Hi, my name is Hannah and I have a blue mascara addiction.
It all started when I was 12 years old and wanted to start wearing makeup. My mom bought me my first tube of mascara, which happened to be Great Lash Royal Blue. I’m not sure if she felt like wearing blue mascara was more youthful than black, or if maybe she was hoping for an 80s throwback, but I loved it. I loved it so much, in fact, that I wore it nearly every day for 16 years of my life. And even when I stopped wearing it, it wasn’t by choice. It wasn’t until Great Lash discontinued their Royal Blue mascara that I was forced to start branching out. I tried brand after brand and I could never find the right shade of blue or the right formula.
Have you ever been to a favorite things party? I have ALWAYS wanted to go to one! So, when my cute friend Dani invited me to her Favorite Things Party I was so excited!! Dani and I met in cosmetology school years and years ago. I always say that hair school friends are like sisters. They have seen you at your worst, you have been through it all together (including every hair color), and you most likely have ruined each others hair and/or nails at one time or another. I can go years without seeing my girls and we can always pick up right where we left off!
Photo by Terra Cooper Photography
We have been going through a bit of a rough patch with Veda and Jude. Veda is the epitome of a mean big sister and Jude is the most sensitive little guy on the planet. He is either giggling to the point of hiccups or having a total cry fest. So, the two of them together is usually a recipe for disaster!
I’ve had a serious case of writers block today. Most days what I want to write just comes to me, almost like an actual light bulb in my brain. This post has been different. I feel like I have so much to say, and yet nothing is coming. So I’m going to write what is on my mind right now. I usually call it word barf, but for some reason that seems unappealing so maybe we’ll go with word trail mix. Minus the raisins.
This post has been a surprisingly difficult one to write! It is so hard to do this topic justice, though I’m sure this is only the first of many posts. I was so privileged to grow up with my amazing sister who was born with spina bifida when I was 3 years old. It wasn’t always fun, and it wasn’t always easy, but I always felt like we were so lucky. I admired the strength of my incredible mother. She never complained and was always positive. Her example was a shining one and still influences my daily life, though in a different way than I had anticipated.
I love this time of year! There is something thrilling about a clean slate and being able to accomplish, change, or be anything I want.