I’m a sporadic sort. Flighty, inconsistent, unreliable. I’m a free-spirit damn it! I’m not ashamed of it, but I am often ashamed of the consequences of it. When it comes to my failures at being a lady, the thing that shows my inconsistency more than anything else is probably the condition of my nails.
My skin loves to play games with me. It’s like a frat boy. The ones who are 30 years of age but still frat boys. You see, my skin is not young or old, but it likes to act as if it has no idea what it’s doing, or with whom it’s loyalties should lie.
So I wanna be a lady… but YouTube is making me it’s b&%#%. Did you know that you too can be beautiful? Did you know that you can create the perfect cat eye, sew in your own weave, contour your face like the stars and do your own acrylic nails at home? But wait, there’s
So I decided that I am decidedly sick of having to deal with hair. I think, “Maybe I should just chop it all off again.” I promptly remember that I’ll regret it in a month. I sit in my neighborhood Starbucks and a girl walks in with the coolest mohawk, the sides of her hair
It’s nice to be thrifty but…. Damn is it nice to do things for oneself. Listen, I am the Queen of Thrifty and “Is it on sale?” and “Hell no, that’s way too much money!” I hate spending money, especially on myself. Well let me rephrase that: I used to hate it, now I just
Let me begin by saying that I’m a fairly classy girl. I believe myself to be, and I am. But gosh darn it… I’m sitting in the dentist’s chair trying my damnedest not to let the ashy, white line carved landscape of my heels show. I stretch my toes out, arching ballerina style. I cross
One of the most dreadful feelings I have as a woman is being in a room, dressed very comfortably (for me that’s jeans and a tank), hair in a ponytail and no makeup on when another woman struts in looking totally put together. Call me vain. Go ahead, do it. I always, always think to
So the other night I’m getting ready to go out with my best friend. I shower and get all dolled up. And because I want to be more of a lady, I had gone out and bought myself some new fragrances. I love a just showered smell, but I wanted a little extra. I smell
These past few days have been cold. By the standards of anyone else in any part of the country they’d say it was merely cool and pleasant. It was pleasant that I actually got to wear some winter clothes in January. The cold lasted only three days as is typical of Florida. But as is
A few months ago, a very good friend of mine mentioned that I don’t do many lady things, and that I should start. I think the wording was more “woman things”; lady fits my blog name better so there. Well, I was shocked, stunned, stupefied. What was the meaning of this? What did it all mean?