I think I'm becoming more like my mother. And I am PISSED about it. When I was younger, I did very little with my mom. My parents are from rural NC and I spent every summer there with my grandparents. For many years, I was the only grandchild, so I was doted on beyond anything you can imagine. Things that i never got to do with my mom, my grandmother gladly did with me. My mother was too _______ (pick a word) to be bothered with me, but I never stopped wanting to spend time with her. As the years went by, my mother became increasingly more "tired"; too tired, in fact, to make the time to do anything in the form of real quality or valuable time. Often, I found myself a tag-along with my friends and their parents: roller skating, movies, barbecues, even family vacations and parties. My mother NEVER failed to remind me that I should stay home and "leave those people alone before I wear out my welcome because nobody wanted to deal with me", but they'd always ask me to accompany them and I always wanted to go. So, I did. At one point, though, my mother stopped giving me permission to go anywhere with my friends and their families, claiming I needed to stay home and read, color, or find something else productive to do within the confines of our home. When I would ask why, she never really gave an answer. However, when I'd ask her to join me in at-home activities, she was always too tired, too busy cleaning, or too busy reading. Now, as an adult, I watch my mother spend gobs of time with my younger sister, her favorite. The resentment and bitterness is, ahem, at times suffocating.
Now, as a mother, I find that I too am growing tired. I work full time job that I love but with co-workers that I despise and am the sole bread-winner for this household; I am studying to be certified as a professional organizer during the evenings and I do professional organizing gigs on spare weekends; I am also *as many of you know* an up-and-coming makeup artist locally--though still dreaming of reaching celebrity status daily--which means finding and taking affordable classes, keying shoots, and working fashion shows; I am gearing up to go to custody war with Isayah's father in the spring; I'm in my best friend's June wedding, for which I'm serving as the Maid of Honor AND the makeup artist for the Bridal Party...which includes planning and executing a flawless successful Bridal Shower and Bachelorette Party for a very specific and detail oriented bride *GULP*...NONE of which I've ever planned or even BEEN TO (let alone IN)*double GULP*; I'm trying to teach myself to create boundaries for the people in my life so that I can have more time to breathe, including my ex-boyfriend who is now married and living overseas but there are still feelings for each other but we want to work past that and maintain the friendship that we love *hyperventilating*; I'm also in the process of trying to stay afloat financially on a not-so-great income and NO CHILD SUPPORT; I also have to remember that the key in my field of work is networking, advertising, and getting my name out there *wherever the hell "there" is* so I have to wear makeup generally everyday, even when I don't feel like it...who'll believe I'm a makeup artist if my face is always bare? I also have to keep Isayah abreast of sporting events (basketball, football, baseball, track, and camps) which mean uniforms, fees, and traveling to practice and games; his after school activities (dance and tae kwon do); church and family (Forestville, DC, and Richmond); and then I still have to find him a qualified mentor (I'll tell you all THAT story in a later post). Oh, and lets not forget about planning play dates and sleepovers.
On top of all of that, I still have to find time to do my own hair (DC rates for sew-in weaves are ABSURDLY high), get my nails done, meditate, read for work, read for my own pleasure, stay current and keep my skills sharp in both careers, argue with my dad about why I won't come home, collect tear sheets from different magazines each month for my inspiration book, stay on top of my yearly, quarterly, monthly, weekly, and daily goals, make time to check in with both my mentors who hold me accountable for EVERYTHING, volunteer, STAY CELIBATE, buy clothes/groceries/shoes, beat the hell outta my 2 cats for chewing everything that's not nailed down and/or using the bathroom in random places in my apt and stinking up my place to all hell. And if I'm not dead after all that, I STILL have to keep the house clean. Oh, and blog.
I find myself telling Isayah that we'll do something "later" or "when I've rested" or "tomorrow". And I hate it. HATE.IT. www.itmakesmesick.com. I KNOW how disgusted I am with my mother for not even caring enough to make time for me-then AND now--and I refuse to do that to him. I try to make time for going to the movies, out to dinner, etc during the week after tae kwon do but before bedtime.
*I'm tired just typin about doing all that shit*.
Since taking on the role of being a full time parent, doing it by myself, my energy has takin a sharp dive southward. I've never been one to exercise or eat healthily; never felt the need. So i NEVER got that energy boost that most ppl claim to get. NOT.ONCE. When i do exercise, I always feel drained after. The first and only thing I ever wanna do after a workout is take a nap. So I'm wondering: where do other single parents get the energy, and how in the f*ck do they make it look so effortless? My Guru warned me about buying into how effortless and stress-free other ppl make their lives appear, lol. "They are JUST AS stressed as you, only about different things. Don't believe the hype. And don't put so much pressure on yourself to do 12 things at once. It may not be feasible to do it all. And that's okay." Uh, but it's not.
So, on days like today, when I only have the energy to blog and eat breakfast and watch a movie...am I being lazy or am I just tired? I think I've-officially-become perpetually tired. All the time. I don't think I've said the words "I'm just SOOOO tired" more at any time in my entire life. And I just turned 29. Yesterday, I went to get fitted for my MOH dress for the wedding, and when I walked out, I could barely see...I was in such a daze. I mean, I was so disoriented I was actually turning around in circles, unaware of which way to go. I did not know I'd gotten that BIG!! Seeing it in print...made it so...REAL. And the only thing I could think of was "how in the WORLD am I gonna find energy and time to exercise?? Food is my only comfort right now, I know I won't give it up. What am I gonna do????"
And before you start throwing advice and judgment my way, trust me, I already know most of what you're gonna say. Blah, Blah, Blah is what it's gonna sound like to me right now. Blogging, eating, and listening to music are the only things I find joy in these days. Oh, and this.
Today, while watching ATL during breakfast, I made a discovery. Watching the skating scene, seeing how much they enjoyed themselves, I was reminded of when I was younger and constantly bragged to my friends that i didn't need to try drugs or alcohol because i was high on life. Though my life wasn't a prison sentence, it wasn't all roses either. I made the best of what I had, and I always had big dreams. My dreams of having a better life sustained me, gave me an innate joy that I thought would never leave. One of T.I.'s lines was "My daddy always said 'dreaming is a luxury of children'. Now that I'm a man, I think he was right...."
Now that I"m a woman, I don't necessarily agree that I can't dream as an adult, but I do understand why most adults feel this way. I've lost that joy. I still have my dreams, and they're still big...but most days, I'm ashamed to admit that I'm too tired to remember why I'm doin all this. I mean, there's almost nothing I do that I enjoy. I need to go back and refer to my happy list. But, I'm afraid I threw it away a while ago, thinking I wouldn't have time to do anything on it anytime soon.
I don't know if there's a way to tell if I'm being lazy or if I'm just tired, but either way something's gotta give. My Guru thinks I may be headed for a heart attack, and has PROMISED (not threatened, but promised) to find whatever hospital I'm in and blacken both of my eyes if I drive myself to a heart attack or stroke. That's not cute. I'm too light-skinned and pretty to have black eyes :~((. I'ma do better....I'ma just have to get back to you on how.
Sigh.
I AM NOT becoming like my mother. I will figure something out. I will NOT become that lady who gives up her life to be a mother and only identifies as such, staying home night after night, no socializing, no friends, no fun, no joy. I'm going to stop it NOW. i will. i will. i just made the decision. take it to the bank.
Good afternoon to everyone. Remember to make today a beautiful day.
Love.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Dating and The Single Mom
So, how do you feel about dating as a single parent? I am in the middle of transitioning into almost no dating at all. It is difficult finding time to have a social life and still be a good parent (the understatement of the year, I know.) , especially when you have relatively high standards.
I'm finding that, as I get older, I'm becoming more aware of myself, my needs, and yes, my faults (yes, I have them. SHOCKING, I know...). This awareness makes it much easier to be ready to date. I feel...more prepared somehow. Armed, if you will. I think I fought being a single parent for so long because I wasn't willing to have these standards. Not willing to think about how the person I may be dating will affect my son's life...how he will be impacted. I wanted to find a man for my very own, to fill my own needs, to be here for me....damn everyone else. It had more to do with growing up being treated like a stepchild and always having to share my stuff, my life, my everything but having no one share any of their stuff with me. I hated sharing growing up. I ALWAYS had to give my stuff away for one reason or another...but there was not a SOUL to give me ANYTHING. and I just had to deal with it. So, as an adult, when i found something (or searched for something) that I wanted to be mine, my mind would shut everything else out and just focus on me and my own needs. If it didn't fit in with anyone else's needs, then...oh well. (i know.)
It took me a WHILE to grow out of that selfishness. There are definitely times when I'd like to revert back to it, lol, but I don't. Now that I've been around the dating block a few times, there are just certain things I won't let into my life, certain people that can't even break the barrier. My life is, officially, the bat cave in my dating life. I find that so many guys don't respect the single mom code; maybe they don't understand it. But, we've all seen Jerry Maguire. You can't shop lift the pooty. It's wrong on so many levels. Dating a single parent--not just a mom-- is sacred because of the children involved. And single parents hold their potential dates to a much different standard (the good ones do, anyway).
Not only do we have to sort thru the regular bullshit that other single people do, but we have to hold this person up to a light bulb and comb them with the finest tooth comb sold on the market. They must pass to the microscopic inspection. ESPECIALLY moms with boys. Its so critical to be sure that the man ur bringing into your life is not only good enough to be the king of your castle and the head of YOUR household....not only must he be financially able, attractive, funny, trustworthy, and kind. But He must be firm enough to be assertive and/or aggressive when necessary, he MUST know how to lay the pipe, and he must also respect the bond shared with you and the child prior to his arrival. Oh, and he has to have good personal hygiene. You'd think that's a given but you'd be SOOOO surprised. I also have to make sure he's trustworthy around my son, that he won't fill his mind with all sorts of nonsense when I'm not around, and that he'll teach him how to be a REAL man...that he's available enough (emotionally and otherwise) to open himself up to the scrutiny of an impressionable 9 year old....and show himself to be a standup guy. Not a real ni**a, but a real MAN. there's a whole lotta difference. And I can't proceed until I know that HE knows the difference.
NO BA, NO BS, NO BB:
No Bitchassness
No Bullshit
No Bad Breath
NO WAY, NO HOW.
*whew* i'm tired for this man already, lol. unfortunately for lame ass dudes, these are things I can't compromise on so they will get passed on each and every time. Nope. Thanks, but I'll pass.
We're heading into autumn which means football practice, school is in session, dance classes start soon, and I'll be working on photo shoots more than weddings. There could be room for dating--especially since this is the perfect season for bunning up with someone who's incredibly sexy and smells yummo, lol. But, truthfully, I'm okay with taking my time right now. I have a potential in mind; we're taking it a day at a time. I'm famous for rushing in and getting in over my head (lmao) but after how my LAST relationship ended, I'm willing to wait and do it right.
IN the meantime, I'm enrolling my son in as many athletic, mentor, and performance programs as I can find and afford. lol, you know me: when all else fails, lose yourself in your work. Hey, it takes up time, it wears you out, its productive...don't knock it till you've tried it. It kills SO many birds with only one stone.
Any thoughts?
I'm finding that, as I get older, I'm becoming more aware of myself, my needs, and yes, my faults (yes, I have them. SHOCKING, I know...). This awareness makes it much easier to be ready to date. I feel...more prepared somehow. Armed, if you will. I think I fought being a single parent for so long because I wasn't willing to have these standards. Not willing to think about how the person I may be dating will affect my son's life...how he will be impacted. I wanted to find a man for my very own, to fill my own needs, to be here for me....damn everyone else. It had more to do with growing up being treated like a stepchild and always having to share my stuff, my life, my everything but having no one share any of their stuff with me. I hated sharing growing up. I ALWAYS had to give my stuff away for one reason or another...but there was not a SOUL to give me ANYTHING. and I just had to deal with it. So, as an adult, when i found something (or searched for something) that I wanted to be mine, my mind would shut everything else out and just focus on me and my own needs. If it didn't fit in with anyone else's needs, then...oh well. (i know.)
It took me a WHILE to grow out of that selfishness. There are definitely times when I'd like to revert back to it, lol, but I don't. Now that I've been around the dating block a few times, there are just certain things I won't let into my life, certain people that can't even break the barrier. My life is, officially, the bat cave in my dating life. I find that so many guys don't respect the single mom code; maybe they don't understand it. But, we've all seen Jerry Maguire. You can't shop lift the pooty. It's wrong on so many levels. Dating a single parent--not just a mom-- is sacred because of the children involved. And single parents hold their potential dates to a much different standard (the good ones do, anyway).
Not only do we have to sort thru the regular bullshit that other single people do, but we have to hold this person up to a light bulb and comb them with the finest tooth comb sold on the market. They must pass to the microscopic inspection. ESPECIALLY moms with boys. Its so critical to be sure that the man ur bringing into your life is not only good enough to be the king of your castle and the head of YOUR household....not only must he be financially able, attractive, funny, trustworthy, and kind. But He must be firm enough to be assertive and/or aggressive when necessary, he MUST know how to lay the pipe, and he must also respect the bond shared with you and the child prior to his arrival. Oh, and he has to have good personal hygiene. You'd think that's a given but you'd be SOOOO surprised. I also have to make sure he's trustworthy around my son, that he won't fill his mind with all sorts of nonsense when I'm not around, and that he'll teach him how to be a REAL man...that he's available enough (emotionally and otherwise) to open himself up to the scrutiny of an impressionable 9 year old....and show himself to be a standup guy. Not a real ni**a, but a real MAN. there's a whole lotta difference. And I can't proceed until I know that HE knows the difference.
NO BA, NO BS, NO BB:
No Bitchassness
No Bullshit
No Bad Breath
NO WAY, NO HOW.
*whew* i'm tired for this man already, lol. unfortunately for lame ass dudes, these are things I can't compromise on so they will get passed on each and every time. Nope. Thanks, but I'll pass.
We're heading into autumn which means football practice, school is in session, dance classes start soon, and I'll be working on photo shoots more than weddings. There could be room for dating--especially since this is the perfect season for bunning up with someone who's incredibly sexy and smells yummo, lol. But, truthfully, I'm okay with taking my time right now. I have a potential in mind; we're taking it a day at a time. I'm famous for rushing in and getting in over my head (lmao) but after how my LAST relationship ended, I'm willing to wait and do it right.
IN the meantime, I'm enrolling my son in as many athletic, mentor, and performance programs as I can find and afford. lol, you know me: when all else fails, lose yourself in your work. Hey, it takes up time, it wears you out, its productive...don't knock it till you've tried it. It kills SO many birds with only one stone.
Any thoughts?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Confession: Checkers
Tonight, while on the way home from work, I realized that Tae Kwon Do class is done for the week (he goes twice per week) so tonight would be a free night to just chill and relax. So, we went to Chili's and had an excellent dinner together. There was a moment during dinner where we were both laughing and giggling so uncontrollably, that I caught myself taking a mental polaroid of the moment. There are times when I find little pockets of joy in life, and I remind myself to always commit those moments to memory so that when i'm having a not-so-joyful moment in the future, I can reach into my mental rolodex, reference the joyful moment, and go right back to that place.
We stuffed ourselves to capacity at dinner, lol, and drove home. Once home, we started a game of checkers. Throughout the game, he was admittedly making better moves than I was. He wasn't boastful or anything, but he seemed happy. Towards the end, though...once we both got kings...and I started making better moves, he began to sink. His whole demeanor changed, his voice changed. He became fidgety and would not sit still. His movements were causing the board to shake and the pieces to scatter. I warned him twice not to do it again, but he did it one last time and the pieces went everywhere. Time to put the game up. He covers his face oh-so-dramatically and begins to cry. I was APPALLED!! Are you crying?? Like a GIRL??! I had to GO! Then he launches into the funkiest attitude of the year. mumbling under the breath, throwing things, sucking the teeth. I can't stand it!
Is this what I'm heading into for this next year?? I cant do it, y'all. I just can't.
Saturday morning we're having a home visit from Tracy, owner of The Educated Babysitter--a new sitting service I'm considering for him. I have to get a part time job...I just have to. I can't leave him home, so I need to find a sitter. Tracy seems very nice, and qualified. She's coming by saturday morning to meet us both in person, let us meet her, and get a feel for everything. He doesn't want me to get a second job, of course. But, I know that unless I do, we'll always be right here, where we are. I have plans-big plans-plans that don't include sleeping in this shoebox apt in the DMV area and taking orders from Germans all damn day. So I'ma get this thing going.
No sacrifice, no victory <---------- One of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies, "Transformers".
That's all for today. I'm exhausted. Turning in early, folks.
Remember to make tomorrow a beautiful day :-) Good night, and sleep well.
Love.
We stuffed ourselves to capacity at dinner, lol, and drove home. Once home, we started a game of checkers. Throughout the game, he was admittedly making better moves than I was. He wasn't boastful or anything, but he seemed happy. Towards the end, though...once we both got kings...and I started making better moves, he began to sink. His whole demeanor changed, his voice changed. He became fidgety and would not sit still. His movements were causing the board to shake and the pieces to scatter. I warned him twice not to do it again, but he did it one last time and the pieces went everywhere. Time to put the game up. He covers his face oh-so-dramatically and begins to cry. I was APPALLED!! Are you crying?? Like a GIRL??! I had to GO! Then he launches into the funkiest attitude of the year. mumbling under the breath, throwing things, sucking the teeth. I can't stand it!
Is this what I'm heading into for this next year?? I cant do it, y'all. I just can't.
Saturday morning we're having a home visit from Tracy, owner of The Educated Babysitter--a new sitting service I'm considering for him. I have to get a part time job...I just have to. I can't leave him home, so I need to find a sitter. Tracy seems very nice, and qualified. She's coming by saturday morning to meet us both in person, let us meet her, and get a feel for everything. He doesn't want me to get a second job, of course. But, I know that unless I do, we'll always be right here, where we are. I have plans-big plans-plans that don't include sleeping in this shoebox apt in the DMV area and taking orders from Germans all damn day. So I'ma get this thing going.
No sacrifice, no victory <---------- One of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies, "Transformers".
That's all for today. I'm exhausted. Turning in early, folks.
Remember to make tomorrow a beautiful day :-) Good night, and sleep well.
Love.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Confession: I am not ready!
Somebody get my agent on the phone......because I confess: I didn't sign up for all this shit. Who decided that parenthood would be so...so...so...ALL-CONSUMING??? Can a sista get a break, PLEASE!
My 9 year old is a darling (when he's not workin my last nerve) but when I gave the consent 9 years, 2 months, 2 weeks, and 2 days ago for the nurses to remove their hands that were holding his tiny 4lb 2 months premature head inside of my 19 year old cervix and let me push his little behind out, I had NO CLUE. No clue what an unbelievable gift he would become to my life.
I was-OFFICIALLY-young, gifted, and black.
Today, as a 29 year old single mom living in DC, I have become FULLY aware of that gift, and its impact on my life. In this blog, I will share with you my life as a young, ambitious, empowered single black mother. I am incredibly stubborn and determined to live life on my own terms, to not accept the defeatist attitude that my life is over because I have a child, and to make my dreams come true.
Now don't get me wrong, there are worse things than being a single parent: There's being a crackhead, there's being a prostitute, there's being Chris Brown in 2009. There's being Beyonce's acting partner, there's being the waitress whose job it is to scrape the gum off the underside of the tables, and of course, there's always being George W. Bush. But, being a single mom--correction: being ME as a single mom is...um...challenging.
Most of you mothers, or any women who have children in their lives, know the delicacy and fragility of children. How to raise them to be respectful, to be upstanding young citizens, with confidence, integrity, intelligence, and common sense when it's all up to you with no father in the home? How to show them enough love but not coddle them, how to how to teach them to stand up for themselves, how to make good choices, how to accept them as they are but still encourage them to be the best version of themselves. So far, no one's written the manual so we're all basically on our own. I mean, yeah, there are parenting books GALORE in Borders, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, corner bookstores, everywhere. But, the truth--and the bottom line-- is that your child is unique and specific, with his own personality that he got from you and his dad, his own opinions, his own little slice of this huge pie we call life....and at the end of the day, if he gets it wrong, YOU GOT IT WRONG. I think that there should be a rule that from now on, when babies pop out, there should be a tiny little tube that pops out RIGHT behind their little asses, a tube containing a link where you can find (preferably on www.amazon.com) print or electronic copies of the unique instruction manual for that specific baby. Hey, I mean, its 2009...we have Black President and a bomb ass brown skinned First Lady...anything is possible, right?
Yes We Can.
Right now, I'm in the beginning stages of launching a makeup career in between working a full time 9:30 -5:30 day job, trying to sort out my love life, help my best friend plan her June wedding in which I am the MOH, and come to terms with living estranged from my family. To aid me in this journey, I have my son Isayah, my best friend Reina, my two good friends Victoria* and Chloe* (gotta change their names just in case they don't want their business on front street), my son's father's mother and grandmother who have adopted me as their own, my two cats Simba and Frisket, my mentor Kim, and my life guru Nicole. My son's father is..ahem..away...right now. We don't discuss him much.
Anyway, I won't rattle on too much. I just wanted to give you all an intro to me and my life with my little one...if you'd like, you can feel free to stop by and say hello to us. I'll be posting pictures, videos, and eventually, audio clips. My goal is to share this with the world, to make new friends both parents and non-parents, and to be a big voice among all the voices of other moms like me...moms who don't want to be defined by parenthood, womanhood, singlehood, shoot...ANY one hood. I'm not just a mom, i'm not just a fly single girl, I'm not just a Black woman, and I'm not just a makeup artist. I'm all those things, with many other gifts that I look forward to discovering henceforth.
Good night, everyone. Remember to make tomorrow a Beautiful Day!
Love.
My 9 year old is a darling (when he's not workin my last nerve) but when I gave the consent 9 years, 2 months, 2 weeks, and 2 days ago for the nurses to remove their hands that were holding his tiny 4lb 2 months premature head inside of my 19 year old cervix and let me push his little behind out, I had NO CLUE. No clue what an unbelievable gift he would become to my life.
I was-OFFICIALLY-young, gifted, and black.
Today, as a 29 year old single mom living in DC, I have become FULLY aware of that gift, and its impact on my life. In this blog, I will share with you my life as a young, ambitious, empowered single black mother. I am incredibly stubborn and determined to live life on my own terms, to not accept the defeatist attitude that my life is over because I have a child, and to make my dreams come true.
Now don't get me wrong, there are worse things than being a single parent: There's being a crackhead, there's being a prostitute, there's being Chris Brown in 2009. There's being Beyonce's acting partner, there's being the waitress whose job it is to scrape the gum off the underside of the tables, and of course, there's always being George W. Bush. But, being a single mom--correction: being ME as a single mom is...um...challenging.
Most of you mothers, or any women who have children in their lives, know the delicacy and fragility of children. How to raise them to be respectful, to be upstanding young citizens, with confidence, integrity, intelligence, and common sense when it's all up to you with no father in the home? How to show them enough love but not coddle them, how to how to teach them to stand up for themselves, how to make good choices, how to accept them as they are but still encourage them to be the best version of themselves. So far, no one's written the manual so we're all basically on our own. I mean, yeah, there are parenting books GALORE in Borders, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, corner bookstores, everywhere. But, the truth--and the bottom line-- is that your child is unique and specific, with his own personality that he got from you and his dad, his own opinions, his own little slice of this huge pie we call life....and at the end of the day, if he gets it wrong, YOU GOT IT WRONG. I think that there should be a rule that from now on, when babies pop out, there should be a tiny little tube that pops out RIGHT behind their little asses, a tube containing a link where you can find (preferably on www.amazon.com) print or electronic copies of the unique instruction manual for that specific baby. Hey, I mean, its 2009...we have Black President and a bomb ass brown skinned First Lady...anything is possible, right?
Yes We Can.
Right now, I'm in the beginning stages of launching a makeup career in between working a full time 9:30 -5:30 day job, trying to sort out my love life, help my best friend plan her June wedding in which I am the MOH, and come to terms with living estranged from my family. To aid me in this journey, I have my son Isayah, my best friend Reina, my two good friends Victoria* and Chloe* (gotta change their names just in case they don't want their business on front street), my son's father's mother and grandmother who have adopted me as their own, my two cats Simba and Frisket, my mentor Kim, and my life guru Nicole. My son's father is..ahem..away...right now. We don't discuss him much.
Anyway, I won't rattle on too much. I just wanted to give you all an intro to me and my life with my little one...if you'd like, you can feel free to stop by and say hello to us. I'll be posting pictures, videos, and eventually, audio clips. My goal is to share this with the world, to make new friends both parents and non-parents, and to be a big voice among all the voices of other moms like me...moms who don't want to be defined by parenthood, womanhood, singlehood, shoot...ANY one hood. I'm not just a mom, i'm not just a fly single girl, I'm not just a Black woman, and I'm not just a makeup artist. I'm all those things, with many other gifts that I look forward to discovering henceforth.
Good night, everyone. Remember to make tomorrow a Beautiful Day!
Love.
The Makeup Show NYC
It's getting closer and closer by the day, people! The Makeup Show NYC presented by The Powder Group and Metropolitan Pavilion is THE makeup event of the year. Here, every artist of every discipline of every lipstick shade and eyeshadow hue converges on the Big Apple to stock up on goodies, participate in workshops, drool over the newest must-haves from the freshest vendors, and *if they're anything like me* take a bazillion pictures with fellow artists. This will be my first foray into the land of The Makeup Show, but thank GOD I will not be going alone. Kim, Lisa, and I will be going together.
Since this is my first time going, Kim has ALREADY prepped me on what to expect: many, many makeup orgasms. And can I just say...a sista could use one of those RIGHT ABOUT NOW. Hmph. But, I digress...
Of course, some of my favs are gonna be there: MAC, MUFE, FACE Atelier, Smashbox, Stila, Graftobian, Rouge Makeup, Temptu, and Cinema Secrets...just to name a few. Not to mention my favorite makeup school of all time, MUD (Make Up Designory). Dude! Can I tell you how BOOSTED I am!?? I mean, really! No, REALLY! All those brands, plus, like, 50 more brands at SEVERELY discounted prices. PLUS, workshops taught by some of my all time favorite MUAs, the hottest of THE HOT right now: Billy B (drool), Valente (the king of Tyra's white liner), James Vincent, Orlando Santiago, the list just goes on and on! This here diva can.not.wait. If you think I went crazy the first time i visited New York in January (i'll post pics of that trip later), you have NO IDEA what May is going to be like, for me...during Makeup Week...in NYC.
*hyperventilating*
I almost can't stand it!
Since this is my first time going, Kim has ALREADY prepped me on what to expect: many, many makeup orgasms. And can I just say...a sista could use one of those RIGHT ABOUT NOW. Hmph. But, I digress...
Of course, some of my favs are gonna be there: MAC, MUFE, FACE Atelier, Smashbox, Stila, Graftobian, Rouge Makeup, Temptu, and Cinema Secrets...just to name a few. Not to mention my favorite makeup school of all time, MUD (Make Up Designory). Dude! Can I tell you how BOOSTED I am!?? I mean, really! No, REALLY! All those brands, plus, like, 50 more brands at SEVERELY discounted prices. PLUS, workshops taught by some of my all time favorite MUAs, the hottest of THE HOT right now: Billy B (drool), Valente (the king of Tyra's white liner), James Vincent, Orlando Santiago, the list just goes on and on! This here diva can.not.wait. If you think I went crazy the first time i visited New York in January (i'll post pics of that trip later), you have NO IDEA what May is going to be like, for me...during Makeup Week...in NYC.
*hyperventilating*
I almost can't stand it!
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