When More is More

I was having an early morning discussion about 30 minutes ago that inspired this post. We always say that less is more, which under most circumstances is usually true. However, there are times where more is definitely more.

I think about strippers and prostitutes pre-1950s I would say, while they were more gaudy in the styles that they wore, they still dressed and carried themselves as ladies.  There may have had those few that were over the top.  Yet, when they presented themselves to the world if you didn’t know their profession, you wouldn’t have known that they were ladies of ill repute.

Today, it’s difficult to tell the ladies from the strippers and the prostitutes. We as ladies don’t wear slips any more. We don’t wear camisoles or stockings. We no longer carry ourselves with poise and dignity. I want to see that again.

There are times when we want to get our sexy on, however, sexy does not equate to naked either.

Act like a lady, Think like a lady, Be treated like a lady.

Breakfast

This morning’s smoothie recipe:

3 ripe bananas
2 cups of strawberry yogurt
3 cups pineapple juice
1 can of sweetened condensed milk
1 lb of frozen strawberries
1 lb of frozen peaches

Enjoy!!!!

Remove the log from your eye, Before you take the speck of sand from another’s eye

I saw a status recently on Facebook, talking about women who wear extensions. The person who posted the status would be considered a natural hair wearer, however this same person wears false eyelashes that are Snuffleupagus length.

I am not writing this to call this person out, yet it inspired the hypocrisy that we all show. I don’t believe I would have been so inspired had the status not referred to how these women who had extensions felt like they looked so hot. Well the same would go for the overly long fake eyelashes that one has applied on a regular.

I think anyone should feel beautiful. I don’t always think that everything someone wears looks nice, however I don’t need to talk about those who do the same thing that I do just in a different way. In my opinion that is down right ignorant.

We as women do this regularly to each other. Why….mostly because we are not happy with ourselves.

So lady friends, let’s remember, next time we talk about another woman doing something, make sure that we aren’t doing it also.

Love y’all!!

V.S.O.P.

I really dislike this song, yet I love this song. V.S.O.P is about a woman who loves a man. This man has another woman yet they have so much history and so much love that they keep coming back to each other.

The reason I love this song is because there is always that one guy or two guys, where no matter how much the two of you may fuss and fight you love each other. You know what he likes to drink, how he likes his food, if he smokes weed whether he likes it rolled in a leaf or he smokes out of a pipe. There’s no other place than in his arms that you want to relax, yet it’s always something-stubbornness, attitudes, other women, dreams, goals or just plain ‘ole timing.

No matter  how many problems, or how many years, they will always be Very Special.

Friends: Supportive or Unsupportive

 

I recently got out of a relationship with my child’s father. I love him very much, however it just seemed like he and I could never just find our rhythm. I would talk to my friends, associates, fellow female counterparts-seeking advice and support. Thinking that these ladies would have a new perspective for me to see. What was I missing?? 

I love my friends and my family. They have supported me in ways that no one could have imagined, however I never had someone tell me to get back in there and fight it out when I was ready to walk away. That small little push a woman might need from that friend that says, Girl, you are just mad right now. You love him. You aren’t going any where. You get back in there and fight for your relationship. 

What happened to that? 

I think we as women are secretly bitter. We are either single and miserable or in a relationship and miserable, so we won’t tell that friend that she needs to stick it out and make it work. We won’t tell that friend that she is acting like a bitch and she is just being emotional.

Ladies let’s think next time our friends come to us. Are we speaking from a place of truth or a place of hurt?

The Verge of The Beginning

We all have these points in our lives where everything in the past must end, and a new book begins. I am currently in that place. I suppose this is the best place for my blog to start with it’s first post. 

I am on the verge of becoming a single mother. I’m 33 weeks pregnant currently. I’ve been on bed rest most of my pregnancy and haven’t worked. I’m broke, relying on others to help me. Everyday that I get closer to my due date is like the countdown to a bomb going off. 

Even with the countdown, I have never been more excited. I am having a daughter. Me, mother to a girl: can you say crazy!!!!!

I am 31 and I am about to begin the most amazing journey of my life. I hope to share it with you all.

This is the verge of the beginning and I want you all to come along with me. Share with me as I share with you. 

Love you all

D. Harmonylux