I have no doubt that men go through the blues. Nevertheless, I feel that as women, our hormonal shifts and complicated emotions just put us through the ringer, sometimes on a daily basis. And by the blues, I mean days that you, as a woman, open your eyes and just see the universe covered in the blue …
The Fall Ruby Woo Rule. (Blogtober #15)
You know how much I love my MAC Ruby Woo lipstick. A reminder. It's my go-to when I dress up and it's also my burst of color for any casual outfit. I love it like crazy. But the thing is, I rarely wear my Ruby Woo when I head into the OK Corral, the 9-to-5, …
About your Author. (Blogtober #13)
So why do you love autumn so much? There's something about that crisp, fall breeze that fills me with hope. It just makes me want to pursue my goals. You do realize that things are dying in the fall? To prepare for winter? Yeah, I know. It just seems weird to put an entire season …
Peplum and Me.
I was so with the peplum craze when it all started. I thought it was such a classy look, for one thing, and/or something to dress up an otherwise casual outfit. It really was a pleasure to see ladies rocking their peplum outfits all around me. But there was no way I was joining them. See, …
For the Mister.
Dear Future Mister, Here are a few things to know and note: I'm moody. I won't qualify it with a comment about females and hormones. I was simply born moody. Sometimes it won't be your fault. Don't worry. When it is, I'll try to communicate that. When it's my fault, I'll try to communicate that, too. …
…so she did.
Oh, hi. Yes, I'm alive. I'm aliiiive. It's been a while, hasn't it? What I can say? I've been all over the place. So what did she (being me) do? I made strides on that musical bucket list by seeing this gentleman in concert last month. Even better, I took my mom and we screamed like …
Car 54?
Where are you? I'm here. I try my best to post most of the week, but this week has been filled with stressful days at work, wanting to commit assault because of said stress but ultimately resisting for fear of a jail sentence that won't be interrupted by my mother paying my bail (she won't pay, y'all), …
Belly Love.
I saw this question on a post from The Curvy Fashionista from last year and was moved to answer the call. Thanks for the inspiration, TCF. Ok, here we go. Dear Belly, You're giving me the side eye, aren't you? Because I chose you as the favorite part of my body? And you're like, please …
Fabu Fashion Wednesday.
Ok, so this post isn't about music, but the choices I made below are like music to my ears, so we're going to run with that. Welcome to another intermittent submission for the fashion files. Wanted to share what I wore to the j-o-b today, particularly because it's a step outside my style comfort zone. Further …
difficult names.
When I was a teenager, I lied about my name. True story. (Oh, irony.) My old friends once asked me what my middle initial, "O", stood for. I didn't tell them the truth. I didn't want anyone to know my very African middle name. I had visions of them balking and laughing and eyes widening …
This Square Peg. 