I want to come here and furiously write some brilliant combination of words that will make your head twirl.

But that’s not going to happen.

I’ve been lurking online a lot lately, peeking in on your lives, reading the ‘viral’ articles that either rally people together or split friends right down the middle.

Then there’s Miley. She’s kind of everywhere in not very much clothing, isn’t she?

Had paparazzi been following my every move when I was 17 (I realize she’s 20, by the time I was 20 I had already been married for a year) and you could have all witnessed my scantily clad exploits via the Internet you would all be blaming me for ruining society as a whole and psychologists would write articles about my breakdown and probably blame my parents, or maybe the state of Utah. I’d like to blame high school. Yeesh. High school.

Here’s the thing, whackadoodle me fell in love with a boy not long after some of my roughest brushes with various and assorted illegal and immoral behavior. That boy changed me for the better and helped lift me up to where I am now. I hope Miley falls in love with a boy who grows into a handsome man. One who cares for her and helps her realize her potential as a fully dressed, successful woman who doesn’t lolly about licking chains.

Though never stop with the red lipstick or the fair skin, Miley. Those things you have totally right.

That’s the other thing, part of America (the part I am very disappointed with) thinks the new Miss America is too brown to be Miss America while she is considered TOO BROWN to be “pageant worthy” in her own culture. THE HELL, SOCIETY? I didn’t even realize THIS WAS A THING. Clearly my blue eyes and fair skin need to move to India while Nina’s dark complexion can stay right here in America where despite warnings of skin cancer, tanning salons still exist ALL OVER THE PLACE.

I mean.

There’s been arguments about people only showing the pretty stuff, fabricating elaborate lies and sharing our lives in a narcissistic and desperately needy way.

If you haven’t seen Tracy Clark’s post about reality reframed, you must. Go, now. I’ll wait.

Good, right?

That’s what we’re all doing with our lives, picking out the lovely bits in all the ridiculousness and sharing it. Or at least that’s what I’m trying to do.

You know when you turn on your camera to take a photo only to realize SURPRISE! OH HI IT’S YOU AND YOU TOTALLY WEREN’T EXPECTING TO SEE YOU!

I think those moments are funny.

Because when I mean to turn the camera on myself I come out looking like this:

I put my full support behind BITE lip color. This one is cashmere lip cream in Sancerre. My other favorite is the lip crayon in either pomegranate (red) or velvet (pink)

(Also worth noting: Bite Lip products ARE THE BEST EVER. Gluten free. Cruelty free. Go. Buy. Now.)

When I don’t mean to have the camera on me? This happens:

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I don’t even know what’s going on there. I like to call it “There ain’t no filter for crazy.”

Which is a lot closer to my reality than the aforementioned glamor shot showing off my favorite lipstick.

My reality right now is that there are a lot of stretchy pants and not a lot of makeup. Thoughts are all kind of jumbly but the sun is shining — most of the time.

And this, there’s lots of this in my life right now. (Given it’s peppered with foot stomping, boneless fits of terror, and unholy amounts of shrieking — but still, this.)

Comments

  1. Holy crap lady, that second picture just gets funnier every time I look at it. I’ve had a total hell in a handbasket kind of week and that is the first thing that’s made me laugh in a non “if I don’t laugh I’ll cry” sort of way all week. Thanks for that. :-)

  2. OK, my bestie and I took pics like your second and sent them to each other as our call pics. So now the worst photo ever of me pops up on her phone all the time! Yay! Right?

    Stretchy pants for the win! I gave up on pants this summer because, work pants, pshh. Maxi dresses!! No shaving or buttoning required! Woo!

  3. Seriously I can’t handle it. Not only do I adore your blog and writing…but way too often I come on here and read a post about EXACTLY what’s been on my mind lately. It’s unreal.

    But seriously, I love your blog. My dear Friend, Tara {also a friend of yours} pointed me to it a couple of years ago – and I couldn’t be more thrilled!

  4. Oh, it’s you again! I’ve missed you!

  5. I love you, I miss you and I took a screencap of that photo.

  6. You’re pretty, from the heart on out. xo

  7. Love it! Inspired me to write about it too! I only ever show the nice neat bits- I would die of humiliation if people saw how much of a clutter bunny I am!

  8. You are always honest and it is refreshing. Hope you are well lady!

  9. I’ve missed your blogging so much!! And that funny-face picture just made me die laughing, so thanks for that :)

  10. I feel like a lot of this described me. Only, having to go to the office every day has, up until very recently, had me pushing dress code boundaries and wishing it included yoga pants.

    Life is wild…and sometimes I deal with it better than others.

  11. Casey I died!! You should start a site where everyone has to send their true selfies in. hahahahahaha.

  12. I love you. All the things a dad wishes for his baby is coming true. It’s nice to know you will always be my daughter.

  13. Lipstick color…please!

    Casey Reply:

    @Catherine, Sancerre, Sancere? It’s something French sounding with an S, C and R. Bite Cashmere Lip Stuff. AMAZE.

  14. I ran right out and bought me some of that lipstick. (Now I must have more of it in many colors.) And also, I have loved your blog for years and think we’d get along splendidly and be BFFE’s if you were my neighbor. (You know–in case you were thinking of moving back to Utah.)

  15. You don’t seem to realize that a lot of the time… the words that you write are brilliant even when you think they’re not.

    Now… write a tutorial on how to embed instagram video. :)