Let me tell you about last Saturday:
(keep in mind I had to be at the fashion show venue at 1:30)
7:30 am wake up
8:00 am make up
9:00 am still doing damn makeup
10:00 am prepping wigs and clothes for the fashion show
11:00 am straigtening the house, fixing daughter;s hair , getting her dressed double checking list
12:00 pm last minute selfies , final wig check, puts on look to shoot before the fashion show
12:30 pm leaves home (takes approx. 1hr to get to venue)
I still had to shoot (this look posted) before I had to prep for the fashion show. I get to Wilmington (city of the fashion show) and literally park in front of Bank of America and snap these pics in less than 15 mins and rush over to get ready for the fashion show.If you read Monday's post you can see pics of me slaying and what not. Anyway I literally was non-stop the whole day and I didn't get home until 11pm that night.MY ASS WAS TIRED! I laid in bed until 1pm on Sunday. Judge me, I do not care.
I'm not tooting my own horn or anything but I have been doing so much lately and it has really caught up with me.I usually shoot 3 looks every Saturday for the next week, but because I knew the show would take up my whole Saturday I stayed ahead by shooting 5 looks the weekend prior. That's a lot of makeup, wigs, and clothes. Because I clearly wasn't living right, God smited me and my internet service for the past two weeks so I was only about to access my blog from work.So I am at work multi tasking (well not really I was just blogging at work instead of actually working) trying to get my 3 blog posts published, and struggling not to fall asleep.I have been living foul.
So today at work there I was once again, not working, but it's because I am so damn tired. All my co-workers kept asking me if I am sick because I look like a zombie and my poor lil wig was stiff as a board y'all. I'm pretty sure it was on crooked too.My brain and body were physically exhausted.I almost cried at my desk because I was so drained, but I decided to just leave instead.I literally could not take it.I go to pick up my daughter from school and I fall asleep waiting for her to come to front office. The assistant principle thought I was dying (or a zombie) and offered me water so as to not die while on school property. She asked me if I was ok and the dramatic in me wanted to break down and cry and ask for a hug. Seeing as I was too tired to function I literally can't remember what I told her or if I responded, but I do not remember getting any water.
Shop my look below.My jacket is from Forever 21 and it's 1000 years old.My top and skirt are from the New York based black owned boutique, Snazzy Clozet.Check out their full site and follow their IG @snazzyclozet.
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On top of the blog consuming me I have fallen behind on my everyday life.I can't focus in the midst of clutter.I need to deep clean my room and car but I'm too tired because of the blog.So on top of being tired, I have anxiety from being to tired *screeeeeaammms and throws wig.I need rest, time to clean, time to relax and a new wig.I'm sure some of you have experienced this.
I am a big proponent of self-care. My body is telling me I need a break and it's right.I have been #teamtoomuch and my body is like 'um lil bih you need to have several seats!'. This post will be the last one for a few weeks until I get rejuvenated; mind and body.
I am thankful that my body seemingly shuts down at the sight of trouble. My body has a 0 tolerance for stress. I'm pretty sure I will never get alcohol poisoning because after 5 shots, I'm in hurl city (sidenote: never give me Vodka).Yes, I am that drunk friend who apologizes aaaaalllll night. On my old job (eff them by the way), I was so stressed I thought I had an ulcer but it was major indigestion and heart burn.I literally could not drink water; it was that bad. When the red flags are there, STOP. You only get one body so it's important to take care of it.I gotta be selfish the next two weeks, I hope you guys don't mind and understand where I am coming from.
Well if you are talking about self-care , why is the post called Kill Bill? Glad you asked ,nosy Nancy. If you have seen the Kill Bill movies you will remember Uma Thurman slaying the yellow and black jumpsuit. To me, my look is Kill Bill meets fashion week. The exaggerated sleeves on my top remind me of the roof structure on a dojo while the rest of my look is very sleek with a hint of edge. My belt is from BCBG but it's sold out *womp womp.
I'm falling asleep typing this.I got to get up early because I am going to get my real hair done.I need to be pampered. I need my scalp scratched like only a beautician can do. If you follow me on IG @Caribbean_cowgirl you may see pics before I throw the wig back on.
See ya later Alligators !
(I know, that was so smooth.Just know I am sleep deprived typing this, ok?!)
That's Just Me!
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