My blog is a little too bike-y lately. When dudes start commenting about serious bike mechanics, I know I need to throw them off with a seriously girly post. Let's talk curlin' irons!
I let my hair dry air-dry for President's day and it was big and wild, but pretty clean. I didn't want to do much for it Tuesday morning when I had to go to work. I dug out my old curling iron. I sprayed my hair lightly with some Ellnet and did a few curls. I really just corrected pieces that were really sharp at the ends.
I was very pleased. But gosh, I'm shiny.
Speaking of shiny... Here comes a sad story... I'm not kidding, it's sad....
Today is the 11th anniversary of my mom's funeral. She died on the 19th and her funeral was on the 21st of 2001.
Whitney Houston's recent death reminded me that one of my sorority sisters came and sang a Whitney song at the funeral.
My Grandmother wanted some deacon at her church (puke and puke) to sing a song. I had heard him sing before and it was a horror story. I pretty much gave my friend no choice about singing. She had to do it. Luckily, you can't say no to your friend whose mom just died. I'm pretty sure it was her first funeral gig.
So Nakita came and sang "Count on Me" Whitney Houston style. I can't even think of YouTube linking it because I will fall apart if I hear that shit, so sorry, google it yourself if you're curious. Nakita was a sorority sister and almost my whole sorority attended and I am so grateful to them for doing that. Classes were skipped en masse.
Fast forward to recently, I don't know many smells in the world that remind me of my mom, but I know of one. If they ever change the formula, I don't know what I'll do, and this makes me understand people losing their minds over discontinued products.
I can have a memory of the smell of my mother in Cover Girl Clean Pressed Powder.
For the first time since she died, I stopped smelling it at the drug store and bought my own.
