This Is Not A Drill

Hello, Lovelies. Its me.  No, I am not about to bust out in Adele. Please, I'm not basic. Don't get me wrong I love Adele, but that joke is staler than the rice cakes you've convinced yourself "taste good."

Its happening. After a year of not posting anything to this sassy corner of the world, I am back. Now why haven't I posted in over a year? I would like to make excuses like I was just busy or I  joined a cult that didn't have wifi but the truth is... I got distracted. Every time I started to write a post I would notice something else that I needed to buy from Sephora or some show that I needed to watch on Netflix. You see it was a vicious cycle of procrastination (my specialty) and well thats pretty much it. 

Now I would like to extend my deepest apologies to the concerned citizens out there in the web universe who noticed my disappearance from this space. I have returned. I am still alive. Still just as sassy and fabulous as I was before, if not more. You see I have experienced life a little more and have ventured into the crazy world of adulthood more than I cared to. And I have to say its made me a little salty. Granted I have always been a bit salty, but now I am like the last french fry left at the bottom of a Mcdonald's bag- tall, pale, and covered in enough salt to cause a heart attack.  

I would also like to think I have grown as a person. Not physically.. goodness no..I am 20. I think I have passed that phase in life. But I would like to say I am slowly becoming someone who doesn't struggle as much with the things they did before. I am still a shopaholic but I can at least reason with myself now. I don't make as many late night impulse purchases... I mean lets not go crazy, I still make more impulse purchases than your average individual, but I've improved. We are allowed to have slip ups every once in a while right? I know my bank account would appreciate for me not to slip up, but sometimes you have to treat yo self! 


Life tip: Don't go on Etsy after 11 pm. You'll end up buying painting of a meerkat riding a moped, and then completely forget about it until it arrives in the mail from England a month later. What am I going to do with that you ask? I have no idea, but 11 o clock me had great plans for it. 

Well divas.. I am back. I have returned and all is well in the kingdom. I shall talk to you soon, and if there are any topics you would like me to discuss just let me know and I will take them into consideration. Now here is a picture of me because I'm vain like that.

Queen Diva out.

                                                                     Stay Swazzy,
                                                                                Cherry XOXO

Ipsy Tipsy

For the past 11 months I have been receiving my monthly glam bag from Ipsy.  I bought  a one year subscription because who doesn't want beauty goodies delivered to their house every month? I do. I had heard of the Ipsy and thought I would give it a try.

Every time I spied a shiny pink package in the mail I knew my ipsy bag had arrived. I was excited. I loved opening them to see the pretty bags and all the beauty products I had received.  At first I was curious about what I was going to get each month but as the year went on my excitement for the bag fell faster than over sprayed hair on a humid day.

The bags become predictable. Every month I knew  I was going receive the following: Nude lipstick or chapstick, Nude eye shadow, facial cleanser, or an eye pencil. Now don't get me wrong I like a little nude colored beauty products but my gosh not every single product needs to be Nude!! Lets have some variety here! My cynical soul needs color too!

Were they trying to subtly hint at something by sending a facial cleanser in every bag? Do they think I never wash my face?  Every month I have received some form of a facial cleanser or wipes. I end up giving most of them away. Don't get me wrong facial cleansing is important... but there are other beauty products besides facial cleansers. Lets widen our horizons Ipsy. I mean we have beautiful eye shadow, flawless foundation,  hauntingly dramatic eye liner, and so many other magical things in the beauty world but yet you choose to send face wash every single time...

Its not that I haven't gotten any good things. I have gotten some products I've loved, but I don't think the subscription is worth it anymore. So after I receive my last bag I will be canceling my subscription. I have decided to move on to BirchBox. I have heard good things about them and the boxes look so cute!

This month's Ipsy bag. I actually really like it. I mean its says what we are all thinking, Makeup is important. I am definitely going to use this bag just maybe not the products inside.

Well my divas that is all I have for today.

Queen Diva out.

                                                   Stay Adventurous, 

                                                                   Cherry XOXO

What a waste of a Near Death Experience

 Well....Well... Spring break has come and gone along with my mind. Why have I lost my mind? Well to be frank I never had one, but maybe the fact that I had three cups of caffeine this week or that I almost died twice might contribute a bit. Who really knows? I don't.

At the beginning of the week it was great! I didn't have school. I saw my friends. But I also had an asthma attack and well that puts a real downer on the situation. I mean it was only inconvenient for the night, but oh my goodness are they annoying. You're probably picturing me wheezing and coughing like some possessed hyena  (ahh what a mental picture) but no. My asthma takes the more silent approach. When I have near death situations I become quiet and calm which is ironic because even though yes I can pretend to be calm, I am never.. ever.. quiet. I probably won't even be quiet when I'm dead. You might be thinking, "but Cherry thats not possible.. you're dead?" Girl I'll record myself reading coupons if thats what it takes to talk beyond the grave. You can't get rid of me that easy. I'll haunt your cabinets.

A few days after my first near death experience I made a trip to my salon. Now first of all I love going to the salon. They make you feel beautiful and pampered. Oh its wonderful! However I was planning this trip to just be short and sweet. No hair dyeing or root touchups just a trim. Snip Snip and then boom out of there just like a drug deal.  It was supposed to be a simple easy trim but I came across a factor that I could not account for.. caffeine.. You see the night before I had been with my friends and I stupidly thought it would be a good idea to get a frape... ya know.. just a little caffeine to get me through the night.....There is a reason I do not drink caffeine... I can't handle caffeine just ask my friends. They will attest to what happens to me on caffeine. Its not pretty. I can't be trusted on it. So anyways I am driving to the salon all determined while listening to One Direction of course. I'm not superstitious its just I have to listen to them on the way to the salon otherwise I'll get a bad haircut.  I'll be 90 and still be jamming to some 1D on the way to the salon. But  I don't care. I don't take chances with my hair. But anyways   like I was saying I was on a mission to get a trim but the moment I turned my vehicle into the salon driveway something came over me. It was like I was hit with the Holy Spirit. (It it was probably the caffeine,) But I needed to dye my hair! So I did. Black and violet.  Its mainly just black with a little violet in to keep it rich. I also then had another cup of caffeine at the salon because why learn from your mistakes if you can just repeat them?  Just another day kids just another day.

So this all leads to my second near death story. Today it was nice and sunny out and sometimes in the sun my hair looks a bit violet. So as I was walking to my mode of transpiration, the Buick aka grandpa cruiser,  I was trying to turn my head to look at my hair, but since it was kinda windy it was a bit difficult. So there I am looking like an idiot trying to see what color my own hair was (while still struggling to get to my car) when this car next to me starts pulling out an almost hits me!  I could have died!  I mean granted he was probably only going 2 mph at this point but still I could have been incapacitated! I was just minding my own business looking at my hair and I almost died! That would have been it. I would have died just walking to my car because I got distracted by my own hair... not someone else's hair.. no my OWN hair.. And y know what.. I didn't even figure out what color hair I had... what a waste of a near death experience.. This is why I need adult supervision. This is my life kids.

Well thats all I have fore today Loves,
Queen Diva Out.
         
                                                        Stay Fly,
                                                               Cherry XOXO
         

Maybe it's not Maybelline

Dear Divas. Today I wanted to take a moment from the sass, sarcasm, and beauty reviews that are my blog and share with you something different. Something I have thought a lot about. Makeup.  Should we or should we not wear makeup? Does it ruin a woman's self esteem? Are we lying by "covering up" our faces?

To find the answer to this question,  we first must explain what the purpose of makeup is. Makeup was created to enhance the natural beauty of a woman. That means that the beauty is already there, it is just accentuated a little more. It doesn't hide beauty or mask a person's face. It can't change the bone structure of your face or make you have a smaller nose. It is simply powder that you put on in the morning and wash off at night.

I once read an article that said to marry a woman who does't wear makeup. They explained how a woman who didn't wear makeup knew what she wanted out of life, and was more confident than a woman who did wear makeup. Because clearly a woman who doesn't chose to cover her face with  cosmetics is better, right?

False.

Makeup is not the problem. Makeup has never been the problem.  Cosmetics are just cremes and powders we apply to our faces. They can't change our DNA or who we are as people. If you are a sweet and funny person without makeup on you will still be that same sweet and funny person with it on. And if you are mean nasty human being without makeup... Honey.. there isn't a concealer in this world that could cover up an ugly soul. Who you are is who YOU are.  Foundation can't change that. It doesn't have that power.  And to say that a woman who doesn't wear makeup is more confident is absolute rubbish. I wear makeup a majority of the time, and I will be just as fierce and fearless as the confident woman who doesn't wear makeup.  Because who I am is based on how I treat other people and how I choose to react to the situations that I am. Not on my eye shadow choice.

As I've gotten older I've started describing people as beautiful more often. But I wasn't talking about their physical appearances. I was talking about their heart and soul, who they chose to be. I know plenty of beautiful women who choose not to wear makeup. I also know plenty of beautiful women who chose to wear makeup. Their beauty is something deeper than what the eye can see. It is more precious and unique than any physical beauty could ever be.

So if makeup isn't the problem what is? What is ruining a woman's self esteem?

We are. People blame it on society and pop culture, but people forget that we are what makes society. If we want change, we have to make change. Change starts at home, not in magazines or t.v. shows. Because the truth is pop culture gives us what we want. We are not blind sheep who have no will of our own. We are human beings who have the ability to tell  corporations this is not what we want or what we want our daughters to be told. Once people stop buying into the lie  that our beauty is defined by whether or not we wear what comes from a bottle, pop culture will stop as well. It gives us what we have told them we wanted. So it time to make a change.


How have we gotten so far that we judge people on something so irrelevant as whether or not they wear makeup? If you don't like wearing makeup, don't let anyone force you to wear makeup. And if you wear makeup don't let anyone tell you makeup is just a mask  that superficial and insecure people wear.

So to the dear parents out there who are concerned that their daughter might get caught up in the nasty lie that makeup makes a person beautiful, teach your daughter that beauty can't be defined by a bottle. But neither does whether or not they wear what comes from the bottle. Don't teach them that when they look in the mirror all they see is beauty. Teach them that no matter what they are wearing or how they look, that when they look in the mirror all they see is themselves, because that is this most beautiful thing a woman could ever be.
         
                                                          Stay Beautiful,
                                                                    Cherry XOXO

The One with a Deer, Keys, and a Cold

Dear Divas. Winter is here...... and it has brought its blustery breath and white tears with it..... There is no escaping winter when you live in the frozen tundra of Wisconsin. No escaping. You might be thinking but its only November it can't be that bad yet.. and well you're right its not that bad yet. We did have a high of 16 degrees fahrenheit today...so it could be worse. (Trust me it can be.. it got to -50 last winter.... aye nature hates Wisconsin.)

So you may be wondering what have I been doing with my life lately. Well the usual.. ya know working the sass, being fabulous, and running over deer. Nothing too spectacular.  And yes you did read that right. I ran over a deer.  You may be questioning how did you run over a deer? Like I said I live in Wisconsin ok anything is possible when it comes to deer here. (They and those stupid geese rule the roads.)  So  no I did not hit the deer. I ran it over. For me to hit the deer that would have meant the deer would have  been standing and to have been standing the deer would  had to have been alive...........it was not.......not at all.... It was 5:30 in the morning and I was on my way to work. I'm driving along having as grand of time as you can have at that ungodly early  in the morning and then all of a sudden bam! Massive speed bump. If there was ever a doubt that the deer was still alive.. there isn't now..  It's like they say,"If you're going to hit something, you might as well it hard."

Next on my list of failures is getting locked out of my car. Yep, did that.  And there isn't really exciting story other than I was up way too early so I wasn't really thinking and left my keys in the car. And I think my dad is really done with my existence because not only did he have to pick me up from the deer fiasco he had to drive to my work so he could unlock the car. And I think he is just generally done with my existence now that we have a dog. (Yes I am being upstaged by and English Mastiff/ Great Dane puppy mix... this is the life of a youngest child.) I mean he's raised three other children I feel like by the time our parents get to the last one there like, "eh this is old news... as long as they haven't killed themselves or someone else doing something stupid they're fine."

Last on my list of failures was getting sick. I am slowly but surely becoming a hot mess of reaching one new low after another. (My life in a nutshell.) Now getting sick wouldn't have been that bad if I hadn't already had plans to go a concert and had chorus music due. It was such an inconvenient time. And I found it weird because I never get sick this early in flu season but whatever.. I survived. However there was no way I wasn't getting to let sickness get in the way of concerting. I love going to concerts even if I don't know the artist very well. A concert is a concert. Oh and to you two 15 year old girls who were standing in front of me at the concert.....in what world is wearing 5 inch stilettos to a concert a good idea........ like.... I was judging. I may have been sick, but I am never to sick to  silently judge.  (Seriously who wears stilettos to a concert.. a concert?!) Anyways after the concert I spent the next 2 1/2 days in bed... it was great. I got a lot of quality time in with Netflix. You could say our relationship is on a deeper emotional level with all the time we spent together... ahhh love.  But finally after a few days my voice returned and well now I'm here. Oh joy.

Till next time my divas.. Queen Diva out.
           
                               Stay Swazzy,
                                        Cherry XOXO