If you’ve ever really tried to go thrifting, you know how incredibly frustrating it can be, especially if you’re used to an “in and out” style of shopping. I really wish I had the patience to search for gems but alas, I do not. But this young lady does and does it exceptionally well.
Lets face it: if a man must live with a woman, he’s going to want a space to call his own. A place of escape from the nagging and demands of doing humdrum tasks. He would escape to the infamous man cave. On the radio this morning, they were discussing how men desire this space to do manly things. Just as men crave having a space of their own away from their spouses, so do women.
There’s no better way to spend this holiday than by vegging out and watching a few good flicks.
In honor of hard-working individuals everywhere, here are five must-see movies.
The Butler – If you overlook how creepy Forest Whitaker looks, it really is a superb film. And Oprah did an AWESOME job.
Last weekend, I attempted to put a new twist to the classic french roll of the early 90’s. You know it well. I’m sure your mom rocked the hell out of it every week for church. I happen to love anything classic so I added two different styles at the front for interests sake.
For the longest time, I gave not even an iota of care about what anyone thought of me. But as of late, I’ve mulled and mulled over making certain decisions because I was unsure of what other people would think.
Will I be judged for posting this picture? Is someone going to think I’m conceited? Will they think I’m overly ambitious for pursuing this project? Will what I put out be accepted?
New flash: they probably already think all of the above.
The beauty of life and growth is not allowing what other people think to cripple you. What other people think of you should not stop you from being your genuine self!
One of the most liberating things you can do is accept yourself for who you are at the present moment. Your no college degree having, gap-toothed, over-analytical, wide-hipped, over zealous self. Because when you have love of SELF, the outside forces cannot destroy you.
Sharing your light is what matters. If you’re too concerned with the thoughts of others, how can you share your light? How others perceive you is not your business or your reality.
Random but, I just felt like sharing.
I’m not sure how else to say that I’m sick of the rain. Apparently, I’ve been living in Seattle for the past few months and it’s soooo depressing.
When I was in college, I always dressed up really nice on rainy days. With that in mind, I picked the brightest pieces from my closet to wear to church.
I recently celebrated my two year nappiversary! I totally haven’t posted any pictures yet because…I’m lazy. I did get my hair straightened, though. Friday, I decided to try a curly look using the bantu knot style. I personally think this style looks best on straightened or longer hair. But, do you. Mine came out alright for my first time.
Oh wait, my face. So, I’m pretty much obsessed with wearing pony tails when my hair is straight. For some reason, I don’t know whether it was the gel or humidity, but one side of my hair would not stay in the pony tail. It kept trying to revert to its curly state. Which is how I ended up doing bantu knots.
All I used was Beautiful Textures Moisture Butter on my ends. I two-strand twisted each section, then twisted a second time to wrap it around. I secured each section with pins. Covered with a silk bonnet before bed and that’s it.
I’ve read a lot of books that have shook me up inside and most recently, that has been The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz. It’s a quick but poignant and necessary read. I felt it in my heart to give this to one of you, my faithful readers, as a gift. I know it blessed me tons so I want to share the knowledge.
There was that time two years ago when I was a bit bolder. I wore this crop top once a week during that summer.
Something about a crop top that makes you feel brazen. A tad bit seductive without being undeniably overt.
Summertime is the only time it’s appropriate (IMO) to wear the least amount of clothes possible. No one cares. It’s too freaking hot for layers, scarves, and all other restrictive apparel.
These ladies got the drift.
Recently, my grandfather had open heart surgery. Not sure how that affected everyone else but it made me very scared being that he’s my only surviving grandparent. Yesterday was his 80th birthday and I’m so glad that God saw fit that we could all spend a little time with him. He is a very caring and quiet man and I love him very much.