I’m still getting the hang of calling myself a woman, is that weird? 23 years into this life thing and, for some reason, I don’t feel like an actual woman yet. Most of it has to do with materialism. I suppose that after
I really felt ready to come back the last time I spoke to you all after my little blogging break. I was certain everything was back on track and I’d really love to blame Mercury going retrograde but, July was my toughest month of an otherwise beautiful 2019. I had mental breakdown after mental breakdown, I strayed from my spirituality as a result, choosing to wallow in my negative emotions and close myself off to actually facing my internal struggles… I was a mess.
Look who’s back from a short blogging break!
We’ve made it to yet another month and I’m honestly very thrilled to be free of my college stress for at least a few weeks to get back into the swing of blogging and focusing my energy on my other passions.
I think I’m pretty lucky to have been born between two eras— the one where cellphones were being introduced along with other life changing technologies, and the one where we transitioned from things like cassettes, VHS tapes and floppy disks to DVDs (and now streaming) and USB sticks for our convenience. Even though I can actually say I watched the world evolve, there are times when I miss how simple things used to be.
This past week was nothing short of amazing! It was probably my best week of the year thus far because it was packed with alignment and a whole bunch of moments that made me smile and it all began with me setting the intention at the start of the week that the Universe would surprise me throughout the week.
Often times, giving up feels like the best option. You’ve tried numerous times to make something work, you invested money, time and emotions you can never get back but it doesn’t seem like you’re moving forward. It’s happened to me. There are plenty of occasions that I’ve poured my sweat and tears into something that I really wanted to make a success out of… but nothing. And when everyone you know is easily attaining everything they want, feeling like total crap is the only way to go, right? No!
This past week was definitely a bit of a drag for me but that’s the beauty of life, right? Challenges. Times like these often force me to find the good and I did!
Valentino strikes again with yet another breath taking collection and this time, my inner amateur aesthete was swooning. From the comfort of my bed, popcorn made, tea cup cooling off slightly from my night stand while the thunder hummed outside, promising Johannesburg some much needed rainfall, I watched this beautiful fashion show on YouTube (in my imagination, I was actually front row so…) to bring you this blog post about my first impression of this collection.
The evolution of eyebrows has been wild over the last few decades, in all honesty. I went from watching my mom pluck all her brows off only to draw them back on as tadpoles when I was a child, to having my daughter watch me tweeze mine and fuss over an eyebrow powder pellet which had its wax almost running out, add to that, being low on my MAC concealer and having to find a way to make it give me proper coverage (on my lazy days) to give me a freshly tweezed look as I try and find the day’s perfect eyebrow shape because mine don’t even try to be identical (some days are for bad bitch high arches and other days… well, I try).