I just finished driving from one state through two. Long distance trips are fun. Drinking caffeine from divey coffee huts, listening to Dust by Patricia Cornwall. By the way, it made me sleepy so I ended up listening to a funk CD that my old man made me. Oh, calm down, folks say that when they’ve been in a relationship for awhile! Plus, I may not be uttering those words much longer. So, I need to get it out here.

Okay, I can recall when I made my first mix tape for a guy I really liked. I don’t remember his name. That’s not saying much is it. It had a lot of Quincy Jones and Michael Jackson on it.

Driving for nine hours to me isn’t that much. You think, and think and think.

I passed through rain, snow, rain and fog. Exciting yes? Not really.

I starting thinking about when we’re young and the image of beauty we see. I always remember my mother looking stunning. She’d wear long brown boots with an inside zipper, a long corduroy skirt, a blue blouse with a matching blazer. It was the seventies. She also had long red hair and bright red lips. By seeing that everyday, I knew I had a lot to live up to. She rocked it.

Up until 12 years old, I had been a tomboy. I mean sneakers, shorts, red tube socks and a basketball. Then I discovered lip gloss. The good kind with the roller ball that went effortlessly over my lips with a glossy finish. That thing was trouble. It kicked me off.

Then blue eye shadow. If you’ve been reading this blog you’re up to speed. Disco necklaces, hair straighteners, black eye liner, black high heels and panty hose.

Since I started dating in my teens, I’ve always wanted to look good for ya.
Since my twenties I’ve always cared how I LOOK. I still do.
I love makeup and hair products…..

I do all this….to look good for ya