With the over-flow of influential bloggers we have become absorbed in this world of social-media-celebrities. From our Myspace days to Twitter and Instagram our world has become sort of chaotic. Although, I am very thankful for some of these lovely individuals for their makeup-tutorials of how to do the perfect cat-eye, or how to contour my cheeks, to the very inspirational fashion tips, and lets not forget the DIY projects. I love social-media just as much as the next person.
What in the world did we do before the internet? The internet has assisted many of us in personal life, as well as our professional. Numerous individuals I know established careers thanks to the help of Instagram. As the saying goes “A picture is worth a thousands words” we can now showcase our talents or just narcissistically post photos of ourselves. With the assistance of telecommunications we are able to connect with individuals from all around the world. Assist in teaching someone a new talent from threading their eyebrows, to the perfect bow-tie, lets not forget the beautiful ombre cake!
I have tried abundant times to re-frame my blog for a fashion savvy setting however, every time I try something comes up. And, no its not because it was not the perfect lay-out however, it had a lot to do with my personal appearance. As you know I am Armenian, I have curves I have long-luscious-thick hair not to mention an irritable personality whom hates humidity. As a result as many times as I have tried to take photos like my favorite fashion bloggers I just wanted to rip off my clothes & jump into a pool. I truly admire their sense of style, I follow their tips on how to mix prints, colors, wear my boyfriend jeans nonetheless, I circle back to the this thought in my mind “I am Armenian and, honey this is not for you”. My darling Aimee Song whom has impeccable taste, astonishing beauty, I truly admire because I cannot just dab on a little bit of lipstick and stand in front of a palm tree looking fabulous. Now, don’t misconstrue why I cannot. Its not that I wont its just that once more time “I am Armenian and, honey this is not for you”.
What do I mean? Now, if you were Armenian you may understand where I am coming from. I grew up with a younger brother I had no sisters. My Mother was very strict never let me wear makeup, nail polish, nor color my hair. I had my aunt Lucy whom I admired dearly Lucy was 19 when she came to live with us here in the states. I would watch Lucy put her makeup on, comb her hair, clandestinely go through her closet for the reason that, I wanted to dress like her. As years past and I became of age my Mother eventually allowed me to wear nail polish, use mascara, along with other beauty products. I eventually understood her choices & I respect her strict upbringing.
Now, when I say “I am Armenian and, honey this is not for you” what I am trying to articulate is that I really enjoy taking the time to apply my makeup, choose my outfits, curl my hair, furthermore that Armenian women unfortunately cannot get ready in 15 minutes. For us this is our run-way show, we need to have the utmost faultless attire, on point lighting, structured pose, in addition to the ideal makeup preference. It is a shame you cannot jump through the image and smell our choice of perfume. I truly admire the woman whom is effortless yet still looks phenomenal however, being an Armenian woman is fabulous in its own.