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This is one of those posts where I'm riskilly honest.  The kind where I don't sound politically correct but I hope you'll hear me out.  Where I admit things I'm not proud of. Ready?  Okay.  I used to ABHOR lipstick marks on coffee mug lids (as can be seen in photo below).  There, I said it. Now the funny thing to me is that the cup with the lipstick marks on the lid that you see in the picture belongs to none other than yours truly.  So let me explain.   I used to be the girl who subconsciously thought she was better because she didn't need lipstick to feel pretty or 3 coats of mascara just to leave the house.  I was proud to only wear a little bit of makeup (or none at all) and still feel like I looked like my normal, averagely pretty self.  When other girls talked about needing to reapply lipgloss or eyeliner, (especially in front of guys) I made it a point to not be lumped into their shallow activity and went out of my way to make it apparent t

Life is made of the strangest things. Helpless infants, helpless old people, sunsets, sunless tanner, broken hearts and hopes, natural highs, punk rock, musicals, weddings, fragranced body lotioin, dirt roads, authors, autistic people, kiddie pools, the ocean, cookouts, steakouts, netflix, knitting, nailpolish, mowing the lawn, eating out, the zoo, body spray, coffee, funerals, birthday parties, hot air balooning . . . The list goes on.  And I don't even have a theme in mind for this post as I write it, standing here in the middle of the cosmetics section of a department store.  Just that life is so full of EVERYTHING and at this very moment, I don't really know how to feel about that. A little scared, some disappointment and worry, some excitement and nervousness.  Exhaustion and the jitters.  Overwhelm, sadness, hope, neutrality, positivity, nothing at all. I guess I sort of do have a point, only because it's something I need to hear today. Life is huge.  And me

So, it's been a while since I've written, let alone written anything about my life.  We could take the traditional route where I categorize each thing and give you and update on them in an organized fashion, but I think it would be better if I just told you as if I had just seen you after a long time and you asked me what's going on for me.  That means it will be pretty surfacey for now, but maybe we'll get to the deeper stuff later. So, on with it. I'm doing pretty well. I'm engaged. September 12th. Yes, this year. Yeah everything is coming together pretty well and I'm so blessed by how many things came together  so easily-especially in the beginning, but my mom and I sat down this morning to talk about all the things that still have to happen and it was a little overwhelming, so I'm trying to get my butt into gear a little bit more. Yep, I'm working.  I actually work as a freelance makeup artist and skincare specialist for a couple of make

First of all, I just found out that this is a real thing.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Goblin Shark. In Other News... Pretend I could talk about this song I heard on the radio without really admitting that I listened to all of it.  Okay so I didn't  listen to this Nikki Minaj song all the way through (not).  As I was listening, I heard a catchy background vocal and wondered what the words were, so I listened a little closer and they were actually really good. " The night is still young, How dare we sit quietly and watch the world pass us by." Well said, Nikki Minaj (or whoever wrote that part of the song). Well said. How does this all tie together, you may ask?  Well I could just leave them as two completely separate stories, but where's the fun in that.  Also, if you've read my blog before, you know that's just not how I do around here. I philosophize like it's my job. So I'll tell you how they relate. I mean, did you know something

Hey! I'm back. After....well, this is embarrassing.  Okay.  Ten months.  It's been ten months. But rather than apologizing about that more than once right now (I'm sorry guys) I won't linger on the past. Let's just get moving on to what's going on right now. What's going on right now for me is some restlessness in my heart. Because I want to pursue this desire to write and express and create.  Create understated, everyday-beautiful, things that I perceive to be way beyond my skill level. I've finally figured out (with the help of the blog of one of my friends and the encouragement of my fianceé) that I'm in love with the idea of writing, and I have been for a while. Have you ever been on the cusp of something that you've dreamed of for a while, or even just discovered your passion for, but are petrified that you're going to screw up your shot at doing it right? It's not just the anxiousness to not waste my shot at making somet