I am OBSESSED with this Snoop Lion song.

“You can’t run away, you’ve gotta face this.”

“Love is the cure and courage is the weapon you can use to overcome.”

HELP! I THINK I FORGOT HOW TO SHOP.

How can a girl that USUALLY loves shopping so much, a girl that finally has some extra cash to ACTUALLY buy new clothes, not be able to PURCHASE or even find ANYTHING to her liking??

I’m freaking out. I can’t believe this. I’ve been severely broke for three years. Now is supposed to be the time for fashion rebirth - not fashion death! I can’t bring myself to buy anything. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I afraid? need practice? boring? or worse…am I acting responsible??

I need to nip this thing in the bud ASAP.

I’m going to take drastic measures. My brain tells me not to do it but I think it’s for the best.

Baby Needs New Shoes

I’ve been quiet again. I’ve been busy transitioning into a new chapter in my life a.k.a. working full time. I survived my first two weeks! I haven’t worked full time in over three years, which means I haven’t updated my work wardrobe in forever. I can no longer afford to look like a hobo. Sadly, I can’t afford to spend a lot of money on beautiful expensive clothes. That’s my problem. I love luxury.

So here’s a little challenge. Build a new fabulous wardrobe without breaking the bank. It’s going to be difficult. Bring it.

Has it been a year already?

A year a go today I sat in an oncology surgeon’s office where I was told I had cancer.

As most of you reading this are fully aware, it was not a very good year for me. From the emotional rolller coaster ride, unpleasant treatment, shit fits, long recovery, financial distress and unexpected root canals, I can safely say it was the year from hell. From HELL I tell you!

Today, after treating myself to a congratulatory mochaccino, I submitted my Master’s thesis. I am proud. This thesis represents the end of a long journey. The begining of a new chapter. There were many obstacles along the way, but I survived. 

Now please excuse me while I treat myself (again) to a mani. I think I’ve earned it. I’M BAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Almost mastered it

In a matter of days I will have handed in my Master’s thesis! This means I can start working full time and FINALLY have extra cash. For the first time in a really long time, I can save money and indulge a little! A new pair of shoes just in time for spring! A bouquet of pink tulips to light up my room! A fabulous haircut for the first time in a year! It’s going to be good.

theeverygirl: “What mattered most was that in that moment, I had equated criticism with failure. Do you ever do that? Sounds like a rookie move, I know. But too often, I take negative feedback and give it more weight than it deserves; letting it define my work, my talent, myself. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say something a little crazy here: criticism isn’t a sign that you are failing, it’s an indication that you are succeeding. It means someone has formed an opinion about your work; your art. Which means that someone has seen/read/heard/worn your stuff! Which means that your work is out there. Where it belongs. And what is more indicative of success than that? Or at the very least, of growth (and aren’t the two linked, after all?)” - Lyndsay Rush on ‘The F Word’
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theeverygirl:

“What mattered most was that in that moment, I had equated criticism with failure. Do you ever do that? Sounds like a rookie move, I know. But too often, I take negative feedback and give it more weight than it deserves; letting it define my work, my talent, myself. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say something a little crazy here: criticism isn’t a sign that you are failing, it’s an indication that you are succeeding. It means someone has formed an opinion about your work; your art. Which means that someone has seen/read/heard/worn your stuff! Which means that your work is out there. Where it belongs. And what is more indicative of success than that? Or at the very least, of growth (and aren’t the two linked, after all?)” - Lyndsay Rush on ‘The F Word’

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