Note: This post is a paid partnership with Garnier USA and Her Campus Media. All thoughts are my own. Friends, I’m not one for beauty routines — I’m actually embarrassingly…
I’m always big on anniversaries, but this one has me emotional. This little corner of the internet represents so much to me, and I’ve had Nov. 17 circled on my…
In case y’all didn’t know, I’m a total scaredy cat and hate commitment without A LOT of preparation, which is why it’s amazing that I somehow ended up with three tattoos. Even though I haven’t ever gotten permanent or semi-permanent treatments, I’ve always wondered about lash extensions — I hate how clumpy my mascara gets. When Lash Spa Studio in South Tampa invited me in, my response was heck yes.
I had a ton of questions — I hate how tired my eyes feel when I wear false eyelashes, so I needed my lash extensions to be gorgeous without feeling uncomfortable or inconvenient. Tallia from Lash Spa Studio assured me that I’d be in good hands, so I went in with an open mind and was super excited with the results.
I wish I could say I’m a natural in front of the camera, but that’s unfortunately not true. My parents once had to threaten me with a grounding so I’d smile for family photos, and I still grimaced in all of them. Thankfully, I’ve made some progress, but I know what it’s like to feel awkward when posing for pictures. Wondering how to take better Instagram pictures? My update photography photo guide is here, and I hope it’ll help you out.
If you’ve been wondering why my blog has gone mostly silent, good question. I went from posting several times a week to throwing a post up every once in a while without intending to! I’m trying to get back on track, but October has been nearly as busy with non-blogging things as September.
My last try-on session did surprisingly well — I seriously didn’t think anyone would read my ramblings about what I liked and didn’t like from Nordstrom’s annual sale, but based on the positive feedback I received, I knew I wanted to do another. I’ve been putting it off, but my sweet friend Lattes with Liz convinced me to just go for it! I absolutely love Target’s fall clothing, so I stopped in to shop and see what I’d like.
I was fuming. Furious. How could he hurt me in this way? And how could I ever forgive him? It was my junior year of high school, and I was officially over my on-again, off-again crush and his casual callousness. He played with my feelings and led me on in ways that were unbelievably mean, and I wanted nothing to do with him. I swore him off mentally and vocally, telling my best friend I was finally ready to move on.
The mystery man? That huge jerk? The guy who broke my freakin’ heart? Well, he’s on the couch next to me, so my resolve didn’t stick. Yup, you heard it right — Vagner the doting partner is the same guy who once told me, “I think that you like me, and I’m not interested right now. I’m sorry and I wish I was attracted to you.” The sweet boy who is the epitome of #husbandgoals is also the first guy who ever made me cry.