I've gotten quite a few new readers over the past week so I thought I'd take the opportunity to say "Hello! Welcome! Hope you stick around!" and also to set the record straight on a few things...
I want to talk about something that's been bothering me a bit lately. Not enough to completely derail me, but enough for me to passive-aggressively write about it. People have interests and hobbies. What makes people interesting and unique is that everyone's interests and hobbies are unique to them. When someone tells me that they're into writing, or basketball, or scuba diving, or horses, I don't assume that's ALL they're into. I don't assume that the only conversation they're capable of having is pertaining to that one particular thing they like.
I like beauty products. I like writing about them. I like being the person my friends and family can come to with questions about these things. Is this the ONLY thing I'm interested in? Is makeup and hair the ONLY thing I'm capable of talking about? NO! Why would you assume just because I write a blog mostly about something so fun and yes, at times, "frivolous" that I'm a frivolous person? I don't do my hair and makeup to impress others, I do it because I enjoy doing it. It's my art form. It's what I went to school for and was trained professionally in and something I take pride in. Just because you don't take it seriously doesn't mean I don't or shouldn't. It's a way for me to express myself and nothing makes me happier than helping others express themselves as well!
But guess what? I'm also a wife and a mother who goes bare-faced and un-showered a lot of the time. I am surrounded by boys who like to play rough and burp and fart and play with trains and trucks and I wouldn't change any of it for the world. Those are my people. I take my family more seriously than anything else in the world. I love Jesus and I hope He can forgive me for my potty mouth every day (I need prayer for that, by the way). I love to cook. I love to read. I love to research various oddball things until my eyes feel like they're going to pop out. I like having incredibly deep, hilarious, silly, honest, meaningful conversations with my friends. It's imperative to me that I can be depended upon. I like making people laugh. No, I love making people laugh. I love feeding people and entertaining and making them feel at home in my home. I don't necessarily enjoy politics but I take them very seriously. I like old movies. I like classic rock. I like weird trivia about old movies and classic rock. I like giving gifts and seeing people's faces when they open them. I like spending time with my incredible family and I don't feel deserving of their amazingness most of the time. I like irreverence. I like when people are honest and real and a little "unhinged".
I believe in being real before all else. Real is beautiful, even if real means being covered in spit up, and baby shit and boogers 85% of the time. But I also believe that there is nothing wrong with wanting to look pretty sometimes. There is no shame in the desire to put on some extra mascara and red lipstick every now and again if it makes you feel good for whatever reason that day. Shame on anyone who makes you feel silly for that. Don't let them project their shit onto you. I slap on false eyelashes sometimes because I'M the one who likes how they look, NOT my husband (trust me...he wouldn't know the difference anyway, he's usually just annoyed I'm taking so long to get ready).
There's so much more beneath the surface of people than we sometimes give them credit for. I think we can all be a bit guilty of that at times. It's just as easy for me to see someone talking or writing about *insert cause or interest here* roll my eyes and pass judgment on them because it doesn't apply to me or my life, but that's so unfair. Who am I to judge someone for something that they genuinely enjoy or are passionate about? Isn't that what makes us 'us'?
I guess what I'm basically saying is, next time you see me amplifying a blog post about the differences in eyeliner consistency (or whatever else) don't assume I'm some bimbo who can't hold my own in a conversation with you about current events, or your job, or my job, or our families or the weather or ANYTHING else a normal person would chat about. Just because I work in a superficial industry doesn't mean I'm a superficial human. It is possible for a person who gets giddy over lipgloss and skincare products to also have values and convictions and to truly believe that beauty does come from within. Yes, I'm raising a boy right now, but that doesn't mean I'm not capable of maybe one day raising a strong daughter who believes in herself, speaks her mind, builds others up and can differentiate playing with makeup for fun as opposed to using it as a tool to gain acceptance. If I end up only raising boys, they will be raised to respect women for their brains, their wit, their inner "meat" as I like to say. Not for how well they highlight and contour.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I forgot to put on some deodorant this morning. And I might take an extra 30 seconds to touch up my eyeshadow in the process.