post. Because WHO wants to be supporting forced child labor in 3rd world countries? It’s horrific.

But how am I supposed to send my kids out trick-or-treating and then take all their cheap chocolate child labor candy away? And what good does that do the situation anyway? It was already purchased.

Sigh . . . everything seems so complicated these days, even the most common holiday traditions.

In other news, I am feeling more energetic and more like myself. It’s such a relief. Unfortunately my plantar fasciitis on the right foot is already acting up, and I’m still having a lot of pain in the area where the stress fracture is/was on my left foot. I’m terrified that it’s still broken, but I’ve done nothing out of the ordinary except a couple of mild strength training sessions and a few walks around the block with the dog.

And the plantar is just . . . well . . . I can’t even. I CAN’T EVEN. I mean, I have done n o t h i n g. For so long. Blergh.

Last night I had the opportunity to see Newsies at the Academy of Music in Philadelphia. It was fantastic. I went with my longtime friend Sarah and her daughter. I would post a picture, but we were scuttling in late because traffic was so horrendous last night and we never got a chance for a photo opp. Such is the story of my life!! If you have a chance to see it, you should go. The choreography was insane. It’s a large cast, and the vocals were outstanding. I was exhausted, having been up since 4AM, but I couldn’t look away. It was a great time. Nights like this, I’m always so grateful that I live in a large metropolitan area.

Yesterday I said good-bye to my faithful hairdresser of the past three years. This is the guy who convinced me to chop my hair when it was thinning so badly, and he’s seen me through the whole process of having it grow back in. I know that it wasn’t my prior hairdressers who thinned out my hair, but for some reason I . . . I dunno. I just trust him implicitly with my hair, and we ladies KNOW how monumental that is!!!!

I found out a few weeks ago that he and his wife are moving to Colorado. Totally out of the blue. I got the whole back story yesterday, and I’m happy for them. But . . . what about meeeeeee??????

What do you do when you need to find a new hairdresser?

I kind of want to keep going back to his salon just because they have my hair color on file and it’s perfect for me.

Maybe I should just move to Boulder. Hmmm….

I’ve been out of the house most of the past two days, and it’s catching up with me. I have so much I want to do for the blog, and the distractions just keep coming. Every time I open my email, I’m reminded of 25 more things I need to do. I was hoping to attend an event at the King of Prussia mall that a local blogger is hosting today, but now I am going to have to bag it and stay home and get caught up.

Not only do I have a few posts I’m working on and a lot of tweaking of ye olde blawg that needs to be done, but I also have to finish gathering the necessary accouterments for my daughters’ Halloween costumes and carve out time (haha) to turn the pumpkins on my front porch into proper Jack-O-Lanterns.

Add to that, a home-cooked meal might be nice. With the exception of a lame pasta bake I threw together on Monday, we haven’t had one since last week sometime. So much for real food and all that.

So yeah, that’s where I am.

You guys, these #coffeetalk posts are starting to wane because there doesn’t seem to be as much interest. Talk to me.