beauty zealot.

i'm deborah. i have lived in nyc for eight years. illustration and writing motivate me. i love toys, karaoke, cheese, dressing like i'm from the 40s, good grammar, and homemade scrapbooks.
(all sketches and drawings are original and owned by me.)
i over think nearly everything.

contact: beautyzealot [at] gmail [dot] com
Sep 24
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"the road to hell is paved with the assumption that this situation is special, this client is special, or that you are special."

-one of my school textbooks

thanks, grad school, for reminding me that i’m not special.

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Sep 12
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so this morning, post shower, i hit up my usual aveeno body lotion, and out comes a question mark.  how’s that for a start to the day?

so this morning, post shower, i hit up my usual aveeno body lotion, and out comes a question mark.  how’s that for a start to the day?

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Sep 11
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why are there so many / songs about rainbows? / rainbows have nothing to hide.

why are there so many / songs about rainbows? / rainbows have nothing to hide.

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Sep 01
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how lucky my street is to be part of range rover’s process of magic-making.  if only the monstrously large bulbs weren’t right outside my window.

how lucky my street is to be part of range rover’s process of magic-making.  if only the monstrously large bulbs weren’t right outside my window.

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Jul 13
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what i heard: if you’re shopping for blondes, this is the place to go.

what the commercial actually said:  if you’re shopping for blinds, this is the place to go.

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Mar 26
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sometimes toucan sam just won’t take no for an answer.  he always waits for me at washington square north.

sometimes toucan sam just won’t take no for an answer.  he always waits for me at washington square north.

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Jan 03
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ziggy piggy! ziggy piggy!

ziggy piggy! ziggy piggy!

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Nov 18
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runt of the litter?

in my mom’s side of the family, whenever holidays arise, i am always the last to be informed of the plans.  and the word “informed” is purposefully chosen - while everyone else gets asked what works with their schedules, i am never asked; i’m merely told after the fact.  and, if i’m able to attend, great.  if not, no one seems to mind terribly.

it’s one of those situations that i’m sure a lot of other people have experienced.  but after several decades, and even after having mentioned being hurt by the trend, on several occasions, it continues nonetheless. 

in a way, i’m a little proud of myself for getting less upset (at least outwardly) each time.  that said, though, this may be a cycle that i either have to learn to live with, or remove myself from.  i can’t imagine how i’ll ever be reconciled with the situation, but i also can’t imagine sitting out those rare and valued family gatherings.

conundrum, anyone?

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Nov 16
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it’s good to have a “specialty,” especially when it comes to “hair.”  if you catch their “meaning.”

it’s good to have a “specialty,” especially when it comes to “hair.”  if you catch their “meaning.”

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laughter is the spice of life.

my field instructor. 

who knew? and here i thought it was variety.

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