mascara, martinis & motherhood
 
 
 
 
 

i make it up as i go along. i’ve made some mistakes, but i’m getting better everyday.

 
 
 
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so what’s this all about?

i’m just here to tell my truth.

i made a commitment to myself after my seperation : live in truth. the lack of truth i had chosen for myself prior to january 2016 was beginning to erode the very person i was. i could no longer be a version of myself. i leaned in.

this site has served many purposes since then. my personal diary, a photo album, recipe book. and accountability partner. it, like me, is ever changing. its newest purpose is to house all things jo.

i am multifaceted. a beauty professional, muse, co parent, spiritualist, creative and so much more. this is home base. the place i will come to pour out all of me. to ring out my masterful self. honestly, this is for me… but you’re welcome to come along for the ride.

 
 
 
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these are REAL makeup tutorials.

complete with ratchet tips and bee interrupting me.

 
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get saucy

 

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skin to skin

it was a rough evening for her. whenever she starts sundowning before she’s actually in the bed, i know i’m in for a rough bedtime. this night was no different. she was crying about everything and nothing, she “wasn’t tired”, and she just couldn’t get comfortable.

take off your pajamas.

all the way?

yes.

she does. i pull her to my barely covered chest (i was wearing a thin bandeau) and laid her entire little body over me. i held her head over my heart and within minutes, she was out.

skin to skin still works. sometimes it’s simply about slowing down the moment enough to truly connect. she’s not a baby anymore, but she still needs to feel my presence. hear my heart. allow her breathing to sync with my own. she was created inside my body. housed there for 10 months. i am home. in moments of stress and frustration, don’t you want to just go home? that’s where i took her. home. the world she knew before anything else existed.

i let the moment breathe. my baby, on my chest, sleeping, just as she had so many nights before. and i needed it as much as her. to connect to her. slow myself down and be who she needed. be present. it may not be skin to skin for you, depending on the age of your child and your comfort, but either way, you are “home”.

never forget that.