Am I the only person who chooses to greet the day with this face? (I'm OK with that.) Happy Wednesday, party people. Onwards and upwards...
Honorable Mentions.
Sometimes in life, people, strangers, pass through and offer us what we need at the right time. Whether it's a smile, a seat on the train, or offering you half of their sandwich because they caught you eyeing it on an airplane and heard your belly grumbling angrily and likely wanted to avoid some type of violence (true …
Level: I’m Not Ready. (And Neither Are You.)
That's where the fangirl level has landed. I'm neither ready nor can I handle this. (Awesome pictorial courtesy of Tumblr and Rhapsody Magazine)
Blogtober (Redux) #21: The Underground (And the Rediscovery of Chivalry)
Public transportation is the lifeblood of city life in London. The London Underground (aka The Tube), buses--I experienced them all while in the city, and quite extensively, as my friend that hosted me doesn't own a car. So from the moment I landed at Heathrow Airport to the moment I went back to Heathrow to …
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Meanwhile, in Paris…
La femme. L'homme. Le sigh.
Dear Solange…
I don't talk about you a lot on here, which is a bit confusing, being that musically and style-wise and hair-wise, I adore everything about you. Nevertheless, we will lovingly blame Lupita, who fills up a lot of my time and leaves no room for anyone else. But trust that I stalk follow you on …
It’s a Swap Thing. (Blogtober #27)
This past weekend, me and a good friend decided to host a Natural Hair Swap Party. And it was all kinds of awesome. The Original Plan: a year ago, as my friends sat in a car and discussed the different products we use for our natural manes and how effective/ineffective they were, I found it interesting …
An October Complaint. (Blogtober #21)
You've been warned. I should tell you that I was going to talk about positive things today: the lovely cool weather I met this morning, the fall leaves changing, all that. Instead, I'd like to discuss why women are rude to other women. We need to figure out why, lest I'm arrested for placing my hands around …
This Square Peg. 