ok, so long time no blog.

i know. so shut up already.

we've had interesting developments, wonderful interesting developments in allieland.

and to get to those, you're gonna have to deal with a little backstory...then some front story.

I had a weird career goal as a kid. I wanted to be a makeup artist on “all my children” ( I swear, in my most recent past life I HAD to be a gay man…and he’s been kicking and screaming to get out ever since ) I think it’s no secret that since then I’ve been a total ‘beauty’ junkie.

Momma DO love her cosmetics, hair products, and nail stuffs.

When it came time to decide on an actual career goal, that industry was something I totally wanted to do. One small problem, the parents were NOT having it. They both educated and worked themselves out of lower socioeconomic backgrounds firmly into the middle/upper middle class and they were NOT having their only child “ do hair”.

Now, believe this or not, I’m a TOTAL people pleaser ( or was at least ) and let my dream of a profession in this industry fall by the wayside.{ But as anyone ( ie, the numbers, the gays, and my bff C ) can tell you, I have/had SO SO SO much product I could have styled All My Children, As The World Turns, and Guiding Light ( my shows of choice as a child ) } ANYWAY, I did the ‘right’ thing, got a bachelor of science degree in social services, and went to work.

I worked as a caseworker/ case manager / senior worker… whatever, for about 11 years with varying degrees of success, but this nagging feeling that I was NOT doing what I was put here to do was still pulling at my heart. I left my last job in a VERY bad place, betrayed, deceived, lied to, it was bad, seriously bad…like if I didn’t believe in karma I’d wish terrible things and MEAN it, about someone I used to call friend. ( but that’s another story for another day)

SO, fast forward to about a month ago.

I started cosmetology school

And I fuckin’ rock it right.

It’s so what I’m supposed to be doing. I feel creative, and free, and talented, and happy.

Like really happy, like peaceful, things don’t freak me out happy.

Things like people making “beauty school dropout” and “ they’re always hiring diesel truck owner/operators too, try that out” type comments .. cause you know what, it doesn’t have to be for them, It’s for me, and it’s so me.

I am so happy when I have those tools in my hands, the irons, the dryers, the color…..i’ve always been a crafter, now I can admit that I’m an artist, and this is my art.

And I’ve learned something else.

Do what makes you happy. No matter what anyone else thinks.

If you’ve waited on doing something you want to do because of what someone else might think, do not wait one more minute. I don’t regret my degree, or the work that I did, it helped me decide what I don't want and … it makes doing this now even more sweet.

And it’s more than sweet, it’s delicious.