Us vs. The Straights

Originally, I was going to spend this time obsessing about my hair. But who really cares to hear about that? So, I'll keep this rant short and sweet. I washed my hair and left it like this. My mom [who prefers my hair straight (& boringly snooze filled)] hates it. So, naturally I love it! It's whimsical, voluminous, and free flowing-- just like me.

Men, Whips, and Gladiators

Of course, by "gladiators," I'm referring to my new favorite shoes--the silver flats with three ankle straps and beaded embellishments I purchased and wore to the annual church choir picnic. I arrived (fashionably late) to the usual aroma of meat on the grill, children running everywhere, and gospel music blaring through the speakers. I was sitting there chatting it up/flirting with my favorite drummer (Sidenote: I have a thing for drummers.) when I noticed a slender man in dark sunglasses staring at me from about four picnic tables away. Although I thought it was strange, I chose to ignore him. I was having too much fun with the cutie patootie (who I think I will secretly call "LDB" from now on)! I went on to stuff my face, climb [and jump off of the monkey bars (landing on my face)], and flirt some more--but, not necessarily in that order. After all this was done, I prepared myself a plate (Don't act like I'm the only one. Everybody takes a plate, right?) and made my way home.



As I was recounting the events of the picnic to my mother who chose to enjoy a Sunday afternoon nap instead (and was now enjoying the plate I'd prepared for myself), I heard my phone vibrate. I already knew who it was (or at least I thought I did). To my surprise, I discovered a text message that read, "This probably sounds crazy but everytime I see a pair of those sandals you were wearing, I think about men with spears or sexy women with whips. You got a whip?" and I could think of absolutely nothing to say...


That's when it dawned on me that the slender man in dark sunglasses wasn't staring at me.--He was admiring my shoes...

Can you say awkward?

Reading is Fundamental

I'm a bit of a nerd in that I enjoy reading (and I don't mean magazines although, I enjoy the pretty pictures). I falter, however, because it can take me what seems like forever to finish one. This is most likely due to my lack of focus. I pick up one, read a little, put it down, and pick up another until I've either gotten through them all or forgotten with which I left off. So, I suppose I prefer the term "rotational reader." (Yeah, I like the way that sounds!) I seldom read one book the whole way through but I have some vague memory of reading a book in one sitting a couple times when I was a youngster. But I'm a woman now and I don't have time for that. I prefer the spice and everything nice that comes with diversity. Once my mind has settled into one story, I like to jumpstart it by beginning another. It keeps me sharp and as I ponder this thought, I've realized that this in fact, might be my philosophy on life.

My life is a series of story lines, characters, and plots that although seemingly unrelated share one thing--ME. So, if you don't get it, just keep reading. It will begin to make sense one day or you'll eventually forget where you left off and then, it won't matter. So, just keep reading!

Cliche'

It's in these moments when the creative juices are flowing that I feel most alive. I'd been feeling so uninspired as of late and I'm still a bit withdrawn but I'm coming out! That's reason enough for me to celebrate with a post. It's funny how people and (unseen) forces may try but (as much as I hate to be cliche') "this joy I got, the World didn't give it and the World can't take it away." These are my (God-given) gifts and you can't have them. I may choose to share every now and again but they belong to me just the same. Oh, and they are not for sale. Money is funny anyway. So, what are you going to do now?

You may as well sit back and enjoy the ride because this is going to be good. I promise, you won't be disappointed. You may be wondering what exactly I mean but...That's for me to know and you to find out. (Shoot! I'm being cliche' again, aren't I?)

You're Gonna Spend It Anyway...

So. Here I am at my favorite place-- just me and the bargain buys. I have to be somewhere in thirty but I don't feel like running so, I take my time. Better late than never, I tell myself. With Michelle Obama: First Lady of Fashion and Style under my arm, I turned to take one last look before going back to the counter to pick up the couple of CDs I'd left behind. And there it was. Should I Do What I Love? (or do what I do-- so I can do what I love on the side) Those of you who have been following this blog know that I've often asked myself this very question. I still have no answer. So, I figured, You're gonna spend it anyway....and I bought it.

Blogworthy

Hello all!! I took this picture of a flower given to me by a co-worker and just couldn't resist the urge to blog. To me, it just screamed BLOG!! So, here goes!

It's been a while and a lot has changed but one thing remains the same. I don't think I'll ever be content until I've done what it is I think I was born to do. And that is be a musician. I mean, it won't be so until I've had the chance to spread my musical wings and (as predictable as it sounds...) fly. I feel like a caged bird and I, not unlike Maya Angelou, know why it sings.

Oh! And I've decided to remain single until I'm thirty...it's just not worth it right now.

If Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend,...

...these shoes are the LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!

I came home, dropped my shoes on the floor, and flopped down next to them. They landed just like this and the (wannabe) photographer in me thought to take a picture. I've had them so long, I don't even remember where I purchased them but I know I'll love them forever.

I was going to ramble on but I think I'll let it at this.

I love these shoes...forever!!