Most women fall into certain patterns or categories when it comes to fashion: classic, safe, edgy, sexy, preppy, casual, glam, etc. I’ve prided myself on not fitting into any one category. Yes, it’s true that on a typical weekend you will likely find me wearing shorts and a tank top or jeans and a tank
Yeah yeah yeah, I’m sure it happens in the life of every woman. The lines connecting your nose to your mouth start asserting their presence on your face. Laugh lines they call them. How cute. How affectionate. Oh sure, I’ve always had them, but I assure you I’m beginning to feel like all of this
I wrote this post a few years ago when I was just starting out on my blog. I’ve been looking down at my hands these past few days and realize, for the hundredth time, that I still have the same problem I had then. Trying and failing to be a lady. So instead of rewriting,
Imagine this: you come home from a long day at work. The couch is there. It looks at you. You look at it. Cue romantic Little Mermaid “Kiss the Girl” music. This is what you’ve been waiting for. You dive onto the couch, not planning to move for at least 10 minutes. Your booty lands
“Hmm, what an interesting title….these two things clearly don’t go together,” says my curious reader. Well, dear reader, in the world I come from these go together like….spoons and spaghetti. But I make it work nonetheless! Let me explain how the crossroads of my life met one fateful day to reveal the ghetto in me.
So just like every other woman, I have boxes of hair products: heat protectant, curlers, hot curlers, curling irons, flatirons, moisturizers that you leave in or take out after 20 minutes, smoothers, anti-frizzers, detanglers, conditioners, hair masks (which my hair needs… It’s called weave)– everything a girl possibly needs to have beautiful, luxurious, silky, flowing-in-the-wind