The Chloe and Jane co-founder blog http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp Wed, 9 Dec 2009 14:22:00 GMT-8 Since launching our collection in December 2007, we've been growing bit by bit, and today we are celebrating our 2nd Birthday! Wahoo! We owe it all to you. Seriously. So thank you to all our fans, our amazing customers, and people in general who like us because their sister's name is Chloe. Or Jane. We wouldn't be here without you. Well, we'd probably be here . . . but in a very sad and lonely way that causes shame and a bit of humiliation. So please take a few moments to celebrate with us. Send us an email, or send out a tweet, or post a giant dancing hug onto youtube.com. Because we love parties! The balloons, the singing, the cake, the dancing, the police, the cleanup, the hangover. It makes everything worth it. xoxo, chloe & jane http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp?BlogID=20 Sat, 31 Oct 2009 8:17:00 GMT-8 Scary costumes freak me out. So I've spent the last 18 hours beautifying myself into Lady Gaga! Bronzing, waxing, tinting, silkifying, and injecting botox & collagen everywhere possible. Except now I'm feeling the pain. Swollen lips, permanent rosacea, puckered eyebrows, hair fringed, my body so tormented it looks like I've been rolling around in glass. So I'm going retro. Because who Screams Sexy better than Courtney Love? xoxo, Jane http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp?BlogID=8 Tue, 1 Sep 2009 9:04:00 GMT-8 Just like you, I remember my first date like it was yesterday. Fourth grade, and we were on the blacktop at Glen Elementary, watching the kickball championship. Me on the girl side, JJ on the boy side, when his friend walked over. Hey, he said. JJ wants to go with you. I took out my watermelon Lip Smacker and reapplied. Sure, I said. So that day after school, JJ walked me to the bus stop. We held hands. It was cool. Back when a first date meant something. xoxo, jane http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp?BlogID=9 Wed, 12 Aug 2009 9:07:00 GMT-8 As a general rule, I’m not into feet. Just mention the word, and my grandmother would spin stories till sunset about the drama of her tired, swollen, medicated feet. I’d grown so worried over the possibility of slipping the word "bunion" into an otherwise flirtatious conversation that I’d made a vow never to indulge in the subject. Until today. Now, thanks to our Ultra Smooth Body Butter I can discuss high arches, narrow heels, and big toes with free abandon. A Pedicure no longer means earplugs and matching Pirate eye patches. Though I still whisper “Arghh” to myself. Repeatedly. http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp?BlogID=10 Sun, 28 Jun 2009 9:14:00 GMT-8 I like change as much as the next woman entering mid-life with more questions than answers, but everyone knows that real change starts with paint from the Home Depot. Soon it’s custom cabinets, and interior designers, and a second story with a Martini Bar and Pool Hall crossing over to the neighbor’s cabana. Which is why a good Body Wash can be the basis for sanity. A simple way to get clean without too much thinking. Until the shower’s demolished to make room for that new claw-foot tub that’ll be arriving in 7-10 business days. xoxo, jane http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp?BlogID=13 Fri, 8 May 2009 9:12:00 GMT-8 I Love Mother’s Day! Truth be told, there are very few things better than garden parties. The fine china, fresh linens, a few thousand roses, and everyone sipping tea in the glorious sunshine. Each of us celebrating our beautiful heritage! Okay, maybe a shoe sale is better. A shoe sale + 40% off everything in sight + free valet parking! I invited Mom first thing, and she gasped in excitement, but then it sounded more like a sigh. And it hit me, let’s get tickets to go see Baby Mama! She just said, Baby What? But I’m over it now. The valet guy said my shoes were sexy hot. Plus he bought the popcorn. Monster bucket, extra butter. xoxo, chloe http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp?BlogID=12 Sun, 12 Apr 2009 9:23:00 GMT-8 I’ve had a fear of water ever since my 8th birthday when my well-meaning grandmother took me to the movies. Any movie you want! No rules! Obviously, she happily bought two tickets to JAWS. In Hawaii. And after years of therapy, I’ve finally learned to limit myself to showers. No oceans, no lakes, no pools. No bathtubs. Rivers, maybe. But only if I were really, really dirty, and had a date lined up at the campfire later that evening. So I love body wash: foam, scrub, wash, and rinse. All the while standing smack on top of tiny grated drain, protecting myself from anything that might pop out to devour me. xoxo, jane http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp?BlogID=14 Sun, 1 Mar 2009 9:09:00 GMT-8 I realize that millions of people arise each morning to sweat their stress at the gym, and terrify their bodies into obedience. Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-gym. Okay, maybe anti-Jim, but that's an entirely different story. Problem is, I feel a certain amount of guilt (yes, in my thighs) because I'm not taking part in this Very Important Ritual called Working Out. And it's not that I don't want to, because I do. Desperately. So that I sound cool: "Me? I'm training for my 3rd Boston Marathon," or "Sure, I swam Alcatraz last year," or "Let me tell you, the Amazon is a lot more dangerous on a Mountain Bike!" But then, maybe I just need a new hairstyle. xoxo, jane http://www.chloeandjane.com/freedrama.asp?BlogID=11