My LifeStyle, My Melanin, Me: Off the Beaten Path.
I went to the park yesterday. My essentials:
• Mask 😷
• Sunnies 😎
• Lipstick that means nothing underneath the mask but essential for selfies 💄💋
• A sweater for the delightfully mid-50s autumnal day 🍂🍁
Hope your weekend was bon. Onwards…
When COVID ends, you’ll find me outside.
Happy Sunday.
Sundays were my favorite growing up.
Comics. Some of you out there remember newspapers. I still love them. When I was a wee Square Peg, my pops would buy the giant Sunday version of The Washington Post, which meant a voluminous comics section, which meant a color comics section, at that (the weekday comics were black and white), which meant me spending hours upon hours in our basement, reading and laughing at the antics of Beetle Bailey, Blondie, Cathy, and breathlessly seeing the latest in Peter Parker’s unrequited love for Mary Jane Watson. It was glorious. I also loved reading the Style section and perusing others parts of the paper, filling my mind with facts and people and stories. I’d wait for my Dad to finish reading and then he’d over a section to me. These were our moments and I remember them well.
Coffee. This didn’t only happen on Sundays, but the memory of Sundays and doing this is vivid: my mom would drink her warm cup of java and leave a little behind for me. I’d “sneak” into the kitchen and finish it up, swooning over her masterful mix of coffee, cream, and sugar. Glorious. These days, I can’t handle the caffeine like I used to, but boy, did I love standing by the kitchen counter and taking in that warm sweetness.
Feeling nostalgic today. Did you have a favorite day growing up?
Saturday means groceries and apparently, this Saturday meant breathtaking sticker shock when the lovely cashier pronounced my total at the Target register.
Sure, there were a few things in my cart that I didn’t originally have in mind when making my mental grocery list. But still. Did I purchase furniture? No. So why did my bill look like I bought a gold-plated lamp?
Le sigh.
I enjoy Target for a variety of reasons, the adherence to masks and social distancing by most of the other shoppers being the main thing. But does anyone else feel a sting in the wallet when it comes to paying for purchases??
Ah, well. C’est la vie and bon Saturday.
Hey, y’all.
So a good friend of mine threw a beautiful get-together yesterday with a lovely theme: Bloom Where You Are Planted. It was a company of women sharing their favorite quotes or scriptures, dressed or accessorized in a floral theme, ready to swap $3 gifts, and overall gathering together to encourage, uplift, and upbuild. So moving and beautiful. I decided to wear something casually floral and went with a floral blouse, duster, jeans, and booties. Below.
Deets: Duster and blouse from my boyfriend Ross (the store, not um, an actual person); jeggings from Walmart (don’t sleep; I like paying $9-$12 for pants and I’m not ashamed to admit it); booties from Old Navy.
Can I say that I loved my ‘fit? For me, it was the right mix of fun and feminine; chic and casual. I was quite happy with it.
So makeup: I’ve been really focusing on my eyes lately. Eyeliner has become my bestie, basically. I like playing with the natural shape and clearly I like a dark, smoky look.
Eyes: Revlon Liner; Clapback lipstick by Fenty Beauty used as a shadow
Foundation: Lancôme Teint Idole Ultra Longwear Foundation (loving this new find); I believe my Lupita is one of their brand ambassadors
Cheeks: Black Radiance blush; Mariah Carey highlighter
Lippie: Smashbox Matte Lipstick, shade: Girl Gang
That’s the lewk. It was a lovely event and a beautiful day.
Oh: here is the quote I chose for the event.
Enough said.
How was your Saturday?
That’s how I describe the air in a museum. It’s just a wholly amazing atmosphere and I’m always here for it. Yesterday, my girls and I headed downtown into Dallas and I finally, finally visited the Dallas Museum of Art. I’ve lived here for two years and have been aiming to go ever since I arrived in this town, and life happened, but I’m happy to say that it all came to pass. It was exhilarating. Yes, I’m one of those people that stands in front of artwork and wildly gesticulates as she describes brush strokes and archetypes and symbols and rococo and so on and so forth. A slideshow of my pics from the artistic afternoon await you below (look for the Ghanaian artifacts, as well).
Bon Monday. Do you love museums and galleries and art, oh my? Let me know in the comments below…
Guess who went to the mall today…
Yes, I did a tiny bit of Sunday shopping.
(1) Cat eye sunnies from New York & Company
(2) New lipstick and lip liner from MAC: Smoked Purple and Nightmoth, respectively. (The saleslady was slick; she heard me saying that I had no intention of purchasing makeup and then sweetly asked me to try on the lippie above to see if what I “thought” about it. Hook–line–sinker. That smoked purple. Y’all? A beauty. Pics coming tomorrow.
Happy Sunday.
It’s a gorgeous day. It’s edible and gorgeous and autumnal and even warmer here than the season calls for. Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are.
After three weeks of rain, this weekend welcomed that sky and that glow below. Photos taken by yours truly from her couch, as she takes in the lovely, dry day. Happy Sunday.
As seen on the Twitter, tweeted by Reese Witherspoon, retweeted by Ava Duvernay, and infinitely loved by me and all fall lovers out there.
Happy Saturday, y’all. Get lit.
