I've begun my plans...plans are good, right? Well, yes and no. I have this problem where I plan...but nothing ever seems to be ready to do. AHHH!!! I want to do one video every week this summer. (We'll see how well THAT works out.) BUT I have the plan...kind of. I'm not sure what to do for blogs though...I have a ton of YouTube plans...BUT NO PLANS FOR BLOGS! O.O oh no!
I think I'm going to prep for filming...be ready interwebs!!!
Friday, May 17, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Embrace Your Weirdness
Growing up, I was never really in a group. I had a few friends and that was pretty much it. I never cared how I dressed or if my hair was up or down or perfect. I did things because I liked it and wanted to and didn't care if others thought I was weird, because I had fun. I have continued this throughout my life. Sure my aspects changed as I grew. But I didn't change because of others, I changed because of me. It's what I wanted. It's what I was interested in. It's what was part of me.
Now, at 22, I am still figuring out what I want to do when I grow up. It's okay, I'm still happy. I'm doing what I want for my own personal reasons and goals. What I didn't know was the effect I have had on those around me.
My hairdresser's daughter is out in her first year at college. (We grew up together, her daughter and I. We weren't the closest, but we're still friends.) While getting his hair cut, our hairdresser told my dad stories about her baby girl's first year in college. Mingled in with stories of tests and new friends, she told my dad the following story.
"So, Danielle is at school and she's in the middle of the courtyard walking towards her class. She's nervous about who she may meet, how she thinks she should act, what the work is all going to be like. When she thought to herself, and this is exactly what she told me, "I thought to myself, I'm going to be me. I'm going to be like Lyssa and embrace my weirdness."
I, honestly, had never felt so complimented.
Now, I do care how I look...but the only opinion that really matters is mine. I love retro clothing and makeup styles. I feel they suit my face and fashion style well and really stay classic. Thus the name of my blog. Red Lips and Cat Flicks. I still enjoy swings, climbing trees, bicycle rides to the park, making up nonsensical words, handmade gifts, singing at the top of my lungs in the shower and the car and while I'm cleaning when no one else is home. I play with makeup. I photograph. I roll around on the floor to play with my fur ball pup, Maximus. I watch Disney movies when I'm sick or sad or, really, whenever I feel like it. Because that's me. That's my weirdness.
So, go out. Be you. Embrace your weirdness.
Now, at 22, I am still figuring out what I want to do when I grow up. It's okay, I'm still happy. I'm doing what I want for my own personal reasons and goals. What I didn't know was the effect I have had on those around me.
My hairdresser's daughter is out in her first year at college. (We grew up together, her daughter and I. We weren't the closest, but we're still friends.) While getting his hair cut, our hairdresser told my dad stories about her baby girl's first year in college. Mingled in with stories of tests and new friends, she told my dad the following story.
"So, Danielle is at school and she's in the middle of the courtyard walking towards her class. She's nervous about who she may meet, how she thinks she should act, what the work is all going to be like. When she thought to herself, and this is exactly what she told me, "I thought to myself, I'm going to be me. I'm going to be like Lyssa and embrace my weirdness."
I, honestly, had never felt so complimented.
Now, I do care how I look...but the only opinion that really matters is mine. I love retro clothing and makeup styles. I feel they suit my face and fashion style well and really stay classic. Thus the name of my blog. Red Lips and Cat Flicks. I still enjoy swings, climbing trees, bicycle rides to the park, making up nonsensical words, handmade gifts, singing at the top of my lungs in the shower and the car and while I'm cleaning when no one else is home. I play with makeup. I photograph. I roll around on the floor to play with my fur ball pup, Maximus. I watch Disney movies when I'm sick or sad or, really, whenever I feel like it. Because that's me. That's my weirdness.
So, go out. Be you. Embrace your weirdness.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Me.
Okay everyone, this is me.
Well...technically that was me two years ago. I still look the same...except my hair. (My hair changes a lot...just a thought. I just like this photo.)
A few years ago I went through a span of about 3 months or so where I didn't do anything. I had already graduated high school, I attempted college but that just didn't work out. (Story for another time.) I ended up moving to Baltimore, MD for a few months. Living with my aunt, watching my 2 year old cousin, and only having connection to friends through the interwebs. While with my aunt, I did a lot of things with my hair that my parents wouldn't have approved of. This included dying blue as well as having a much more dramatic cut than I've ever had done.
I chopped it. Yup, pixie. Something I had always wanted to do but couldn't bring myself to. I loved the cut. Easy, cute, and...EASY. My shower time was cut from 15 minutes to about 5. I barely had to do anything to my hair and it still looked fine. However, I didn't feel good about myself...ever. I felt less feminine, and could never bring myself to wear my cute dresses because I didn't think it "worked." Thus the mid-length growth in the photo above.
After moving in with my parents and going through the whole "figuring out who I am...." etc. phase...I figured something out. I like to be pretty, but I LOVE to be comfortable. I needed things to be easy to do, comfortable to live in, AND still feel like the empowered, strong, woman that I am. I don't wear makeup everyday. I don't put a ton of thought into my daily outfits. I don't spend time looking good if I don't feel good. I began looking for blogs, YouTube channels, and just about anywhere I could to find tips and trick for looking feminine and girly...AND being super comfortable. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Not only that...but everything that gurus were talking about...well...let's just say the products were out of my price range. That being said, my dad is definitely accountable for 1/2 my raising. (He relates a lot to Spock.) Since I also have his DNA, I share his logical thinking. I hate spending more money on makeup which I know will run out eventually and has an inexpensive alternative. I'd rather pay much less and have the same look. I don't need the specific brand just because of the brand.
These thoughts all coming together; my YouTube Channel, blog, and passion for weirdness, confidence, comfort, financial awareness, and pretty things were born. I type now to share my thoughts, my findings, and to give others confidence to go out and be the best version of themselves.
I aspire to become a photographer for fashion and advertising. I decided I needed a good kick to actually begin. So, tonight, I sat down at my computer and began typing...
"Okay everyone, this is me..."
A few years ago I went through a span of about 3 months or so where I didn't do anything. I had already graduated high school, I attempted college but that just didn't work out. (Story for another time.) I ended up moving to Baltimore, MD for a few months. Living with my aunt, watching my 2 year old cousin, and only having connection to friends through the interwebs. While with my aunt, I did a lot of things with my hair that my parents wouldn't have approved of. This included dying blue as well as having a much more dramatic cut than I've ever had done.
I chopped it. Yup, pixie. Something I had always wanted to do but couldn't bring myself to. I loved the cut. Easy, cute, and...EASY. My shower time was cut from 15 minutes to about 5. I barely had to do anything to my hair and it still looked fine. However, I didn't feel good about myself...ever. I felt less feminine, and could never bring myself to wear my cute dresses because I didn't think it "worked." Thus the mid-length growth in the photo above.
After moving in with my parents and going through the whole "figuring out who I am...." etc. phase...I figured something out. I like to be pretty, but I LOVE to be comfortable. I needed things to be easy to do, comfortable to live in, AND still feel like the empowered, strong, woman that I am. I don't wear makeup everyday. I don't put a ton of thought into my daily outfits. I don't spend time looking good if I don't feel good. I began looking for blogs, YouTube channels, and just about anywhere I could to find tips and trick for looking feminine and girly...AND being super comfortable. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Not only that...but everything that gurus were talking about...well...let's just say the products were out of my price range. That being said, my dad is definitely accountable for 1/2 my raising. (He relates a lot to Spock.) Since I also have his DNA, I share his logical thinking. I hate spending more money on makeup which I know will run out eventually and has an inexpensive alternative. I'd rather pay much less and have the same look. I don't need the specific brand just because of the brand.
These thoughts all coming together; my YouTube Channel, blog, and passion for weirdness, confidence, comfort, financial awareness, and pretty things were born. I type now to share my thoughts, my findings, and to give others confidence to go out and be the best version of themselves.
I aspire to become a photographer for fashion and advertising. I decided I needed a good kick to actually begin. So, tonight, I sat down at my computer and began typing...
"Okay everyone, this is me..."
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