Let’s start with some definitions of fashionista why don’t we …
Merriam-Webster: a designer, promoter, or follower of the latest fashions
Dictionary.com: a very fashionable person, especially one who works in the fashion industry
Cambridge: someone who works in or writes about the fashion industry
No, dear readers, I know I’ve been away from the blog for quite a while now, but I’m still the jeans’n’tshirt kinda gal I was before. I haven’t turned into a fashionista as defined above. So if you came across this post because you were looking for a good read on high fashion, you won’t find it here. I know nuttin’ ’bout it.
What I do however know a little somethin’ somethin’ about is me. And my mental health. Or lack thereof as the case has been since I last wrote on this blog. So if you substitute the word fashion in the above definitions for the words mental health, here’s what you get. Or more correctly what I get since I’m the one switching things up around here … Continue reading
Thanks to Michael over at 83 Unsung Heroes, a favourite blog of mine, for saying a heck of a lot about nothingness and getting me started on this post with his oft inclusion of song lyrics at the tail end of his latest post. This last one referenced The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars and it summed up how I was feeling at the start of my unintended 2 month blogging vacay …
Today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything Continue reading
As a skin cancer patient, I would be remiss if I did not use today’s daily prompt of Summer to remind all you lovely folks to wear sunscreen. And yes, it actually should be used year-round for any significant time outside, but is especially important now with the longer sun hours, warmer weather, and less clothing on. Or no clothing on if you fancy going to nudist camps that is. I dunno. Continue reading
Stolen Words are my compilations of lyrics used to make a new piece of prose of sorts. The lyrics are ‘stolen’ from the songs I hear while listening to SiriusXM. Below is a piece I wrote in response to the tragic events in Orlando last weekend.
I am not gay. I am not transgender. I do not know how it feels to be physically and emotionally attracted to another woman. I do not know what it is like to not be able to identify with the gender I was born as.
But I do know about love. Continue reading
Stolen Words are my compilations of lyrics used to make a new piece of prose of sorts. The lyrics are ‘stolen’ from the songs I hear while listening to SiriusXM.
I have been trying to write a piece about the mass shooting in Orlando since Monday. I was attempting to stay focused on the positives like love and acceptance, maybe even forgiveness. I was trying to avoid the negatives running around in my mind like anger and fear. But as I listened and stole the lyrics, I realized two pieces were emerging. One coming from the brighter side of my heart, one coming from the darkness in my mind. So I decided to surrender to my own internal battle and let both pieces have a voice. Continue reading