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Recent Inspirations

So, I was inspired to do this blog by two people, one of which doesn't even know I exist! I consider myself an avid Youtuber, posting my own piano vids and checking out other music vids and also make-up and hair tutorials. I stumbled across a user named brittneyNgray (check her out!). First of all, this girl is just freakin' gorgeous! Second of all, she does all kinds of tutorials on hair and makeup. The hair tutorials intrigued me because she is mixed and I love mixed hair tutorials. The one that caught my eye was the one on wrapping hair. Ok guys, I've never been able to wrap my hair, and no one believes me! It always falls out of the wrap or slips out. SN: for those of you who don't know what wrapping hair is, it is a cultural practice mostly in the African-American community where women wrap their hair in scarves to preserve its style and texture overnight.

I (seriously) wrapped my hair for the first time after watching that tutorial. I was so amazed by how easy it was that I watched all of her other videos. She talks a lot about hair care for mixed-race ladies and shares some things about her life through Q/A vids. I was so impressed with her that I recently started following her on Twitter...I just can't get enough!Ok, enough about my girl crush on @brittneygray...I was first and foremost inspired by Grace Biskee,  a facebook friend and former colleague at WMU. She was a leader in a Christian org I was involved with through Intervarsity Christian Fellowship (CBC). Anyways, her blog includes THE most interesting topics: black women, haircare, motherhood, marriage(!), Christianity, and many current issues in our world today. Check her out! http://www.gabbingwithgrace.com/

Ok ladies, first post is done! (Hubby is giving me the "c'mon, now!" look for being on the comp. so long!). I will chat with you lovelys tomorrow! Muah!

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  1. Ugh sorry I had a typo...
    Welcome to the world of blogging, Miss Monica!!!
    I'm your first follower! Do you mind following me back?

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