Its Official!!!!

So after having one tough Monday I walk in our house to Joe holding a box from the post office. This elusive box was completely unexpected but its contents have changed the entire course of my day. As Joe opened the box and rustled through the styrofoam pieces, his beautiful eyes lit up. He simply said, "It's your crown and your sash!" Pardon? Seems my pageant liason, Angela wasn't just blowing smoke, I really am the delegate for the state of Tennessee in the Mrs. Division! Wow!
This changes everything. I'm not just this outsider trying to fit into this new world, I'm actually a part of it! I'm a pretty pageant girl! Who knew?

I cant seem to take the plastic off the crown. If I put the crown on my head, it's real. I'm not ready for it to be real yet. For now, here's some pictures of the sash and crown, maybe I'll be able to put them on soon...

Concealing potentially deadly weapons and lash and hair part 2

So to finish up a previous blog, I found some very inexpensive lashes and am getting used to some very pretty fake hair.
To anyone that has ever used fake eyelashes, I commend you! Fake eyelashes are not user friendly for this ol' girl. After a few tries though, I feel like I'm a bit better at it and may upgrade to some flashier eyelashes a bit closer to the pageant. There is truly no way to tell you how crazy good these eyelashes make my eyes look so below is a pic. Plus, I am open to any pointers that you lash veterans may have to offer me.
The fake hair...what can I say. I love the fake hair! I feel so stinking pretty with the fake hair. It speaks to everything I usually poke fun at, beauty is in hair, crazy. Unfortunately, there really is beauty in hair for me. It changes everything about me and I look forward to how it will enhance my look for the pageant.
Now for the concealer. I have to cover up my multi-colored bird menagerie on my arm or risk losing some points and possibly losing the pageant if I don't take this seriously. That is not an option! I am now in this to win! The Kat Von D stuff didn't seem as smart a move after a second look, so after some researching and discussion with a few girls at Sephora, I decided on a palette of concealers. This way I can blend the various colors and make my perfect concealing hue. It's heavy and long lasting so I'm happy. I plan on having a little slumber party time with the hubby and trying it out. Below is a pic of it just for you!
I also picked a palette of eyeshadows out for the weekend. All of which  are highly pigmented and can be easily blended or stand out on their own. I'm a happy girl.










So here I am, blogging about makeup, I never thought I'd be a blogger, much less a blogger about makeup but I have found a new love. I feel like I have never looked  better. Each time I go out I now try to put my best face forward and look my best. Maybe this pageant stuff is good all the way around.

Refocused and Ready

First of all, I want to appologize for my absence. I have had a couple of monumental things happen lately that were very unexpected. My dad's health is failing so I've had no choice but to be in the middle of some important decisions about the future. I am your typical, southern, daddy's girl so suffice it to say, I am crushed by this. So without devulging too much about my dad situation, I am struggling to get through each day without tears and remembering each day is a gift and a treasure never to be taken for granted. In the midst of that huge undertaking I wrecked my car, my beloved Cameron.
She was a treasure to me for five years and took me and my new family everywhere we wanted to go and got us there in style. For those of you that are not or have never been emotionally attached to a vehicle, please excuse and indulge me for a moment. We got Cameron during my first trimester with Gavin. She safely took me to Lovell Road every day for the next few months. We also chose that vehicle to bring Gavin home from the hospital after his birth. It has endured my messiness as well as Gavin's toddlerness. She was there through each new job, got me back and forth to the hospital when dad had a stroke, and has served as my office, prayer closet, and quiet place. I said good bye to her today. Yes, I talked to a car; I pretty much had a memorial service with her and let her know how much I appreciated her and how much I'll miss her. Crazy as that may sound, it helped me.
I asked dad a few days ago if I should still go through with this pageant deal with everything that's surrounding us right now. I feel selfish to be doing this and my hope is that I'm never, ever found to be disrespectful in any situation. I believe that keeps me from doing alot of new things unfortunately. Luckily, he said that not only should I do it, but go win it all. I can only agree. Now, with less than six weeks left until the pageant I have no choice but to get my act together. Now, I'm not only doing this to show myself that I can accomplish a goal, but hopefully make my dad proud.