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I’m a lipstick addict & I ain’t even ashamed: a short story

I can’t deny it any longer.Hello. I’m Christine, and I’m a lipstick addict.You see, lipstick doesn’t ask questions. Lipstick understands. I kid of course, it’s not that serious … Yet. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a profound love affair with lipstick. Dating back to my Barbie doll-days, when 8y old me would wear the brightest pink children’s lipstick, to my teenage years when stealing my mother’s lipstick (I confess, I do know where all your lipsticks went mom, and no you didn’t lose them), all the way to my adult life owning about a full MAC...

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It’s the birthday countdown

It’s that time of year again. And no, I’m not talking about Christmas. It’s, by the way, a terrible invention that all the Christmas galore starts before the biggest event of the year, being my birthday of course. Someone should put a stop to this. Seriously, quit all your Christmas prepping and for a minute focus on the fact that this gal’s birthday rolls around in exactly one month (everyone: mark the 25th November in your calendars)...

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42 weeks of life goals & life lessons

I practically fell out of bed this morning when checking my ever so busy schedule and realizing how utterly fast the past 42 weeks have fallen through my hands. As I sat in bed, contemplating 42 weeks of my still young lifetime, I was frightened by the thought that seemingly, not much has changed since January and that the goals I had set out for this year were still far from crossing any sort of finish line. ...

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Coming home

It’s been too damn long.I was wandering for too damn long.And not in the sense of wandering the world, how much I would like that to be true (hello Sangria, port and Italian wine), but in the sense of wandering aroud in my mind, in circles mostly and getting nowhere fast. I stared blankly at four bedroom walls for much longer than I’d like to admit, I fell down on way more floors than I’d like to admit, I talked myself out of happiness more than I’d like to admit; never once into it. I screamed at my own lungs...

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When calls the heart & other bullshit about love

When you’re low-key ready to kill half the male population and go all ‘Beyoncé-Lemonade’ on their ass, you know you’ve been walking around frustrated for too long (insert laughing emoji here, because I kid of course. Or do I). The general hobbies of the above mentioned male population consist mostly out of waiting approximately 9 days, 4 hours and 23 minutes to reply to my absolutely beautifully crafted text messages, postponing and/or rescheduling any dates and waking up one day to suddenly decide to drop off of the face of the earth, only to resurface exactly one month later —...

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