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Fashion Editorial: Sabrina Fair OKC January 2018

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Photography: A very belligerent younger brother who apparently has never taken a smartphone photo in his life, didn’t know how to “focus” a photo, and felt generally uncomfortable standing on a bench in the middle of the road to get the above shot as all the neighbors drove by with stares.

Styled by: Mr. 6th hour of the day. He really puts a “go” in your step when you see (and smell) that the dog pooped by the front door again, but you’re already late for work.

Hair: Careless Leftovers at Tresses by SleptIn. The very best way to get the “effortless waves” is to literally do nothing, but lose your hair brush for five days. It’s large and red. Please let me know if you find it.

Makeup: Eyes: I have a fantastic nude palette of eye shadows, but for no logical reason I used this random sample from bareMinerals that’s got to be at least 4 years old called 5 in 1, Blushing Apricot. I have never found 5 uses for an eye shadow.  Lips: Exposed by tarte. Well, really I should say the “remains” of Exposed by tarte because I wore this quick dry matte lip paint the day before and it’s now the permanent color of my bouche. Blush: It took an hour in Sephora on a Sunday, 30 dollars, a bad decision, and a sob story told to the cashier the next day to finally come home with a color I actually like. Dolce Vita by Nars.

Clothes: A black blazer by Old Navy I bought 3 years ago. I still specifically remember the cashier telling me how much she loved Old Navy’s blazers because they’re comfortable. She wasn’t wrong. I originally bought this piece to wear to a job interview. I didn’t end up wearing it. I got the job. A luxurious linen/cotton sweater that I ordered while living in Vermont, and I had the privilege of chicken guts and cow poop staining my clothes everyday. I did not wear it often.

Jewelry: Random earrings I picked up from the POS display in Hobby Lobby to wear to a  showing of The Hunts that my husband and I had free tickets to. It was a cold winter night, and we accidentally parked on the wrong side of the campus. They match me much better than I originally thought. $6.99.

Model: Your one and only.

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Here I Am, and Here We Are

On the day I reached the grand and adulty threshold of becoming 25-years-old, I glanced briskly at the calendar and said, “Oh sh–!” to the ceiling–the same exclamation used when I forgot my handouts for a college presentation or broke a heel while driving to a hot date a mere four years ago. As a young and naïve child, when you considered your promising future you did it in increments of 25. At age 25 you expected to be living by yourself in New York city with a view and a corporate job and a collection of heels so expansive that when you got one stuck in the subway grating you could just leave it. At age 50 you planned on drinking pineapple juice out of mangos while lying on a beach…-chair, obviously, because lying in sand is gross.  At age 75…you’d be dead? As it’s hard for a eight-year-old to imagine next Tuesday let alone old age, you didn’t really care what you’d be doing at age 75 because you were confident of one important thing: as an adult you’d be assertive, stylish, intelligent…you’d have it made.

Cut to me at the store knocking 53 boxes of tissue paper down on top of my head as a “true adult.” All I wanted was that one with the cute bird design. Now the aisle is collecting with people helping to pick up boxes, and I’m shamefully uttering my thanks for three minutes straight. (I nonchalantly picked up the bird box from the floor and put it in my basket.) Only a little while later (still at age 25), I found a pre-mature eye wrinkle and went into mourning for three days. I went to write at a coffee shop and tripped over my own shoe in front of all the cool people. I think I’m still wearing 70% of the clothes I had while I was a freshman in college. Basically, what I’m trying to say is don’t believe those PBS cartoons about becoming more responsible as you grow older–that’s a lie. I affiliate more with Curious George now than at any other point in history.

But today I found some life-altering solace as I trucked to the library in search of books on makeup–my mantra being, “well shoot, now that I have passed the point of being young and pretty I might as well learn something about this arcane art.” Near the makeup section was a book roughly titled, 20 Somethings to Know in your 20 Somethings.”  “Well this couldn’t hurt too much,” I thought as I picked up the book. I read the back and then flipped through a few sections. The author was a lady who had found that by her late twenties her life was a mess of deflated expectations and trashed goals. However, she had also found that no one had died because of this (including her), and that despite the fact that her childhood image of herself hadn’t come to fruition, life was still beautiful and okay. And then she wrote a book. And then a good while later on I was standing in a library aisle in the middle of Oklahoma looking for “how-to’s” on makeup and getting distracted by this book.  And what I realized is that I’m not the only girl that feels like I don’t “have it all together.” Maybe we’re all just being too harsh on ourselves. Maybe if we sat down and listed out all the expectations we grew up with and are trying to meet, we’d realize that we’re asking for the impossible. Sure, there was that ONE girl you read about in the newspaper that graduated college when she was 14, and there was that ONE boy who become a virtuoso when he was eight, and there is that ONE attorney you know who always has her nails done and perfectly fills out her fashionable dresses. But right now we’re talking about you and me, not aliens. I would go on to list some wise bullet points from the book and discuss them here, but I didn’t get that far. I definitely put that book back on the shelf and went on to check out, Love, Lashes, and Lipstick. And I have yet to regret it, because my black mascara is on point.

But if, like me, you see yourself getting older, year by year, but feel like you’re further from your dreams for yourself than you’ve ever been, take heart. Find some sunshine and buy a new blush. We’re all in this together. You’re not the only one who’s completely screwed.


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A Japanese Poetic retelling

A Japanese poetic retelling from Mischievous Kiss #1, Episode 14 & 15.


Go for a walk. Buy a juice at a convenience store. Get in a fight. Do as I like. No one cares what I’m in for. Hug a tree. Cry a lot. Get passed by a white cat. “Ee-ou”– I will. Have fun together.

Forget about life for a while. I like him? Nothing in common is nothing in common. Why does every one keep asking me?! My father’s best friend is not okay. Learn to sing, “I did it my way.” You never know what happens next.



I, Sabrina, have been adventuring all about this summer. My writing has been slim and insignificant while my eyes and mind and skin have been prickled by the rains and winds of the Appalachian forest, the high tops of the mountains of the East Coast, and the serene sunset over the countryside of Maine. I have much to think about, much to write about, and much to remember. Here’s to summertime wandering….


Four Men

Four men stood in a circle on the side of a street on a sunny morning. The little town was just starting to go to work. I drove by quietly on my way to my appointment. They were all looking down.

“I think it’s a hole,” Joe said.

“Well…that’s what a hole looks like to me,” responded Jeff.

One man stood silent but nodded his head.

Larry chimed in, “Ya’ know, that’s a hole if I ever saw one.”

All four men mumbled in agreement.

An hour passed, and I made my way back home. Four men stood in a circle on the side of the street looking down.

“I’d say it’s a pretty deep hole, if you ask me.”