The perfect nude is hard to come by—it requires either a search of unlimited patience, or rides entirely on luck. Too pink. Too orange. Too brown. Too chalky. Et cetera. Rosy browns and mauves are my choice of color—they're effortless. Natural. No endless amounts of squatting on the floor of ... Read More
Adventures in Bellydancing: The First Class
I just took my first bellydancing class. Actually, let me re-write that statement. It needs exclamation points to properly exude my current emotional state. I just took my first bellydancing class!! Two exclamations for good luck and emphasis (I like my things in even numbers). It was perhaps one ... Read More
#FattieNotAFoodie: The Avocado Booty Call
"I'm a fattie, not a foodie." . . . I love food, so much so I secretly wish I was one of those sophisticated foodies who pick at their caviar and cheeses with the air of a seasoned—no pun intended—connoisseur. I see, I smell, and devour; apparently I have a Napoleon complex when it comes to ... Read More