Sunday, April 12, 2015

Sunday Sprinkle: Lights


Lights

- street lights -
cheap wine
college town bar
you look we chat
flirt flirt flirt
talk to me
tuck my hair behind my ear
strong vodka sprite
leaning in closer
into each other to hear
straws in drinks
twirl them around
music pounding
through speakers vibrating

- stop lights -
and cross walks
people criss-crossing streets
you holding my hand
next place next drink next scene
colorful liquid and shots
maze through brimming bar
full of people and desire
dance sweat dance grind
another look another flirty remark
my hand running through my hair
exchange little secret smirks

- city lights -
you buy me another drink
pulling me closer
kissing me big
sitting on the barstool
you’ve been waiting all night
I’ve been wanting it too
crowd of people put on mute
by our drunken hearts
only me and you
my hand runs through your hair
gently bite your bottom lip
smile
my fingers wipe the red lipstick
from around your lips
let’s get this going

- brake lights -  
and downtown buildings blurring
from the windows of the taxi
think about you think about me
anticipate
look at me squeeze my hand
tip the driver
lead you in follow each other
more kisses
heat rises
you grab I grab
unbutton and unzip
flick the switch
the lamp on the night stand

- lights out -

Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
facebook.com/glitterandthegirlygirl

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Bring On The Bows!

“They never go out of style,” Mariam Bahadori, 28, from Kansas City, Kansas told me about her new passion and business: bows.

A fellow Sumner Academy alumna and graduate from Kanas State University with a degree in Psychology and a masters degree from Friends University, Mariam has taken on a brand new venture.

She started her own business, Baha Bowtique, selling homemade hair bows and bow ties spanning to a vast audience of babies, children, women, men and even pets. She gives credit to her two sisters for not only some inspiration for the idea, but the name as well.
Pictured: Mariam Bahadori wearing one of her bows
While we sit in her apartment, she tells me it has been on her bucket list to start a business, but this was a little unexpected. She tried to brainstorm possibilities that could be easy to learn, make and sell. She dabbled with crocheting, but found it was too time consuming.

The Bahadori sisters are known for their hair buns and she noticed her and her sisters accenting them with bows. She explains she has always liked bows and how they are youthful. So she searched YouTube on how to create them. She found it easy to learn and decided to go with it.

Mariam told me it was when she was in the store getting fabric that she was in a group text message conversation with her siblings asking them what she should name the business. Her sisters helped her name it Baha Bowtique, which is a great play on words and it keeps the family name in the title. She likes that it is broad enough in case her sisters want to contribute other items to the business later down the road.

I quickly make a joke about them being the next Kardashian sisters in the business, but better.

Right now, her vision is: winging it.
She has been learning as she goes by following other accounts on social media that sells bows. Her goal for the next month is to create a website and become established on Etsy.

As for the bows –
Hair bows: Available in clip and headband in different sizes and styles
Bow ties: Available in clip and elastic
Pet bows: Available in elastic
Photos courtesy of Mariam Bahadori
She has an array of bows already including holiday, sports teams, Avengers comics, and more.
You can even request custom bows too!
Prices range from $2-10 right now depending on the bow. She is also able to ship them to customers out of state.

Mariam created two bows for me that were inspired by the Glitter and the Girly Girl blog and my staple cheetah print top!
Right now, she has been enjoying marketing her bows to teams of people who participate in charity races and fundraisers by incorporating different colors for different causes. There aren’t many limits to what you can do with bows.

By the end of the conversation, she was telling me how much of a perfectionist she is. There have been times she has spent hours to make sure the bows are just right or matching perfectly. She told me she has even gone back to her first few bows she created and fixed them now that she has gotten better over time. “I don’t want to sell something I wouldn’t wear,” Mariam explains.

If you are interested in purchasing bows from Baha Bowtique, you can reach Mariam on her Facebook page. Baha Bowtique also has an Instagram and Twitter. Now bring on the bows!

Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
facebook.com/glitterandthegirlygirl

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sunday Sprinkle: The Kennedys

The Kennedys
The sun sets through your bedroom window.
Laying there with you, I’ll ask you to tell me everything you know about John F. Kennedy.
You’ll run your fingers through my hair
and ramble on about his beliefs, the women, and Jackie.
We’ll marvel at her beauty and how handsome he was.
I’ll marvel at your eyes and how they smile when you talk about history.
We can wonder if he ever ran his fingers through Jackie’s brown hair
like you do with me while he told her embarrassing college stories from his time at Harvard.
You guess she giggled like me when I chuckle at your cheesy jokes.
How did they look at each other?
I’m sure he loved to gaze into her eyes.
Oh, how they could tell a story, lead you to believe something was there, and confirm
that you don’t know everything.
She was glamour with an air of mystery never to be fully solved,
but John sure loved to try.
We bet he unclasped her pearls gently as her gloves dropped to the ground.
Maybe he kissed her neck and took in the scent of her Chanel No.5 perfume that faded
through the night of dinner with leaders, dancing with athletes, and wine with poets.
I bet he unzipped her dress and took her hand to help her out of it.
You bet she smiled.
He lead the country and he also lead her to her bed
with freedom to explore and conquer every inch of her.
We can wonder if they got lost in the sea of blankets in their White House bed.
I bet they forgot about the world for the night.
John would read the newspapers in the morning.

Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
facebook.com/glitterandthegirlygirl

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Transformation Tuesday: The Cheetah Shirt

At first it seemed like a weird coincidence.

But I know it’s one of those odd reminders from God and the Universe. Fate. I had received my photos from Kelsie and was in the process of building my Facebook page and website when I went all the way to the beginning of this blog and noticed the cheetah shirt. I was wearing the same cheetah shirt in the picture that would soon become one of my signature pictures for my sites as I did in the very first blog post that had started it all. It was one of those moments where I chuckled, smiled, and thought, huh, interesting.

So I put the two pictures together and was a little overwhelmed with the transition and transformation. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

The first picture was taken I believe on my 20th birthday. Not even two weeks after I closed a big door and walked away from a relationship. The cheetah shirt was from Delia’s and part of my break up therapy. It was the beginning of my attempts to revamp my style and figure out who Rachel Marshall was just as Rachel Marshall.
I see a girl that had no idea about a lot of things or about herself.
The second picture is so different. Visually, I see a lot more confidence. When I was doing a talk with the Sumner Forensics girls, one of them asked me how long it took me to get the confidence I have now. I was taken back. I’ve never been asked such a thing and was flattered to be seen as a confident woman to these girls. I think this side-by-side picture is a great representation of that journey from the beginning to today. I am not going to sit here while typing this and make everyone think I am perfectly confident. It’s an ever-evolving journey and I still feel like I have a lot to learn at the young age of 23. But I can say that I am to the point where I am the most confident I’ve ever been with myself.
I see a girl that is confident and has learned a thing or two. A girl that’s worked hard, played hard, traveled, kissed, laughed, cried, and has had fun despite the bumps and bruises along the way. And I am glad I finally fell in love with lipstick. :) 
Now the cheetah shirt has become special to me and a little staple to Glitter and the Girly Girl. It became a full circle moment. A beautiful accident. One that makes me smile. 

What’s your staple?
Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel 
@theglitterylife
facebook.com/glitterandthegirlygirl



Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sunday Sprinkle: The Look

The Look

His eyes told me
a lot.
Whether he wanted to or not.
They locked onto mine
and I could see
they were the only thing still
in his body
because behind those eyes,
Words and Emotions were
stumbling around drunk
with each other.
Emotions pulling Words in
to kiss them.
Whispering with whiskey breath,
            charming.
They want to take them out
and take them home.
Emotions will say anything
to satisfy their needs,
their wants.
He wanted me.
But he couldn’t say anything.
His Mind and Heart,
were drunk too.
They were fighting over
Lust
and his Soul was fighting
Temptation.
Everything about him was fighting.
There was a brawl
            in the bar of his body.
All he had were his brown eyes
that told me
            something was there.

Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
facebook.com/glitterandthegirlygirl

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Why Relationships Need to Drop the "Other Half" Talk

You have seen it. In fact, I am certain I have done it. Maybe you have done it too or know a friend that has been guilty of the act. It’s that thing when you profess someone as your other half and sometimes even worse, your better half. And it usually takes place on social media, typically in a caption under a picture with the two of you smiling. It’s always happy, with a dash of mushy, and sometimes, borderline over the top.

I committed the crime while I was in my high school relationship. It was when I was young, naïve, and still unsure of my own identity and self as a person. I didn’t know what I was doing. But, does anyone really know what they are doing in that time in their life?

Once I got in the trenches of the single life and started to learn the way of independence and self-love, I became more aware of this term, “other half.” It rubbed me the wrong way. I started to notice pictures of couples gushing about their significant others and how they were their “other half.” The notion was becoming quite irritating.

When I was in a relationship again after a long stint of being single, I began to realize that when I was thinking about him, the “other half” phrase was trying hard to make its way through. As if this was some kind of social norm. It wanted to be used as a descriptor for him. I would push it off immediately and ask it, “Then what was I before? Was I not complete as my single self?” Instead, I would think of him as a teammate or a beautiful accessory that made my life even better.

As I am single again and continue to learn more about relationships and myself, the “other half” phrase gets that much more annoying. I refuse to think of myself as an incomplete being right now. What a horrible idea. This phrase makes you think that we as people can’t live and function without a counterpart of a person. I can tell you right now, I am living, breathing, and loving all on my own. I’ve been perfectly able to go on adventures, have fun, and be successful regardless of having a partner right by my side.

However, when the “other” is exchanged for “better,” I get a bit sickened. It makes me uneasy. It’s an example of negative self-talk and possible low self-esteem. I am for the relationship with someone that makes you and pushes you to be a better person. Not someone you think is better than you. I think if I were in a relationship and my boyfriend proclaimed me as his, “better half,” I wouldn’t like it. The relationship doesn’t seem even and mutual. I would feel the pressure of being the “good one.”

Yes, there are two people in a relationship, but in this case, I don’t think two halves make a whole. I believe two people make a team. I don’t want my peers to think that if they are single, they aren’t complete and their life isn’t fabulous as is.

I think this phrase is one of those things we don’t really take into account what we are even saying and what it truly means. It is a saying that has been tied to relationships, romantic stories, and lovey-dovey cards we give to each other. It is another concept in which we don’t take the time to think about and what it does to others and ourselves.

So, I encourage everyone to drop this “other half” idea and start thinking about what your significant other really is to you. We can be complete individuals and live complete beautiful lives. It’s just an extra sparkle, an added bonus, or a beautiful accessory that compliments you well when you have someone with you along for the ride.

Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
facebook.com/glitterandthegirlygirl


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Sunday Sprinkle: Moon Slice

Moon Slice

I switched off the light on my nightstand and it became dark.
I turned and laid my face on my pillowcase.
There was a strip of light sharing the pillow with me.
My eyes widened. I suddenly wasn’t alone.
Moon slice

I looked up at my window to see the moon was shining
through the tiny space between the window pane and my curtain.
It landed gently on my pillow right next to me.
I touched it with my fingers and it touched me back sweetly.
Moon silence

I had a slice of the moon all to myself. A moment; delicate and quiet.
Only minutes until it would float from my pillow.
Moving millions of miles, reflecting off waters,
chasing stars, and romancing hearts.
Goodnight, Moon

Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Sunday Sprinkle: Unfinished

Unfinished

We are the project that never gets completed.
It was exciting in the beginning.

We are the poem that was only sketched and drafted.
Scribbled on a page, not revised.

We are the lyrics that never became a song.
Our heartbeats and breath, the only instruments heard.

We are the book that gets put down.
Never finding out what would happen next.

We are the love that was never made.
Only kisses that keep us up at night.

We are the what-ifs that haunt many minds.
Living in wonder …

We are the unfinished.

Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
facebook.com/glitterandthegirlygirl

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Journal Scribble: I Am Glitter


February 9    …    My bed

I am like glitter.
Once I’ve entered your life, it’s kind of hard to get rid of me all the way. fully. I am sort of…everywhere. I’m right here, and on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. I’m on Snapchat. Forever floating on the Internet in posts, pictures, videos, articles. At ESU, I was everywhere on campus, at events, on postcards, and posters, and on the website. I was seen in offices and in bars. I was at games and at dinners. Emporia was small enough and I was known enough that I told a boy once that you can’t really escape me. If I had a fall out with anyone, be prepared to continually see me and run into me. That’s just how it goes. Even after leaving ESU and Emporia, I still visit from time to time and I appear in those offices and in those bars once again. I can’t seem to fully go away for good. Same with Kansas City. I’m always here and around on social media too. And maybe you’ll find those stray pieces of glitter randomly in a place, a song, a scent, a phrase, food you’ve shared with me, or a moment in a memory that comes back to you. I’m always here and around. I’m the glitter in the air and the random one you find on your pillow or the passenger seat of your car. I always seem to leave a little trail behind.

Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
facebook.com/glitterandthegirlygirl
theglitterylife.com

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Sunday Sprinkle: Dinosaurs

Dinosaurs

I want you to be the paleontologist of my heart.
Dig up my past under the dirt that covers it.
Dig up the skeletons of failed relationships—
the skull of heartbreak
and the bones of mistakes.
Store them in a museum and display them
for all girls to see.
Let it restore their faith,
let it bring them hope.
The Jurassic Park of my heart
will show them the reasons
and teach them to move on.
It will prove that the pain
will diminish like the dinosaurs.




*This poem of mine was published in Emporia State University's Quivira 2014


Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife