Makeup can be the most fun thing in the world, until you stab yourself with eyeliner. We all know the feeling of buying a foundation that’s too dark, a lipstick that makes your lips feel like they’re covered in glue, and mascara that winds up looking like spiders live on your eyes.

I’ve been there, and I’ve been there often.

But it’s worth it. It’s worth it for that time when you look in the mirror and catch your own eye. For when you are at your saddest moment, but you put on red lipstick and you take on the day anyway. And it’s for when nothing else in your life seems to be going right, you can always look like a million dollars.

Makeup is one of my favorite things, and it’s probably because I like to paint. I like seeing how colors work together, and I like making a canvas come to life in different ways. Does it always work? Absolutely not. 

But it’s worth trying.

My plan is to make makeup videos and post them here, so anyone that struggles with makeup can learn, and anyone with low self-esteem can maybe help that, just a little, by seeing how beautiful they really are.

Suggestions? Tips for me? Want to help? Reach out to me; I’d love your help.

 

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The older I get, the more I realize that being a woman born in the South is a blessing. Not all women across the country, or even the world, are lucky enough to have the manners, class, dignity, and beauty that Southern women do. Now- obviously, ALL women have the power to have these qualities; but, there’s just something about the strength of southern women. The grandmother or mother is often referred to as the matriarch of the family, and my family was nothing out of the ordinary in that way. My grandmother raised me to speak my mind, while my mother taught me how to make that sound a little more refined. Ma taught me to cook, mom taught me how to pick a nice place for dinner. My aunts and cousins have always been a place to run when I want someone to tell me like it is, while my mom is always going to take my side (for better or worse). I’ve been honored to have two intelligent, beautiful, and dignified women mentor me while starting my career– women who told me what and how to do it, but also quickly corrected my mistakes and stood up for me when I was wrong. Is it wrong for me to say those two were also Southern bred? It’s funny the way the women in the South end up shaping our lives- for the better.

I’ve started this blog to show you—whether you have the privilege of living in the South or not— the way I was brought up and the way I was taught to embrace being a women, living in a place that was historically ruled by men. I was taught to embrace, not hide, my style and my intelligence. Yes- you can have both! (This is, unfortunately, a shocking fact to some.)

So, here we go. I will show you makeup and hair tricks, clothes that fit my slightly eclectic style, and the ways that my strong female role models, and my Southern heritage play into it all. Yes, there is big hair involved.

Stay tuned, y’all.

 

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