The New Leggings

Since maxi dresses are the new leggings, if you're not tight in all the right spots get some shape wear.  There are inexpensive options to Spanx.  My body isn't perfect by far. I have trouble spots too. But what you don't do is highlight them by wearing ill fitting clothes or following trends that are unflattering for your shape and size.   

After a certain age a woman should don what's she's comfortable wearing and not concern herself with trends. I stay up on the latest fashion because its an interest of mine. Do I live by what's in the pages of the latest Elle? Hell to the nah! Am I envious of the midriff tops that are so the rage this summer? Somewhat. But rather than put my spare tire on display, I'm binging on water so that jus' maybe it'll disappear. Be fabulous in your maxi dress and or leggings, but be kind to those who may not want to see all that you're working w/.

Ugh!

Shopping one of my favorite past times recently has become more like a chore. Ugh! Maybe I discarded one too many garments, in the process of moving and cleaning out my closet. I assume that while strolling the aisles I'll fall in love with a piece and add it to my collection, but not so much.  Nothing seems to catch my eye, let alone hold my attention.  I'm seriously considering investing in a sewing machine and creating the one of a kind pieces I fail to see. 

Cake!

It's been far too long since I've baked a cake. Mainly because I wasn't making a profit, and many of my family and friends wanted to come to the table empty handed.  I decided to hell with baking, unless of course, I wanted cake!  I've been drooling ever since Mother's Day when my Auntie whipped up a Cream Cheese Pound cake that was sinfully delicious.  I copped the ingredients and the cake has my home smelling some kinda good.  


After today, I've come to the realization that each man should marry a woman who bakes him a cake from scratch. I'm not talmbout Duncan Hines, and or Betty Crocker, but a cake from scratch.  It's a labor of love.  


While whipping my cake to perfection of course the hand held sifter fell to pieces, but I kept at it 'cause there's nothing more delicious than a cake baked from scratch, and not that store bought stuff shelved at your local supermarkets.  If a woman bakes you a cake from scratch rest assured that she loves you and you're some kinda special 'cause Ms. Wordsmith went to work whipping that beauty to behold.  

Balance

Life is a balancing act. One must constantly decide what's of importance to him or her.  Time is the one thing we can not retrieve. You create moments by spending time that will hopefully fill you with glee when you reflect.  Make sure you're spending your time with people you enjoy, and doing things that make you happy. 

Me & You

Most people would run to you considering you're sweet bliss, but I'm running from you 'cause I know you're no good for me and I for you.  Let's keep it one hundred.  Leave the pleasantries for those who need exist in that state. Heartbreak has a way of reigniting that flame.  They say you can't know one emotion not having felt the other. That there's a polar opposite. Where there is hot, there is cold and so on. Yeah, on & on, off and on and off!

Comfort, Pleasure & Pain

Why is it the ones that you're least likely fit for and with that you can't seem to forget? I Clair, when I'm old and gray rockin' in my wooden chair on the front porch I imagine you'll be the one that fills my daydreams with sweet caress. Having gotten away, at least in the physical sense.  The one I laugh about with my friends while we sip our tea and gossip.  Hoping the grands don't hear us 'cause these are secrets I'll take with me to my grave and they needn't know once upon a time their Granny loved another man besides their Pa. 

Not even then can I divulge to the girls jus' how much I still care 'cause players don't feel. But damn I felt an awful lot for and of you.  I need remembering of what it is and not what it was once upon a time when you were the comfort, pleasure and pain. Left my heart slain. Yet, I remember it ALL. How could I possibly forget my surrendering to your kiss? By remembering I gather sooner than later I'll forget. But I know you'll be the one that will forever haunt my daydreams and 'cause nightmares. Nothing like almost doesn't count or we could've been, if not for the sake of timing.

Amen

So I've taken a hiatus from blogging for a number of reasons. I won't bore you with them all. But the one that tops my list is privacy.   I found myself revealing way too much over the past four years of blogging.  At first, I thought what the hell! No one knows me or who I'm talmbout, but close friends and immediate family. However, I would soon learn that an  old friend had been following and reading my post. 


I didn't mind so much. I was actually flattered. Yet, I felt like he'd invaded my privacy by reading the intimate details that I hadn't even shared(verbally) with him.  The experiences were our own(if it makes sense). Yet, I posted in the form of a blog.  Mmmmm not so good.  I had to analyze my feelings and I couldn't be upset with anyone other than myself.  I'd rather he had not ever read what I'd written. I didn't write it with the intention of his probing eyes ever surfacing.  


I've come to the realization that the Internet isn't a place to put ALL your business. Granted we live in the age of technology and overexposure, but I ultimately control what details I share and with whom and in the manner.  Let's jus' say, I probably won't be posting anything that I wouldn't want my Grandma Ma Ma to read, God rest her soul.