It’s July. I like taking every month as a starting over point. So on Sunday I decided to try a different technique with my hair. Yes, this is a lame “starting over” point, but I was excited about it. After washing my hair and conditioning it 3 times, yes, 3 times and having it dry a different way (drying in two-strand twists and hand-raking it when slightly damp rather than just drying the poof and hoping for the best), I got good results! For those who have seen me with my ‘fro it might not look different, but it felt different. It was softer (maybe because of the conditioning) and I could separate my curls without worrying about frizz. Then end result was like so:
I don’t know about you guys but I loved it! Excuse my messy room in the background.
After dealing with my hair, I went to Sephora to get some free samples of foundation I had been eyeing that re supposed to be better for your skin. I was going to test Tarte and Smashbox, but switched to NARS after one of the sassy gay employees gave me a makeover. Let me tell ya, that was one of the funniest makeovers ever! We argued over skin tone matches and blush colors and weird gay couples that only date each other because they are of similar attractiveness and look related. (We had just spotted a couple both wearing red with short, wispy blonde haircuts and had tall muscular bodies. Like, where did you find your brother from another mother!? Geez!) After telling about his ex he convinced me to buy this cute natural pink lipstick and to try a makeup (free sample, what what!) that is meant to bring out a glow in dark, black women. When I rolled my eyes at him he told me his dark-skinned boss knows best. He then proceeded to show me. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Next story.
My mom created a monster with this hair, makeup, clothes and such. I never really put much effort into dressing myself beforehand. I wore bagging clothing mostly out of insecurity of my rather enormous chest, but mom and dad told me to cut it out earlier this summer and to start wearing clothes that fit and are decent. Boy, did they got their wish! There are soooo many cute clothes everywhere for the taking! It was something to get used to since I think it is silly to look cute going to the grocery store or to the coffee shop to put your face in a book. Mom’s justification: When you look good you feel good and who knows, you can meet someone! So, when at Mozart’s on Sunday I then realized many people dress up just to leave the house. This girl in the coffee shop was in a tight floral skirt, with a v-neck tucked into it and casual heels…something I would wear to a first date, not a coffee shop to study. She also had a cat Iphone case that came with ears.
I never understood those. Then, two of her friends dressed up in heels, dresses, and fancy shorts joined her. I’m like, well, I didn’t get the memo… After they had gotten their beverages and pastries…erm…pastry they whipped out their Olympus cameras and Iphones to post pictures of themselves, themselves with friends, themselves with beverage, themselves with pastry IN THAT ORDER to Instagram, FB and Twitter. This took ten minutes, at least. They faux ate for pictures then after about 10-15 minutes of playing model they decide to all share ONE mini pie pastry. This pie probably has a circumference of 5 inches. UGH, COME ON. I could eat 3 of those. I then realized that mom was on to something. Now, I know why people thought I was a rather large girl until they saw me in a swimsuit. Gosh, I’ve must’ve looked big! So my new motto is cute and comfortable.
Now that you have sat through all this self-centered mumbo jumbo, thank you! Have a fantastic 4th of July and stay cool in this scorching weather. :)