Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts

Sunday, June 14, 2009

I can only be me

Jeans are great!

So I met up with some girlfriends on Friday for drinks. Now, Fridays are usually casual dress days, and for me, that means the company shirt and some comfy pants, and I still rock the heels, so it's not too bad. One of the girls, happened to spot a photo of me on my mobile (I am single with no kids, and no dog- who else am I gonna have on my phone but myself???) and told me flat out that I was wasting my beauty. I thought it was sort of rude that she told me that I had the potential to look really hot but chose not to. I mean, what was this? I told her I did not see the need to look like a diva every single day of the week. I wake up at 3.30 every morning - it's a miracle I do as well as I do. I thought I looked pretty alright but she intimated that I could do better. Wow. I barely knew this person too, but whatever.

She asked, So what if the man of your dreams walked in here right now?

Suggesting I looked terrible right then and there, perhaps?? Well, I did not bother to mention to her that despite my lack of enthusisasm to run home, shower and primp as she did, to sit in a smoky bar to drink beers and eat chicken wings, I could still catch a man's eye with my natural beauty. I thought it would be a wasted conversation.

I cannot look like Miss Universe every single day. It is just not possible. I love glam but I am not a glamzilla. I rock one pair of jeans most weekends cause they are comfy, and I accessorise as best as I can. I comb my hair back cause it is low maintenance to do so. When a Caribbean breeze hits my hair, I cannot be fixing it all day long. I like low maintenance. I don't wear lipstick for the same reason. I have not professionally done my nails in eons but a good home buff and polish works for me. In my case, life happens. I have a hectic job, making my week a hectic week, making any attempts to look like Barbie impossible. I can only be me at any given time and Tamale = very simple most of the time. Simple but simply hot. lol. I think I can rock glasses and unsupermodel hair and look hot still. I think so! Don't get me wrong, I can go full glam and I have different versions of me - work me, home me, sporty me, total glambot me. I cannot be the glambot 24/7. I don't have that kinda time or money.

So yes, thank you for the compliments on the dress below, but chances are if you ever meet me, I will be in a pair of jeans and a cute blouse, with my hair in a bun and I will be wearing my glasses. I will not be sloppy - this I can assure you - but I will be pretty casual, yet in my own way. If this means I cannot get a man, well, then something is terribly wrong in the world if men only want a made-up, beauty-obsessed, weave-wearing, coloured contacts sportin', false nail clawin' caricature.of beauty.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Draining out the rum bottle


The weekend thus far has involved a lot of rum and Sprite. A lot. It's delicious...what can I say? The bear seems to like it as well.

I am not feeling well and just have locked myself away. Besides physical discomfort and a huge serving of loneliness, I am also a bit miffed about my eyebrow wax this morning. My regular wax girl has moved and left no forwarding address and sure, one may say, it is not that hard to find another person to remove some eyebrow hair but it is. IT IS!

So for the past several weeks I have let my brows grow out cause 1. I get a better wax job when I let them grow out and 2. I was unsure as to who to let near my prized eyebrows.

For those who know what I look like, you know I take care of myself to the hilt. Including maintaining hot eyebrows!

Since I have already braved 2 interviews, a date and random happy hour sessions with scary Amazon, butch-lesbo brows, I decided to go to the place in town for a wax. I had had enough.

All I have to say about this is - I have drunk a lot of rum since the ordeal.

My eyebrows look like a drag queen's. I came home and no amount of cajoling could make me happy. I wish I had bangs. I will be a slave to eyebrow pencil until they start growing out. I told the fucking woman how I always had my brows done and she gave me trailer park/hood rat eyebrows. I am totally enraged. I was totally vexed!

Another shot of rum for the pain. For the loneliness. For my vanity.

At least the West Indies cricket team were playing some sensible cricket last I checked. And my God! They won! But England is a crap side anyway, so not celebrating yet. In any event, I have stopped drinking rum over my WI cricket team ages ago. I would have been an alcoholic by now.