Beauty
A time to wash, and a time to… not
I have no way of explaining how it happens, but it does. That strange phenomenon of “timing.” I am not speaking of relationships… although I currently could… but no. Today, I am referring to, literally, the precision and accuracy of timing. When walking toward a curb, one begins calculating and adjusting her steps at least…
To wear or not to wear?
In light of the spirit of my last post, I feel a little bit embarrassed even asking this question, but… is it too early to wear white pants? I know, I know – who makes the rules? I shouldn’t care. I should ignore the culture, buck the trends, and do what I want, accepting myself…
Over it
I hate magazines. I once read some terrible statistic that the average person will only read 300 books in their entire life. That’s all. If that’s the truth, I’m already well on my way to being “average,” and magazines only propel this inclination. I stopped buying beauty magazines several years ago because they made me…
Cross my heart, hope to dye
The best thing about living alone is that there’s no one around. The worst thing about living alone is that there’s no one around. Allow me to explain. I left the gym at about 9:45 tonight, and was overwhelmed with the need – the NEED – to dye my hair. Not tomorrow, not next week…