Showing posts with label short stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short stuff. Show all posts
W H Y D O Y O U W E A R S O M U C H M A K E U P ?
A question posed often.
Usually out of curiosity than malevolence. I answer jokingly with a half-hearted smile and benign laughter. 'People scream when they see me bare-faced,' or 'One thing leads to another and nothing ever stops.'
A person's descent into makeup madness begins slowly. Just a concealer and mascara before exploding into puffs of powdering smoke and smokey eyes. I decided to tell my beginnings through visual-audio form.
Ish.
D I D Y O U K N O W I K N I T ?
As if I couldn’t be more old in the eyes of the youth.
Knitting is awesome. I say as a 83-year old trapped in a 18 year old body. As I drink my sweet strawberry tea in a knitted cardigan. While I don't know anyone under fifty who knits, I know everyone has at least a hobby. Knitting is mine.
And what better way to express my love, than through video?
And what better way to express my love, than through video?
When I got my ukulele in February, many asked I should play some music on my Youtube Channel. I laugh at the ludicrous thought. As friends, parents and strangers will tell you, I'm not a singer. With a Disney Princess voice that can't stay in tune and a limited vocal range. I stick to lullabies often.
That didn't stop me from sitting in front of my camera and filming a cover of You Are My Sunshine.
Ish.
A M I C O O L ?
Despite my depressing disposition on life saying otherwise, I like to think I am. I have my own kind of cool that I assure myself no one else has. My identity is unique like everyone else. So in a way, I'm cool. Cooler than anyone else while synchronously being the un-coolest one.
I've come to accept that. I won't be like everyone else nor will everyone else be like me.
So why don't I feel so cool?
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