I’ve reluctantly come to terms with the fact that I’m a simple woman. Simple-minded—never, but simply uncomplicated. Whenever I wake up, before and if I decide to put on my make-up, I brush my teeth, floss and wash my face. Sometimes I comb my hair, other times just a braid. And yeah I’ll bust out the flat-iron from time to time. That’s about it.
I don’t own expensive accessories or clothing–never have. I don’t smother Channel eye cream on my face (although it couldn’t possible do me any harm), I certainly don’t have a housekeeper or dog-walker. Until adulthood I rarely had my own room; and back-to-school shopping took place in consignments stores before they were “sustainably hip”.
I’d be a rotten liar if I said I wasn’t intrigued by high-end products. I would absolutely love to get a facial at least once in my life, or even a real massage. If you came to my doorstep with a poster-board check of one-million dollars written out to me, I’d probably cash it and purchase all types of gaudy crap.
The story is, I know of other ways to make myself feel and look good. My wealth comes from healthy food, sleep, sex, water, love, and not giving a fuck. With these tools I am able to manifest a glamorous life. A life where I have the luxury to work from bed. A life where afternoon play dates are abundant. I can walk my dog three times a day and ride my bike to the office to check my in-box. I can do yoga four times a week. And if I choose, I will work and strenuous 9-to-5 schedule.
Yep. You’re damn right! I don’t have a lot of money, but I do work hard for what I have. And in this life without Channel I still feel glamorous walking down the street–when my man looks into my eyes I know that I am the most sexy woman alive. After a good conversation with my mother, I feel like a Nobel Peace Prize Winner. And whilst eating locally grown organic food, pores close up and my skin is smooth like milk chocolate–ready for a damn HD close-up.
What I’m trying to say in this long-winded bedtime journal entry, is, despite my lack of high-end goods and services I am still living an outrageously glamorous life.
Are you?

I am a glamourous hard working woman! That is part of the subject line that I used in my email/cover letter for the job interview that I just landed in New York at a Fashion Photography Studio! The interviewer emailed me after I talked to him on the phone and said that he looked at my resume because the subject line made him laugh, out of hundreds of emails/resumes! I love being glamourous in my own way and showing it! Love you Double D!! How are we soooo on the same page!?
Hell to the yeah, Cuddy. So proud of your journey. You know I’ll come to visit…”Brooklyn We Go Hard!”
damn girl, i want some of my glamour back! now that liam is 5 months old, maybe it’s time to get out of my daily sweats ( as in pants & hoodie, not native american cleansing ritual) and return to the life of low key glamour…i always said that i feel the most fly in a jeans, a pair of hoops, and a sweet smile . no need for high end fashion here….xo
Are you kidding me?! Your smile is worth a million bucks. End of story.