Mornings. Good GOD I hate mornings.
Nobody, not one soul, rolls out of bed in perfect appearance ready to take on the trials of a pin up princess.
Anybody? Perfect pin curls? Right out of bed? Nope. Didn't think so.
If you're like me you've got some monster hair going on, and likely yesterday's makeup smeared in some direction unflatteringly down your face. Let's be clear, I am high maintenance as hell. Anyone who knows me will concede to my princess status. Yet some days I just do not want to go near that makeup bag, or all those steps to do my hair (though I will sit and stare longingly at my pin up garb).
I think lately I've been realizing - no, becoming empowered by telling myself that, I don't need to be perfect from head to toe to wear my best clothes and be who I am.
Do you know how many times I've been asked "what's a pin up"?! People here don't even know, so why should I care if there's no eyeliner on my face, or I have done NOTHING but throw on a perfect outfit and a hair wrap.
(Hint: I don't care ;)
Bombshells, princesses, and low maintenance dolls, be you. Be perfectly preciously you.
With or without the bells and whistles.