I don't even know where to begin with this post. I have been awol for a while and I apologize for all of that, but I must say that this week has been a bit more than most have to deal with in a month and its all been sort of raining down on me, and family and friends, and its just a rough time.


I am also in this weird space, where I have become ridiculously philosophical, and I am having all of these reflections, on life choices, on sliding doors. What if I had gotten on that train, what if I had answered that call, what differences would those changes have made? There was no train, or phone call but there is always a moment, or moments, in your life when you ask yourself those very questions. We tend to say "what if" ALOT, and I think somehow it provides resolution, or satisfaction, or maybe even just a sense of acceptance for a decision we made.

My decisions as of late, or the questions I am contemplating revolve mostly around career choices.  I was happily and gainfully employed, and doing something that I enjoyed at least momentarily, But I have also wanted more.  Not more money, or more work, but more out of life.

As a child I wanted to become a lawyer, who would eventually, become a judge, and later serve as a supreme court justice. It was not some idea of grandeur, or a crazy idealism of an irrational child, but the honest thoughts about what I would like to do with my life. I wanted to help people, to stand up for the meek, and fight for the rights of those who couldn't. In my current place in life, I would say that is what my role as PTA president has been. An opportunity for me to serve in a capacity with the ability to change the lives of children. To be an advocate for the advocateless and to help the broken. I wanted to improve the lives of the children within my reach, and not on just an emotional level, filling them with small moments of happiness through festivals, and small community events, but by enhancing the opportunities that they were given. I wanted to change their lives. Not for me, but for them. I was one of those children once, I didn't have the funds or resources  provided to me that other kids did, and sometimes it was hard and I wished that I had more. I can remember sitting outside of my house and singing "selena" songs wishing that I could be someone else. I suppose all children do that, but for me it was bigger than that. As PTA president, I had the honor and privilege of being named PTA of the year out of our school district, which was a truly remarkable and humbling experience. However, I was still left wanting to do more. I still felt like I hadn't done enough, there were still hungry children, children without necessary access to resources, children who were going without, that were falling through the cracks, so I took on a second term.

I haven't really figured out how I can impart the change I wish to see, what control I actually have over these things, but I would really like to. I would like to contact local sources and grow the awareness of the necessities of children in my area, and focus attention and detail on growing the resources provided to students in my area. I wish that I could do this, its where my heart feels most at home. I struggle with my inability to do so. So with all of that in mind I would like to say that I would honestly, realistically pursue a career in politics. Not to be better than anyone else, or because I know more than anyone. But because, I am a doer, I work hard, and I get things done, and advocating for children's rights, and education is something that we need to fight harder for, They are our future, and we so often lose site of that. As adults we are able to create situations for ourself, change jobs, change homes, etch but as children we are merely by products of that system. Its unfounded and unheard of the amount of funding going to schools that have "high" test scores, because of their excellence in learning, and on the flip side we have the students that truly need the funding, and all of the resources in the world, but they don't get it. I want to change that. I want to fight for the children that need the funding, we don't have to take away from those high performing schools, but we do need to find a way to bridge the gap, and offer those same advantages to the children who need help.

Blah, how do I go about doing this? How do I become a voice for the voiceless, I once listened to a speech on advocacy for students and lobbying on the hill, and it spoke to me in a way unlike anything else I had heard. I was empowered, emblazoned even to be that person, to stand up and say that I am making a difference for children all over this country, and that the weak, or meek have not been forgotten, that we are in fact providing for every child, regardless of their socio-economic background. I am an entire loss though, because getting from here, to there is a big jump, and I don't know where to begin.

In other news, I am presently getting an infusion to treat my lupus, and I am a bit drowsy thanks to the effects of the treatment, so forgive me if this seems like tireless ranting,

Back to the job search conundrum, a part of me has also considered pursuing the fashion blogging thing full time. There are so many fashion bloggers doing such great things, and I envy their success, but without taking any credit away from them, I can't wrap my head around advocating for fashion and investing all of my time into a cause that is not really a cause. So I am stuck between doors, I don't know which way to go, or what other options there are. I can't entirely rule out going back to getting a day job, but it took way more out of me, than even I had realized. Being unemployed has had an incredible affect on my attitude, and outlook on life, which is fantastic, but it has left a bigger hole that needs to be filled.

I must digress, and say that I started this article 2 weeks ago, and I am just now finding the want to finish writing it. There are quite a few grammatical errors etc. and I don't plan to change them, ha! I am going to go ahead and wrap this post up, and write a new one, with where I am at now, and what I am presently thinking.... But with everything in mind, and the fact that this post is stopping mid post, I just want to reiterate that I am a work in progress, as is this blog. I will get there, hopefully with some of you by my side. Until then. - S.

CONFESSION TIME.... IT IS IN FACT POSSIBLE TO BE "TOO GOOD" AT YOUR JOB. IT IS ALSO POSSIBLE, TO BE SO GOOD, THAT YOU ARE FIRED, AHEM "SEPERATED" FROM IT BECAUSE YOU ARE OVERQUALIFIED FOR YOUR POSITION. 


Yup, I was separated from my employment last week.  It is honestly a rather laughable situation when you read the first paragraph above. I seriously was "separated from employment," because my 5 year plans were too grand (advancement in any means, and a full work load), and I was clearly over qualified for my current position, so they had no choice but to let me go, for my own good, of course! Ha! I have never been so shocked in all of my life. But like I mentioned in my last post, before this heinous crime on American work ethic and drive occurred, my life has been a bit tumultuous as of late, so it is probably for the best.

In all honesty, I was feeling rather dissatisfied, with being handed crumbs to work on instead of the whole pie. I learned a lot from the situation, I learned even more about how to ethically treat people in the work place, and how to value work product and motivation.  I do no know that I will ever understand the idea of firing an employee because they are over qualified, want to advance within the company, are willing to work harder than they currently are, and are asking to sit idle as little as possible. In my world that equivalates to the ideal employee. I guess not in this case. I had to deal with all sorts of Human Resources violations and was absolutely wrongfully terminated, but I hold the company itself with the highest regards, and I would hate to tarnish their brand, simply because one of their employees is absolutely terrible at their job. It is rather unfortunate, because, while I don't plan on pursuing this further, at some point someone will, and it kills me that a great company will be harmed in the process.

Gosh, this whole scenario is such a strange thing. So anyways, back to sliding doors, that door has closed and its time for me to start afresh slide open a new shiny door, and seek gainful employment elsewhere. I do have to decide, where this leaves me. This is a great opportunity to take a look at what it is that I loved about my job, what I excelled at, and what things left me mightily discouraged.  I am confident that I will find something else, but my overarching desire to change the world, to change things, to be a meaningful member of society and to make a mark on this beautiful world, is still there, and that has me baffled. When I went back to work, I do so with gratefulness and ease, and was excited at the idea of re-entering the work place after being a stay at home mom for so many years. This time around, with the tears still fresh, the ink from the printer still drying I have to ask myself, if going back and doing meaningless clerical work, is what I want to do, or if this is the opportunity to change the game. Is it?! How do we know, when it is time, to throw a wrench in the motor, stop everything and change course? Is there some type of sign that drops down from the sky and tells you, this is it, this is your chance to change the world, this is the day you've been waiting for, the cause you have been fighting for all along, the chance to change things, this is IT.

I find it hard to believe, that something like that would just magically fall from the sky and land in my lap, but I also absolutely love the idea of making something from nothing, from creating a beautiful, articulate, lovely picture of a life from scraps and broken pieces.  People do it all of the time, so why not me? I am excited, I am encouraged. I have yet to figure out what it is, this thing, this cause, but today, on the eve of what already is the greatest step forward in woman's rights since 1789, I suppose it's a great day to dream big dreams. A woman is on the ticket for President of the United States, she did it, for all of us. She dreamed a dream, sat beside a man who was there, and is now doing it for herself and our nation. I have no idea what her term will look like if elected into office, but I do know, that she is changing the game for women everywhere, and for that, irregardless of what you do or do not think of the candidates or where your vote will fall, we should all be standing together. This is a momentous occasion, women have changed the world. This is my moment, my blessing in disguise, my chance to be a phoenix and rise from the ashes anew. I may not be an electoral candidate but I am still capable of much more than even I know yet, and no man shall ever put asunder what I myself decide to do. I will change the world, I will be the change I wish to see, and that will be enough.

Thanks for listening.
Xo

I must confess, and be really utterly honest with you all. I am selfish, ridiculously selfish, and I am using this blog as a place where I can come and write and be honest not only with myself but with all of you.

The people whom I share this life with, do not know of it's existence and it is not for them that I am writing. I am here because I live this, "rose colored glasses" life, where the assumption is that I am to behave a specific way or act a certain way, and honestly I am so tired of trying to be other peoples' expectation of me. I would just like to be liked and appreciated for me. For the thoughts and ramblings of my incoherent mind, the depressed and anxiety riddled mess of a woman that I am. It is for those things that I would like to be listened to, to be heard.

My story isn't meant to illicit apologies or confessions of shared experiences, or even accommodations for the life I lead, but I want to be heard. Even if the people that are listening, are few and far between and are not people I will ever come to know, I am glad you are listening.

I must too apologize, for my lack of true writing skills. I would love to be a writer, to sit in a cafe and write life changing, unapologetic literature, the things that invoke such emotion that you walk away feeling as though a part of you as either been ripped out or has been put back. That some fear has been made rational, that some definition of love has been spelled out, that somehow you have found a resolution that you didn't quite know you needed but you found none the less. That's what I want, to be able to write in a way that I can find those resolutions not only for myself, but maybe help others to find it as well.

I must digress though, and remind you, that I am not that person. I am not someone sitting in a cafe writing beautiful literature, sipping on coffee, and writing beautiful pieces, I am the person reading the writing of others and seemingly dreaming of a life where words flowed through me, the same way that they flow through them. That my feelings could somehow transcend space and time, and would just pour out of my fingers all the thoughts and feelings and raw emotions that I feel, that my soul could just be lost in this keyboard and be found on the pages of this blog.

I often feel as though I am a ship lost at sea, I actually wrote a letter once, to my husband, and then shared it with those I felt closest with, when my struggle with Lupus really kicked up, my clinical trial had rounded out unexpectedly and I started a new course of treatment. With Lupus nothing is guaranteed, in terms of day to day contentment etc, but with these new meds, these new awesome infusions come, great, ridiculously great success at managing most of my symptoms, but they also brought on with ravenous force anxiety I had never quite experienced and a depression as unforgiving.

I was lost, lost inside myself, lost deep within a hole, wanting so desperately to find my way out, but alas all that I could muster the strength to do, was to sit, inside my hole, in the deep dark loneliness of my soul and wither away.  So, I wrote a letter, I promised, I vowed that while I was a ship sailing in the darkness of the ocean, with no course and no path that I would find my way, to leave the light house lit and I would eventually make it out of this sea of darkness, that my life would somehow come back together, that within my dimly lit hole I would turn and see the ladder that has always somehow been sitting, right there waiting for me to climb up and out. But that right now, in this moment, where I am, the mere thought of moving seemed superfluous, that even the knowledge of a ladder and help and freedom, of a map or a compass to guide me home, that I still couldn't do it. The most that I could do, was confess that I was lost, confess that I needed help, because I wasn't strong enough to do it alone, but the hardest part was to confess that even with all the help in the world, that it had to be me. That I HAD to be the one to find the strength to climb out of the hole, to point my compass, to follow the light and to make it home.

So I wrote the letter, I shared it with those closest and it hurt them, it scared them, perhaps it made them realize parts of them, they didn't know were there, or fears they also share, maybe it was the reality of where I really am, beyond the shiny plastic covered exterior or rose colored glasses and a fake smile, but the true nature of my soul. It is in those moments though, when it is so hard to be selfish, you have to be, relentlessly so, because someone has to take care of you, someone has to be there to get you the FUCK out of the hole, but they are hurt, you've hurt those who are supposed to help you, because they don know how to do it. They have no clue how to heal this hurt that they either can not understand or do not wish to understand and so they mourn, and they pull away and they do the best they can to protect themselves, in an effort to do what they would assume is helping the general outcome of your situation. But it doesn't help, it adds to the frustration, and you sort of implode.

Well I imploded in January, its now November, I do think that I made it out of the hole, but this idea, of depression, of anxiety, it is something that I do not think that anyone can possibly relate to unless they have been in this place. It is not a choice, you do not have a choice whether you can or can not move, you are simply frozen, watching life pass you by, trying to sit, and stare, and smile, and nod and act as though there is some part of you that is still real, that you are still in there somewhere, but it is gone, it is lost and that idea, that particular thought, is a very hard concept to understand. I guess I could compare it to the idea of sitting on a train as you whiz through a city at full speed, or through a forest of trees and you glue your face to the window, determined that even though the train is barreling on at full speed and everything is a blur, that you will make out the people in the distance, or the animal peeking out of the trees. Honestly, you can not tell one tree from the next or determine if there is one person or two, you are moving so quickly that everything becomes blurred and you are powerless to change how quickly that version of life is passing you by. I think that's a good description of depression, it is this idea that life keeps going, at what seems like an incredible speed, and you are stuck sitting at the train station, watching train after train pass by, and never fully being able to get on the train and continue on your journey. It is such a strange thing, for so long I simply wanted to find a way to find the words to describe what it was like, what this felt like, why this was so hard, finding the words to explain something that you can't quite understand yourself is such a difficult thing to do. I still do not know that I understand the complexities of the mind, but I do understand that this treatment, these medicines are helping my lupus, and my mind is far less important than the over arching implications of worsening SLE. So I will sit, and wait, and work, to get myself back together.

Through this though, seeing life from the opposite side of things, I have come to a few conclusions. 1. I do not need to apologize for who I am. Whether I am having a good day or a bad day, the company I keep should understand that I am not perfect, I am human, I make mistakes and their will be good days and bad days, the good will surely outnumber the bad, but during those bad days my character should not be called into question.
2. Appearance is only skin deep. You should never judge someone by their ability to play the character they've been cast to play. I have a very extensive role, wife, mother, sister, daughter, etc. and while all of those roles include attending family bbq's, or getting my nails done, or going shopping, or going to practices and PTA meetings, that while I may in fact muster up the strength or the courage to do those things, that it was not easy. It did not come without difficulty and it does not come without consequences. Everything that I do, whether it is sitting laughing at a silly joke, or making random small talk with a stranger or my best friend, it is all difficult, it all takes effort and strength, and sometimes it is done through pain stricken eyes, and a pain stricken body and mind. When you have a chronic illness you are forced to become an incredible actor. You have two choices, choice number 1 being, let your disease win, lie in bed all day, never get up because just getting up is a struggle, and wallow in self pity. Choice number 2 is far more challenging, and requires you getting up, putting on your make up, making yourself look like a decent human being, finding every bit of strength you have and investing it in all of your relationships, giving selflessly until you literally have nothing left at the end of the day. I give every day to my children, to my family, to my friends, if ever there is someone that needs something, a friend in need, or a family member who needs help, I will be there, even if I have to drag my limp body across the floor to get there,  I will be. My selflessness does not mean that I am fine, or that it wasn't a challenge to get there, it just means that I value those around me, more than I value myself. I will always place someone else's worth above my own, because that is what I have to give. It is not much, it is not always enough, but I will consistently give to those who need it, ALWAYS.

I have so many more thoughts, but this is a Wednesday after all, and I do not even know that their is anyone reading this, or anyone who cares to read this. It is real and raw, and poorly written and is part of the story of my life, I guess it is more of a snippet of my thoughts and realizations of myself. I am going through some stuff right now, and I am trying to work my way through it. I use my fashion blog on Instagram as a way of forcing myself to get up, get dressed, and despite all odds, and all judgement make myself at least resemble a put together person. It is all a facade, you might as well call me the Wizard because my life is centered around the concept of OZ.

I will write more tomorrow, or later today, or some other time. If this resonates with you, feel free to comment, misery loves company, and company loves to listen and vent. I am always happy to share my story and to listen to your own. Anyways, this is me, take it, leave it, accept it, or move on to the next blog.




Unapologetic-ally yours,
Serenity

Cue purple Troll

Was I the only one who was seriously not thrilled about Halloween falling on a Monday? I know, I am a mom and somehow that means I must have an inherent excitedness when it comes to holidays. and I get it, (I do not care that I started that sentence with an and, or that its not capitalized, I am a big fan of random capitalization.) Halloween is fun, I love getting dressed up, and seeing my kids enjoy the day.. but we seriously put on costumes, which is so stressful because bugs 3 color hair do is not "just" right and bears costume is hot, and his muscles are making it tight, and what the bleepity bleep am I supposed to do about it?! Anyways, so there is all this awesomeness, my hair is straight up, because being mom of the year means I get to dress up too... I was a troll, with purple hair and all and cute rosy pink cheeks, aka pink paint in little circles on the apples of my cheeks... and my hair, that was sticking straight up, created by placing a cup upside down on my head. Like five minutes into that hair situation my head already hurt... I wore it to WORK. :/ Not fun. So they encouraged us to all dress up, so since my kids wanted me to, and I am usually pretty fun, I figured why not, so here I am in my cute little skin tone colored dress  (not fitted at all) that has sheer tulle over it, and my vertical purple troll hair, and 2 other coworkers who were dressed, but in like the cop-out costumes, where you cant tell if they are actually in costumes.... again, not cool. But anyways I go on my lunch break and walk past a store window, and realize to my surprise that not only am I standing out in a very big way, cue purple hair and all, but I am also completely see through from the waist down. Now thank the good Lord I had the sense to wear full butt panties, but seriously, they were these cute little boy shorts with white trim, and you could see EVERY DETAIL. Awesome, I got to go back to work, and walk along getting my lunch in a see through get up. I am super fun, y'all! I can not even imagine what my coworkers must have thought. No one mentioned it to me, so I had no clue.

Anyways, by the time I got home, picked the kids up from after school care, sprayed my daughters hair in 3 precise sections with 3 different colors of hair spray, and fastened my son into his master chief costume, I decided that I didn't care if I was see through at this point and just owned it. Yup, I am that hot mess mom. So after that, I painted my husband's face, and turned him into a skeleton, dia de los muertos style, and I have to say I loved it. Every time I looked over I couldn't help but giggle at how fun it was, and how realistic it was in the whole its just face paint and can only look so real thing. But I did really enjoy it.

Doing our very best, serious, "we are dead people" faces.

I started the evening super reluctant, my lupus has been killing me lately, body aches, swollen nodes, sores in my mouth, questionable personality, a genuine lack of people skills and the idea of seeing hordes of people and smiling and walking and doing so much crappity crap crap was less than appealing. None the less, I went, we went, we picked up a friends son who's mom just had a baby via c-section, and took him with us, and met up with some friends, and then with more family and it was actually a great time. This sour puss genuinely enjoyed watching the kids barrel their way down the street, and laughing with the other grown ups at random costumes and just really enjoyed the evening. The weather could not have been nicer, and the company was wonderful. Although when the evening began I really wanted to post pone Halloween a few days, or just bail on the whole situation all together, I am super glad it all worked out as it was supposed to. Drama filled and all.

We went to a family BBQ on Sunday and I painted our faces for that too, it was really fun.. I had no idea how much fun face paint is, my daughter told me it should be my new career and I could charge 1 quarter for every face I paint... If only .25 cents was enough to retire on, that wouldn't be such a bad gig, except that I lack patience, and true artistic talent, those seem vaguely important when staking a life on them. Anyways, Halloween was rounded out this morning by my husband hiding the Halloween candy, and telling the kids that he ate it all (cue Jimmy Fallon) we didn't record it, because we really did not expect a huge reaction... well they both started crying immediately and were so upset with my husband, full on loud tantrum crying that he ate their candy. It was hilarious, even when he fessed up and gave them the candy back, my daughter was certain that he really had eaten quite a bit of it, and was still rather pissed off at him.. how dare he! :P

Happy Halloween from our house... cue a few crappy I-phone Pictures to get you in the spirit. I will get back to the good ones soon.

SO MUCH P U R P L E.

xoxo
Seren

It's me again! Today I am talking, fashion! Let me be honest in saying that I had ZERO interest in bringing back the seventies and throwing on my very own pair of CULOTTES, buuuut I did and I am in LOVE!!!
To be honest, it may just be this brand of culottes or maybe its the fit, or the color, or the soft dreamy denim they are made from, but they are my new favorite pair of jeans! I could wear them everyday, if only they were not a friggin pair of culottes... they tend to stand out... seeing as they are culottes! Ha! I can't say culottes enough times, I never thought I would be back in a pair, and especially never pictured myself loving these things! But I do, I am in love... Okay I won't make you wait any longer.. Drum roll please, THE CULOTTES!!!



So I may have mentioned it, but when I put this outfit on, and then curled my hair, I instantly had this Farrah Fawcett flash back moment, and was totally A-Ok with that. That chick is a total babe, and I wouldn't mind stealing a few moves from her!

This outfit... it is from the cutest little boutique in Westlake, located right off of Beecaves, and its name happens to be BEEHIVE! It is ADORABLE. I wanted everything. It is one of those stores, where you should only take cash, because having a credit or debit card and unlimited access to funds or pseudo funds is dangerous. I could spend all of my money in there, I am like just take it all, just take my money. Hahaha. I love their store. I linked them in my outfit post on Instagram, they are definitely on insta so you can be sure to check out their page. I am obsessed.

I bought the gorgeous sweater from there as well, and I just love the soft loose feel. It hangs perfectly, in all the right places, its loose enough around your waist to keep you comfortable, but has enough shape around the nape of the neck thanks to that amazing collar, that you are still feminine and flirty. I wore this outfit to work, and feel like I nailed it. I wore it to my sons soccer practice after, and then over to the hospital to see a friend who had just had a baby, case and point this outfit kind of works for everything.
I received so many compliments and it really was effortless.. the culottes-said it again!- were on SALE for less than $50, the sweater was under $40, and those cute camel sandals were under $15!!! YA'LL UNDER 15! Seriously, its a problem, I could spend so much money in that store!

OH, I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION IT... my jewelry! All of my jewelry is from Rocksbox, and its fabulous, and if you haven't heard of it, you need to check it out! I will upload a link in my page for all of you to check it out. If you use my code you can get a FREE MONTH!! Basically, they send you 3 pieces of name brand jewelry a month, you wear what you want (have the option to buy the pieces at a discounted price) and then send back what you don't, free shipping both ways, and you get an unlimited jewelry wardrobe. In these pictures I am wearing all 3 of my Rocksbox pieces! The cutest ear jackets, some gorgeous drop earrings, and that awesome gold necklace!


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xoxo,
Serenity

I've got those Friday fall feels.

Hey,

So you will have to forgive me as I get acclimated to this whole idea of blogging. I have SOOOOO freaking much to say, and well, I need a place to say it. I don't necessarily care if you approve of what I am saying, or even how invested you are, in what I am doing with my life. Mostly, I need a place to come and celebrate life's small victories and really seriously complain about life's miseries. Haha! Ya'll are so excited aren't you?

I sound amazing! Ha. I am totally not that bad. So my name is, Serenity, I am slightly crazy, super dorky and mostly a delight to be around. I am married and I have two littles. My son (aptly coined Bear) is nearly 9, and my daughter (aptly named Bug) is nearly 7. I am nearly 31! Argh, where did the time go?! I feel so old as of late. I know I know, 31 is like the new 15 or some shit like that, but I don't feel 15, I feel 31.

So as I was saying, or writing or whatever, I am a mother of two, a wife, ex-stay at home mom, newly employed worker bee, and PTA President( Go me!----GAG). My life is seriously ridiculously busy, and meanwhile I also have LUPUS!!!! If you don't know what that means, essentially its like winning the sickness library. Literally anytime, I mean ANYTIME I get sick, whether it's "cold/flu like symptoms" or freaking Pleurisy, its JUST my lupus. My hands and feet swell, thats the lupus, I have a 102 degree fever, you guessed it- LUPUS. It's pretty much super annoying and crappy and I am so over doctors telling me, that I have everything in the world, and it is all just my Lupus. The crappy part is, that they say that as a polite way of saying sorry but you are F*cked and there is nothing we can do about it. You just get to feel like sh*t all the time and grin and bear it. I am not grinning. I am not amused body, NOT. AMUSED.

But in all seriousness, my lupus is a very small part of my life. I mean it controls everything I do, and don't do and my everything, but I like to pretend its not there because, you know, those days where its really bad, there is no hiding from it. It's like an earthquake and fire and brimstone and volcanic ash and lava and a lot of really crappy crap, so the rest of the time, I tell myself I am just Peachy Freaking Keen.

I am a total hot mess, I do not have my sh*t together, if you can't already tell. I am just another mom, trying to make it, doing something. I currently spend most of my time attempting to be a halfway decent Instagram Fashion Blogger. I do LOVE clothes, and getting dressed, and finding deals, so check out my instagram, follow along etc... If you ever need advice on where to find a great deal or what to find, send me a message, comment, something- I am the best- like if they gave awards for the best deal finder when it comes to clothes- I would absolutely win that trophy. Ha! I am ridiculous, and I hope you are all excited to follow along and learn more about the day to day life and fashion of me.

This is going to be honest, raw, emotion felt, and full of entertainment. If you hate it, I never liked you anyway, and if you love it, spread the love, someone else might enjoy it too.


-Serenity