A Short Bob

After six good months of running around like a bonafide village belle, I finally got round to doing my hair. It was such an impromptu decision that made me glad my mother had an extra hair piece lying around.
I ended up doing a bob because the hair pieces were short, for short hair. I wanted a serious fringe going on in my face but the person who weaved it on cut it a little shorter than I expected. Since I have had it for two weeks now, I guess it is OK. Besides, everyone says I look good and it is reminiscent of the styles Keri Hilson usually sports. And the red highlights at the front totally make it work.
Doesn’t it amuse you when people ask if your weave is actually your hair? That right there means it is good quality human hair.
The most fantastic thing about it is I can comb it different ways and curl it when I want to.

On the day I took the second picture, I was wearing a princess like white dress and someone told me I looked like a baby Angel.

J’Adore: My Floral Cuffs.

I came across these cuffs amongst the stuff a family friend had asked my mother to pass around to her friends and when I laid eyes on them, it could have been sacrilege to let them go to someone else! You should’ve seen the grin that split my face and the excitement I expressed over seeing them.
Funny enough, my mother thought no one would like them but after seeing how they looked on my wrist during a trial fitting, she thought twice! As a connoisseur of jewellery, I looked at her aghast. How can someone appreciative of jewellery not take these on sight? Accessories make me happy and these little babies are too gorgeous for words.

I love the colour and the design. The roses motif is so intricately detailed you have to marvel and appreciate the time and thought the creator put behind the work.

No Tony Stark...

Ironman 3

Whoever said, ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ hit the nail on the head because that is what I am or have been-depending on whichever side of the coin you look at it from. What kind of person would contemplate selling something that doesn’t belong to them if not a desperate one? I am glad I returned to my full senses because I DO NOT want to be someone like that.
A needy chat with a friend of mine made me realise this in a roundabout way. I’m not sure whether it had to do with what I was asking or the thoughts going through my head that particular time, but I knew it was wrong. Thinking of it in depth actually brought tears to my eyes so much so that I went about making amends to my brother and his friends. However much I have helped them grow their business, I have no right to sell what belongs to them and not I. It isn’t right. And, I am sorry for even entertaining the thought.
Fun-knee how we learn a few things about people we care about in a chat, no? And how the things we know about ourselves kick in in the most unexpected of situations? I’ve been called proud and arrogant to my face a time or two, which really doesn’t bother me but during this chat, I knew that however needy and in a rough patch I maybe in right now, I still HAVE my PRIDE! And, it will be my downfall. I also learned that; I should stop being everyone’s cat woman because at the end of the day, I have no Tony Stark to catch me when I fall.
When all is said and done, I am glad my brother saw the humor in what I was trying to do and brushed it off. He knows the reason why, which is OK. We actually had a laugh about it after my apology then went on to other things. I miss him like no man's business.
As you can see, I still believe in superheroes and majorly excited about the last installment to the Ironman franchise. The last time I will be seeing Robert Downey Jr (massive crush on him) as Tony Stark in Ironman. When Ironman 2 came out, I'd made a date to go with one of my bffs and we ended up missing it at the cinema. This time round, I SHALL go alone. No more waiting on you, Belle.