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| Photo Credit: Valerie Marie Photography |
I don’t know who styled Cinderella’s hair, but I got my fabulous cut at Salon Kimistry in Ypsilanti, MI. I was way overdue for a little self-care. My hair was experiencing some kind of transition, it was long on the sides and short in the middle. One could even say I was twinning with Bozo the Clown. The haircut was unplanned, but it was a welcome change.
My dress, not a ball gown, was from…the back of my closet, wedged between other exquisitely designed (regular) dresses on plastic hangers. I slipped into a soft, silk-like, sleeveless red dress on the day of my special event. Well, if you call tugging a dress over your shoulders and smoothing it over your muffin top, slipping it on, then that’s what I did.
I traded my glass slippers for red suede shoe boots. I was a diva for a day. I tried really hard to hold onto the look for the entire weekend since I had other events to attend. On day two, my look began to fall apart. It was like the little pig who lost his house at the hands of the big bad wolf.
My fake eyelashes looked like they had been through a windstorm. When I blinked my eyes, it felt like the eyelash was touching my forehead or the top of my eyebrows. The temporary eyelashes should have been removed long before I was forced to lay them to rest. However, I wanted them to last through all of my weekend events.
It was at that last event of the weekend, at the stroke of 5pm (ending time of the event), I lept from my chair, grabbed my belongings and ran from the building. I made it to my car, got in, slammed the door and peeled the fake lashes slowly from my eyes. I was back to normal. No more diva.
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| Girl let go of the lashes, you got your wear out of them |
You are beautifully and wonderfully made, don’t short change yourself. Indulge in pampering from time to time. Bring out the diva in you and have fun with it.
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| Photo Credit: Valerie Marie Photography |
I looove the article.. you look fabulous all of the time.
ReplyDeleteThanks Valerie.
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