OOTD & My "Running Late Face" for Tuesday

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Just another average Tuesday, but here’s my makeup for today.  Just a few sparkles and basic eyeliner.  This look takes about 15 minutes.  When I don’t have much time (which is usually), this is a go-to look that I have stashed in my brain. I call this my “running late face”: Continue reading OOTD & My "Running Late Face" for Tuesday

OOTD & My "Running Late Face" for Tuesday

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Just another average Tuesday, but here’s my makeup for today.  Just a few sparkles and basic eyeliner.  This look takes about 15 minutes.  When I don’t have much time (which is usually), this is a go-to look that I have stashed in my brain. I call this my “running late face”: Continue reading OOTD & My "Running Late Face" for Tuesday

My People: The Strange & Beautiful

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Strange Friend #1 – Z, my BFF

“When you are abnormal, first the normal ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, but then you win.” – Mahatma Gandhi (paraphrased)

 

I love strange people.  I identify with strange people because I am strange.  My friends are strange.  Weirdness feeds my soul.  Normalcy depresses me.

Weirdness makes me feel alive.  Normalcy makes me feel like my mother.  My mother didn’t understand weirdness, while I thought being normal was overrated.

I remember when I was a very small child living in New Mexico, my family attended a very small Seventh-Day Adventist church.  My mother had just converted to the faith by my godmother, Aunt Z.D.  Aunt Z.D. was around 80 years old at the time and so were almost all of the other church-goers.  My mother was the youngest adult there; my sister and I were the only children.

There was this old couple that went to church there, Brother and Sister Lawrence.  She played piano and he played the accordion.  I thought the accordion was the coolest thing I had ever seen and heard in my young life.  I was just fascinated by this weird instrument.  It had keys like a piano, but it also had small buttons and bellows.

 

I wonder if Brother Lawrence had something to do with my love of old blues music? (Photo of Leadbelly from the Wikimedia Commons)

 

Another time, when I was in 3rd grade, there was some sort of school assembly we had to go to.  I don’t remember what the assembly was about but there was this guy there who played music in an odd way.  First he played the wine glasses; then he played the SAW!  I was blown away by this man’s talents.  I didn’t even know that it was possible to play music from glasses and construction tools.

 

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Strange Friend #2 – Matthew

 

There will always be a special place in my heart for the strange.  Strange people are individuals.  We find joy and beauty in different things.  We also feel pain about situations that most people just brush off.  We don’t have to like the same things or even agree on what’s beautiful.  But I will always appreciate that we march to the beat of our own drum.  It took me YEARS to appreciate the beautifully odd.  These are my people.

Please note that I mean strange, I mean it in the sense of quirkiness – not psychotic.   There is a big difference between the “quirky strange” and “psycho strange”.  Thinking outside of the box is grand; but if it hurts other people then that’s just being an asshole.  Strange is no excuse for causing others pain.

 

“Your life will be full of magic, and you will be the magician – day after day.” — Ramanjit Garewall, Rebelle Society

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Embracing My Unusual Name

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I have made a decision: I will start going my creative/artist/stage name, Dasia Denise, which is also my legal first and middle name.

I used to hate – HATE HATE HATE – my first name!  As a child, people would screw my first name up all of the time.  Usually, people would get it after a few times.  But sometimes people seemed to REF– USE to say my name right.  I always knew from the scrunched up, confused look on a new teacher’s face that she had reached my name.  And it’s not even that hard to pronounce, once you know how to say it.

Dasia : /dah-SEE-uh/ – Greek origin.  Means “gift of God”.

Denise : /deh-NEES; duh-NEES/ – French.  From the Latin Dionysos or Dionysus, the Greek god of wine.

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OOTD – Red Bells & Dark Eyes

After a crappy winter season, Spring’s trying to slowly creep in.  I love long, flowing clothes – long skirts, batwing shirts, long, soft T-shirts.  Unfortunately, long, flowing clothes do not go well with rain, ice, and snow.  I like to wear jeans and boots sometimes, but that has been my crappy weather uniform and I’m getting bored with it.  I also look and feel better in skirts.

So I started to wear long clothes while I still had the chance.  Here’s how I wore my face at work:

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OOTD – Future Makeup Artist

For what seemed like forever, I think I’ve finally figured out what I’d like to be when “I grow up”.  The world of makeup artistry has been whispering my name for some time now.  I’ve decided to just go for it.  Here’s how I did my face yesterday: Continue reading OOTD – Future Makeup Artist

Book Review: Throw Out Fifty Things

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Fuck the Fashion Police – Be Yourself

Nothing makes me cringe in the fashion world more than hearing the words, “age-appropriate”.  What does that even mean?  Apparently it means:

1.  If you’re under the age of 30, you’re pretty much off the hook.  For us more “mature” ladies, it means dressing in a suit, “mom jeans”, and/or boring, conservative shoes.

2.  If you’re over 40, you can’t dress goth or any other way that’s not mainstream.

3.  If you’re over 40, you can’t wear miniskirts, platform shoes, glitter, flowers in your hair, thigh-high boots or “outrageous” hair.  In other words, you must dress like your grandmother did in the 1950s.

4.  What does your husband/boyfriend/brother/father/boss/neighbor/random guy on the street think of your style?  If you’re not dressing for a man, then don’t bother looking pretty.

I say, fuck that noise!

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Me in my “age-appropriate” t-shirt & flower

The only rules that apply, in my opinion, are:  1. Wear clothing that fits, and 2. Wear clothing that you feel good in.

That is all.  I believe style comes naturally.  Whatever clothing you like to wear and that fits, then you should wear it.  This is regardless of age, weight, body shape, gender, etc.  If you’re comfortable in black platform boots, fishnets and a black, leather miniskirt, then go for it.  If you prefer something simple like a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, there’s nothing wrong with that, either.  

Remember that the fashion industry makes their money on switching up “what’s in style” every 3 to 6 months.  If you have your own style, then you won’t be a slave to the fashion industry.  You’ll purchase what looks good on YOU – not some random, skinny, young celebrity with tons of money.  There’s nothing wrong with being young and thin – I was once a young, thin-ish woman.  But there’s nothing wrong with NOT being young, thin or rich.

I’m 40 years old and have finally figured out what looks and feels good on me.  I also have the money to purchase the clothing that I like.  This includes long, flowing skirts, bindis and flowers in my blood red afro.  If this isn’t “age-appropriate”, so be it.  I don’t care.

Just take care of yourself and give the finger to the fashion industry.  They can go pound sand!

Love & Shimmies,

Dasia Denise
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Back to Business – New Year's Resolutions

My last post was in August of 2013.  Pitiful!  I usually don’t do New Year’s Resolutions (see, I’m already a week late) because I usually fail.  But I need to make some changes and get my butt in gear.  I only have 2 resolutions:

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1.  Work work work on my dance technique.  I’m doing better with speed, but I seriously need to tighten up my moves.  I can’t stand seeing myself on video (which is horrible since my art form is visual and kinetic), but what I saw was not too good.  The moves are sloppy and not very good; I can do so much better.  At least I have the jiggle!

2.  I STILL need to get rid of stuff.  My home is cluttered and it’s driving me nuts.  Why is it so hard for me to get rid of stuff?

I had a third one (sketch and draw more) but I may have to let that go at the moment.  I’ll explain more in another post.

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We’ll see how well I do.  If I can keep these 2 resolutions, then I think I’ll be good.  But #1 is important (which is why it’s #1) because now I’m doing more dance solos and I have got to get better.  And on that note, here are a couple of more photos of me.  I’m getting ready to perform for my BFF, Zarily (also known as “Z” on my blog) for a New Year’s Eve party she put together.

Does having New Year’s resolutions help you?  Are they a waste of time?  Share in the comments.

Love & Shimmies,

Dasia Denise

Outfit of the Day

Just another routine Wednesday.  My style is usually of a Tribal, hippie goth.  Probably more of a “gypsy” goth, but I hesitate to use the word “gypsy”.  I’m not sure, but for the most part it has to comfortable. Comfy goth, maybe?

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Shirt (Marshall’s)

Skirt (Clockwork Couture)

These tabi boots really came in handy, yesterday!  I locked myself out of the house and had to climb over the fence and then crawl into an unlocked window.  I felt like a real ninja!  Ha Ha!

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Tabi boots (Ebay)

I didn’t wear much jewelry, except my rings.  I NEVER leave home without my rings.  Today I paired them with a slave bracelet.

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I bought this slave bracelet from Etsy

Love & Shimmies,

Dasia Denise