Showing posts with label skin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skin. Show all posts

Friday, March 9, 2012

freckly face.

Both K and I have got 'em and we both flaunt 'em! Actually, we have no choice but to flaunt them.. they're everywhere. Some call it sun damage, we just call it skin. Our freckles have been with us since we were little girls, and we can only hope that they stick around for a while longer. You wouldn't want them disappearing either if they masked your paleness, camouflaged blemishes and maybe even a wrinkle or two, and brought you back to your youth. If nothing else, we always have a game of 'connect the dots' at the ready! Just be sure to use a non-permanent marker. Also, I'm fairly certain that our spirit animal is a leopard - trés trendy, no? A nice and sheer tinted moisturizer with SPF is our god and savior, and as long as the dermatologist keeps checking them out and finding nothing sketchy about our polka dots, we're good to go.
And we can only hope that their powers of good are enough to save Lindsay Lohan. SNL was a good start.
So, are you a sister of the spots too?

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{Sorry about that lame quote. It's relevant and that's all there is to it.}

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

the girl with the non-dragon tattoos.

If you are of the tattooed persuasion nowadays, chances are you don't qualify as any of the following: gang member, circus performer, drug dealer, lady of the night, hardened criminal, and/or societal outcast. Maybe you're a little less buttoned-up than the average bear, but having a tattoo won't define you. They've been mainstreamed, and all the cool kids are doing it ;) I got my first in 2003, my most recent in 2011, and (sorry, family) always have the next in the back of my mind. You'll get to see pictures of my collection one day, but for now I am going to offer up some words of wisdom. If you're considering it, my advice would be to start small and simple, maybe a bit hidden, and definitely not where the bone is close to the skin. Holy ouch. In other words, do the opposite of this. But most importantly, have a sense of humor about it. Sure, perhaps I could do without one of mine, but who cares? If a tattoo is my biggest regret in life then I'd say I've done pretty well for myself (unless I'm the chick with the face full of stars.. that was a major foul if I've ever seen one), and if nothing else, it will be a reminder that mistakes can be made and life will go on. I like my silver lining to be a bit more philosophical, so there you go. And take it from me, the world's biggest wuss, when I say that it will not hurt as badly as you think it will. Now go forth and prosper, and.. happy permanent body altering!

I'm guessing it's a tramp stamp.







Everlasting
little
lovelies,
not just
for the
trailer park
set
anymore.
So what are your thoughts? Do you have a tattoo, want one, wish you didn't have the one that you have, or did I just lose you all together?