A Little Late: Sugar N’ Spice VoxBox Review

I slacked on this, but better late than never.

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Dickinson’s Brand Witch Hazel Wipes

I’ve been using witch hazel on horses for years, but never on my own skin. Just when the VoxBox arrived I had been suffering from an awful reaction from new makeup on my face and neck. Within 24 hours the dermatitis was visibly reduced and within days it was completely clear, also saving my skin from harsh anti-breakout products.

belVita Breakfast Biscuits

They were yummy, sure, but all they did was make me hungry. If you’re one of those people who hates eating breakfast it’s probably a good option, but I’m not one of them.

Colgate Optic White

I haven’t used the toothpaste yet due to an already open tube of another brand I want to finish, but the tooth brush and mouthwash are great!

Vaseline Spray and Go

It was a little messy at first — I had to be careful not to miss my skin or else my bathroom turned dangerous with slippery tile. It did soak in nicely though and is quicker than pumping out enough lotion to cover all of my limbs.

NECTRESSE™ Sweetener

I had never heard of this before and tried it in my chai tea where I usually use regular sugar or Splenda. It was VERY sweet. Much sweeter than sugar or any substitute. Once I knew to only use half as much, it really was great. I don’t bake (I burn everything that goes into an oven), but I’m interested to see how some of the recipes turn out with it.

 

 

The Pony of a Lifetime

My mom created a Flickr account, scanning countless pictures of me and my siblings growing up. I came across one picture of my sister riding Kirby.  Kirby was not a fancy show pony. She was round with a thick neck and legs we used to say “went like an eggbeater.” She was a real live Thelwell pony. What made Kirby stand out though, was her heart. For anyone who doesn’t know horses, it probably sounds crazy, but there are some who really love there job. Kirby was one of them. She carried me around for two years, including my first horse show and years later, my sister took over. There were children before us and long after us.

Millbrook's Morning Star aka Kirby

Kirby and Carly, 1997

Kirby and Me, May 1994

I loved my other ponies and horses to death, but they tested you, they spooked and shied and bolted. Kirby’s priority was the child on her back. She never faltered, never took a second look. You could almost read her mind when she was in the ring: “I got this kid, just enjoy the ride.”

Kirby passed away several years ago at the old age of 34 and though she had been out of the show ring for some time, she carried kids around until the end. Every time they tried to retire her she’d stop eating, lose weight…become depressed, because she loved what she did. Slowly over two decades, three states, and six barns, I’ve finally realized there will never be another Kirby. I know now how lucky I am to have been taught by her…to have known her.