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My apologies Everybody. I expected this to end with part 2 but like I said. I never know how a story will come out when I start to write. And this will end with a part 3. Feel free to keep posting to the previous post. (it's ok to snatch a good....).. And thank you all for tuning in.....
The time flew by until it was Friday, four weeks into her new job. It was the day Sylvia had been waiting for -payday! Last payday she'd had to pay all the bills she couldn't pay when Tyshon had found her stash, but now she had a bank account and that was never going to happen again. She was praying Mr Crenshaw would be there early, or at least on time. Sometimes he had to stay late at the office, but he was usually always home by 7, unless he was on a business trip. She wanted that cash in her hands badly. He had promised to give her cash so she wouldn't have to worry about getting to the bank before it closed. At six -thirty on the dot, Mr Crenshaw strolled in. Both Mrs Crenshaw and little Tiffany (the seven year old) ran to greet him. He wrapped his arms around them, kissing them both warmly. The sheer love on his face made Sylvia want to cry. She turned away the painful, yet familiar scene. Mr Crenshaw did this every night yet it never seemed to get any less painful. It wasn't fair. Mrs Crenshaw was slim, beautiful, and very much loved. She had this great house, two beautiful children, and a man who worshipped the ground she walked on. I wish I had someone to just look at me the way he looks at her! She thought wistfully. She watched, as Tiffany ran gaily back to her television program on a tv that hung from a wall, and was big enough to double as a movie screen. She was still thinking about how unfair it all was as she entered the kitchen so she could tidy it up before she left. Mr Crenshaw was still still kissing his wife. In fact the kisses seemed to be growing much deeper. Sylvia could almost see the hunger on his face as he blazed a trail from her face to her thoat. She tried to pretend she wasn't paying attention but she was fascinated. She had never actually known a black woman with a white husband where she was from. She quessed that Mrs Crenshaw's sisters, Dione and Jennifer were also married to white men just from hearing them talk, and seeing Dione's blond-blue eyed daughter, Jessica. She knew she should have left when she saw them kissing, and given them their privacy. But she stayed. They do have a bedroom! She thought to herself. And I do have to finish so I can go home! She could hear snatches of their conversation although they were trying to whisper. "How much longer?" Mr Crenshaw was asking. "Honey, please don't do this!" Mrs Crenshaw's voice sounded low and pleading. Sylvia missed the next part but heard her say "You know it'll be awhile...don't....when you know I can't" She seemed to be wiping away tears. Mr Crenshaw drew a ragged breath that seemed to take all his strength, and energy. He pulled his wife close and nuzzled her neck. apologizing softly, and kissing her gently. The look on his face reminded Sylvia of a sad moth pulled helplessly to a flame. It was pretty obvious how much he adored her, and that he wanted desparately to make love to her. She guessed this was why he looked so upset. He would not be able to touch her for several more weeks, and it was evidently driving him crazy. Sylvia writhed in jealousy at the naked hunger on his face and turning, she fled the room. No man had ever looked at her like that! And most likely, no man ever would! She thought of the pathetic groping, and pawing that passed for lovemaking in her life. With Tyshon it was more huffing and puffing than anything else. Just an endless, emotionless, pounding. No sweet words no kisses, no nothing. She sighed as she took off her apron. She'd had enough of these people, and their perfect little world for one night. She had to get away. She checked on the baby and then grabbed her threadbare coat. Mr Crenshaw seemed so wrapped up in his pretty, black, witch of a wife he made no indication of hearing her leave. Tears were on Sylvia's face as she made her way to the bus stop. She needed that money- and now she had to wait until Monday to get it! Dammit! She was so upset, that it took her a few minutes to realize that someone calling her name. She turned and saw Mr Crenshaw in his gray jag honking, at her with a puzzled look on his face.
"Sylvia, get in - Why'd you leave so fast?- I need to talk to you" Sylvia got in and turned to face him. "First off, I uh.... want to apologize for my wife. Dione told me she's been less then gracious to you." Boy, that's an understatement, Sylvia thought wryly. "And second, I want to give you this. " His 'this' made up for everything. He handed Sylvia an envelope. When she opened it, she gasped. It was obviously well over the four hundred dollars he owed her! She was so excited she could barely count it. He seemed to read her thoughts. "It's six hundred. I know we agreed on four every two weeks, but that was before you were forced to stay later than agreed some nights, as well as put up with my wife's....uh, less than becoming behavior." Sylvia couldn't keep the smile off her face. "that's ok... she's not that bad" She lied. They looked at each other a moment, then burst out laughing. " Ok, she is," Sylvia admitted. But I could put up with her all day for this kind of money! She thought happily.
"I know she doesn't like me." Sylvia began. " I sometimes get the feeling I remind her of someone else-" She stopped when she saw the strange look cross his face. He looked away quickly. "Can't imagine who that could be " He murmured, unconvincingly. " Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to make an extra 200 next weekend? "He took in her growing excitement, and held up his large hand. " Sylvia, this won't be easy money, trust me. We're having a party on Saturday. My wife is going to want you to watch the baby, help prepare the food, and serve the guests on the night of the party. We've hired two part time helpers, but there'll will still be plenty of work. Oh, and she wants you to help clean up the entire mess on Sunday. So I'll understand if you turn us down" The wheels of her mind were turning. She knew very well that Mrs Crenshaw wanted her there so she could boss her around in front of her friends and treat her like a slave. She knew the drill by now but there was no way she was going to turn down 2oo.oo! Although it would'nt hurt to try for 300. All he could say was no. "I'm going to need 300.00, " she said firmly. "Your wife is going to work the hell out of me " She said this it more courage than she felt, then bit her lip as she waited. What if he got angry? Had she just thrown 2oo.oo dollars away? 200.00 that she needed desparately for her get away fund? He shook his head like he was about to protest, then thought better of it. "Ok." He said simply. "Just be there by 8 o'clock." He knew she was right. Alexis was definitely going to work the hell out of her. She almost seemed to blame her for what happened. But that didn't make any sense. This woman had nothing to do with that! He thought about it as he dropped Sylvia off in her dilapidated neighborhood and pretended not to notice the embarrassment on her face. He watched her get her two children from across the street and then go into a building that looked like a ransacked, homeless shelter. Quiet guilt filled him as he thought about the privileged life of he and his family. But he had to laugh to himself. She was a shrewed one, He knew now, she would gladly have accepted that 2oo.oo if he had refused to give her 300.00. She had been very shrewd to ask for 300 before he'd seen her living arrangements......
The next week-end was one of the happiest in Sylvia's life. She, her friend carol and her babies went downtown to get Tia new shoes. Tia pranced around happily showing everyone around. Her eyes sparkling with glee. Sylvia had to wipe away quiet tears. No little girl should be that happy to get a cheap pair of shoes.
Carol saw her but pretended not to notice. "Girl, so howz life at the Creme de la Creme mansion?" Sylvia giggled. "It's Crenshaw, Carol." Carol made a face.
"same thing for them mofos -so howz life?"
Sylvia frowned. " She still hates me- if that's what you mean." Then she added. "but the money is really good girl!-so she can keep on hating me!" Carol laughed.
"That's what I'm saying g-u-r-l! " She exclaimed extra loud, while she slapped Sylvia's hand. "I say let the bitches, bitch long as a sista gettin paid!" She never noticed Sylvia wincing at her words. None of the Crenshaw's or their friends ever talked like this, and Sylvia was beginning to find it a horrendous misuse of speech.
" -So you doin the party huh?" Sylvia nodded.
"Well shoot, find out if they need any help- I needs me some money too!" Sylvia nodded again, but said nothing. They walked down to a fast food place to eat. Sylvia was thinking quietly about what Carol had said. Should she ask Mr Crenshaw about Carol? She wanted to, and she knew Carol needed the money but the problem was, she didn't want Carol bringing the hood to her job! Mrs Crenshaw seemed to hate the hood more than anything. And If Carol came there being loud and uncouth, with her Ebonic street lingo, it could mean her job. And she really needed this job! This wasn't just shoe money-this was get-away-money! Quietly, she decided she would not say a word about Carol to Mr Crenshaw, she just could not take the chance, she needed the job too badly. She glanced down and saw Tia watching her. She was smiling, but her eyes were pleading. Sylvia looked hard at her. Tia's eyes were trying to convey an unspoken message to her mother. They had always had great silent communication and Sylvia could almost hear her saying " Momma, don't risk it-This is our chance to get out! please don't risk it!" Sylvia smiled reassuringly at her, and Tia's eyes filled with relief.......
The night of the party dawned crisp and cool. Sylvia dressed in the uniform that Mrs Crenshaw has assigned and kissed her babies at Ms Moppet's doorstep. Tia held baby Abigail and looked up at her. Standing there holding a baby with a diaper bag on her tiny shoulder, she looked like a child forced to grow up way before her time. With a pang of regret. Sylvia realized that was exactly what she was. Tia smiled bravely at her. "momma, kin we stay with Ms Moppet till you come? I don't wanna go with daddy, and clean up after his pokey game. I'm scared of all his friends!" Sylvia's heart stopped. What the hell was Tia talking about?. The next moment Ms Moppet was at the door. Sylvia asked her what was going on, and she told her that twice she refused to let Tyshon take Tia to clean up after his poker game and serve drinks during it. She said that Tyshon had caused such a ruckus, she'd told him she would call the police if he came back. Sylvia was so upset she had to lean against the door jamb. She told Ms Moppet under no circumstances should she allow the kids to go with him! Rage filled her blood as she thought about him trying to use her baby to clean up behind his filthy friends! She was terrified to think of what would have happened had Ms Moppet let him take Tia. Those disgusting men, all around her innocent, vulnerable little girl! Oh my God! she thought frantically. Gotta get them outta here! she thought harder and harder, as she made her way to the bus stop....
The party was in full swing as Sylvia made her way to the kitchen. Mrs Crenshaw scowled at her. " Did Mr Crenshaw not tell you seven o clock?" She demanded. "No, he did not " Sylvia answered snippily. " He told me eight o'clock!" The servers in the background exchanged glances. Mrs Crenshaw loved to snap on people but was quick to run and tell her husband, should someone have the audacity to talk back to her the same way. They waited to see what would happen. Just then the baby started to wail. The girl closest to her picked her up but her cries grew louder, and louder. Sylvia moved across the room and took the baby from the grateful girl. Bianca wrapped her tiny arms around Sylvia's shoulder and quieted softly down. Alexis Crenshaw watched quietly, then turned, and stormed away...."how do you tolerate her? " A young girl loading the dishwasher, asked. "The same way we all do, " An older woman answered for Sylvia. " We think about the money!" The hours flew by. Around 11, Mrs Crenshaw came in and told Sylvia to go clean up the dishes and drinks the guests had strewn around. Sylvia went into the living room collecting dishes and glasses in a large dish pan. She was embarrassed at having to be seen by all these rich people, in her maid's uniform. She so wished she were back in the kitchen where she could hide! Sylvia! She looked up at the sound of her name and spotted Lena coming toward her with a big smile on her face. Everytime she saw Lena she seemed to be happy and smiling. Lena gave her a quick hug, and stepped back. "So good to see you, how are you-Is my brother treating you ok?" Sylvia nodded. Lena grabbed her wrist. "Come on, I want you to meet some more of my family." She led Sylvia to an outdoor table and snatched the dish pan from her, handing it to another girl before Sylvia could protest. "Don't worry about Alexis, " she laughed at the worry on Sylvia's face. "I'll take care of her. Anyway, I want you to meet my big brother John Michael, and my husband Jim." Sylvia's was surprised to see that Lena's husband Jim was black. (although, it shouldn't have been a surprise with this family) He was semi tall, and very nice looking, but seemed rather cool and reserved. He averted his gaze when Sylvia said hi. She got his message loud and clear. You're hired help and you don't belong here!. Lena's brother John, on the other hand, was very friendly and even easier on the eyes. In fact, he was gorgeous! It was easy to see they came from the same family. He had Lena's blond hair and ruddy coloring. Sylvia took his outstretched hand timidly. He smiled down at her with clear gray eyes and a dimple in his chin deeper than Michael Jackson's. "Nice to meet you, " He said sincerely in a deep, masculine voice. He was staring deeply into her eyes, and Sylvia felt herself redden. Damn! why did she have to be in a maid's uniform, and why did he have to be so handsome? "Ah, it....it's nice to meet you too" she answered slowly. His wide smile was making her insides do crazy things. "I'll get drinks! " Lena piped up happily, and fled across the room. Sylvia realized Lena really was that happy. Funny, when she'd first met her she thought she was faking it.
"Ah... shouldn't you be getting drinks? " Lena's husband Jim, cut in rudely. "After all, you are one of the maids are you not? " Sylvia turned to him in embarrassed shock, as did John. "That was out of line man." John turned to stare at him coldly, the warm smile gone from his face. Jim turned guiltily away from John's stare, and then glared at Sylvia behind his back. His eyes seemed to silently scream, 'Get back in your place -in the kitchen!' He's as nasty and condescending as Mrs Crenshaw, she thought to herself. They should have gotten married! As soon as John excused himself to go to the bathroom, Jim came up and deliberately handed her a tray of dirty glasses. "I believe you know where these go" He said coldly. Sylvia looked at him. She was thinking to herself: 'how bout you shove them up your ass! ' but she didn't say it. Instead, she took the tray and headed back to work....
Luckily the evening was almost over, because she was not able to get away from John the rest of the night. He kept turning up and trying to talk to her while she worked, and Mrs Crenshaw made it clear she was not happy about it. Sylvia found out that he was a pediatrician and had been divorced for several years. He told her all about his patients and how funny they were. He seemed to really love kids. She wanted desperately to talk to him some more but Mrs Crenshaw was giving her the death glare. So she told John she would talk to him later and trudged upstairs to put the baby to bed. Lena followed her up. She was running her mouth non-stop in the background, as Sylvia tucked Bianca in.
"You won't be able to dodge my brother! she laughed. "The Crenshaw men are known for getting what they want." Sylvia turned to her, shaking her head. "Don't be ridiculous, he just wanted to talk about stuff he-" Lena cut her off. "He can talk about stuff with any one of the 1ooo women chasing him in his office-No, I know my brother. When he made me promise to grab you and introduce him, I knew he was interested." Sylvia was shocked, puzzled, and just a little hopeful. "but what would he want with me? He's so handsome and I'm so..." "Adorably cute!"
Lena finished for her. she grabbed Sylvia's arm and led her to the mirror. Sylvia was stunned to realize the uniform was beginning to hang on her! She was losing weight with all the constant running around, and she hadn't even noticed. As she looked closer she could also see that the dark circles around her eyes were almost gone, along with the slack, tired skin. She'd been forced to eat lots of fruits and veggies in order to have the stamina to work two jobs, and the difference in her skin was amazing! Not to mention how much stress was relieved by not having to squeeze every penny until it screamed. She shook her head at the woman in the mirror, in delighted amazement.
"wow! I'm not nearly as pretty as you or Mrs Crenshaw, but I don't look half bad! she whispered happily. "you're as pretty as anybody else!" Lena said, as sternly as her gentle voice would allow. She seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. " Alexis really is quite pretty isn't she? She said softly. Too bad she....."
She let her voice trail off. Sylvia turned to her. " too bad she what Lena? -does this have anything to do with why she hates me? I need to know- why does she hate me, what did I do to her? "
She watched a myriad of emotions cross Lena's face as she turned away. She seemed to think about it a long moment before answering. "She thinks you're her karma." she said quietly, turning back.
" What.... What do you mean?" Sylvia leaned in and listened close. Lena looked more and more uncomfortable as if fighting with herself whether or not to tell Sylvia something, finally she sighed, as she reached out to touch the baby's soft brown cheek.
"My brother Thomas was married before". She began. "His first wife was named Sylvie." Sylvia gasped, then nodded for her to continue. She had a baby girl by C-section and then suffered complications. The baby had severe breathing problems and lived only for I day, as I remember. Then then she died. My brother was horribly distraught, almost inconsolable. Anyway, While Sylvie was trying to recover, and work through the death of her baby. Along came Alexis. She worked her way into his life under the guise of helping him through his grief. But Before he knew what happened, Alexis had gotten pregnant with Tiffany. Then she made sure Sylvie found out about it. Sylvie filed for divorce and left the state, and Alexis got my brother. When she saw you, especially with your name, you reminded her of her own sins and that's why she hates you-she's scared you came to do to her what she did to Sylvie"
Sylvia let her breathe out in a whoosh. that was alot to take in. To think that Mrs Crenshaw had stolen Mr Crenshaw from another woman who had just lost her baby! She shook her head at Lena. "I shocked that she would do that- but, I don't believe in Karma she said firmly. " I believe people grow and change, most times for the better". Lena shrugged. "Well I believe in karma, but I wish I didn't because I sure have done some shady, sneaky, low down things in my life!" Sylvia giggled, she just couldn't imagine Lena doing shady, sneaky things.
She reached down into the crib to kiss Bianca's soft baby cheek -and froze! At first her mind did not register what was wrong but then it hit her! Bianca was not breathing! A piercing scream split the air. Sylvia didn't realize it was coming from her until Lena grabbed her, and slapped her face. "What's wrong with you -screaming in that poor baby's ear! have you lost-" Sylvia yanked hard on her sleeve and pointed toward the crib. Bianca's chest was NOT rising! "Oh my God! Lena shrieked, backing away in horror. Then she was screaming as well. Then everything seemed to happen in slow motion. In seconds people flew into the nursery. Then Alexis was there, grabbing her limp baby and screaming at the top of her lungs. "Oh no, it's coming true, " she screamed. "God killed my baby because of what I did!" She collapsed to the floor on top of the still body of the baby, screaming wildly. She was impervious to the fact that John was trying to get to the baby in time to save her life. "Move Alexis, Dammit! " He commanded. "I've only got seconds to save her life!" Grabbing a grief stricken -nearly incoherent Alexis from the floor, he literally threw her into his brother's arms so he could work on Bianca. Sylvia watched fearfully. They had lost precious time talking about her mother -how long had the baby been out? Wasn't Lena stoking her cheek only moments ago? Then Alexis had come in and cost them even more precious seconds! Would John be able to save her? She looked toward The Crenshaws, they were both white as ghosts, even dark skinned Alexis looked almost as pale as her husband. He seemed to be trying to hold his wife up with a strength he didn't possess at the moment. Sylvia saw his lips moving as his red rimmed eyes looked upward. She knew he was sending up a cogent prayer, begging for the life of his child. But Mrs Crenshaw was looking directly at her! Her dark luminous teary eyes were filled with hatred and suspicion. Sylvia felt the first inkling of fear for herself. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt if little Bianca didn't make it, Mrs Crenshaw would somehow blame her, and make her pay!....She felt like she was in a nightmare. Every precious second that slipped past felt like hard hail pummeling her helpless body. With nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. And the baby's life slipping away!........
Find out if baby Bianca survives, and what happens to Sylvia in:
The final chapter of: Donnely Place 451
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9. I also love fact that most of them are very marriage minded and raised to believe in the sanctity of marriage....
I could go on all day but I think you get the point. I am not ashamed to admit my attraction. BW have been ashamed for too long. You have a right to like whatever you like. I just think it's time we followed our Asian sistas and make it known. Already when I'm out and about with my family. I see more bw/wm than I ever have before, so I think the message is starting to sink in. But when you see bw loudly proclaim 'Nothin but a brother' -simply add," for you not me!" This simple proclamation has hurt more bw than any other I know of. If you want to know why bm's stock went up so high, all you have to do is look in the mirror. You sent it there, (either by the Nothin but a bm bullsh*t,) or by sitting silently by while other bw screamed it. If you want to know the truth, this is why bm are fighting so hard to keep bw from dating out. It's not that they want bw back (they don't- lets keep it real) they just don't want their ww to find out that their image/stock is nothing but a fictitious house of cards! They know good and well the only reason many non-blk women are with them is because bw wanted them so badly, their stock was inevitably driven up. But they also know that as more and more bw make it clear they are no longer interested in them and want WM, other women will follow suit. I'm sure you've all experienced this: In school or elsewhere. There was a guy you did not think was so hot, but your friends kept talking about him, and raving about him, and he started to look better and better to you! This is exactly what happened with bm! We built him up so high other women decided, "well, if he's that damn good/fine -he should be with me!!! "
This is one of the reasons despite the fact that there are some really fine Asian men, most women are not looking for Asian men. Why? Because many women are thinking: 'if their own women don't want them -why would I! " This is why BM are fighting to keep you focused on them, and away from WM, not because they love/want you, but because they know when the truth comes out, (that they are NOT ALL THAT!) Their stock will free fall faster than Enron! Go for what you want ladies, and if what you want is a wm, you have every right to get it and snatch it up, don't let anyone tell you different...You every right to snatch up a good white man!
PS. I know this post will bring out the trolls, so don't worry, I will be moderating carefully. All irrelevant/accusatory comments will be deleted.
This is a story- portrait of what life can easily end up being if we don't take charge, and make imperative marriage choices with great care and caution. I think we all know that marrying the wrong man is one of the fastest ways to reach hell on earth. But what about the havoc created for your children. What about the long term consequences, and the irreparable damage done to one's self esteem and psyche. This story attempts to illustrate a glimpse into the life of one woman who's one bad decision almost cost her everything.....
I'm sure you get the idea. You can find a million problems in everyday businesses. And remember that (or buy on Ebay ) on this subject is called; How to succeed as an independent consultant by Herman Holtz Publisher John Wiley and Sons605 third Avenue New York NY 10158
Get Rich with old family recipes!
Did you know that some of the most popular restaurants in your town are probably so popular because of one or two 'favorite dishes or deserts'! Well it's true. Many of the most popular places in any town usually are known for some specialty, which is quietly making the originator of the specialty rich! For instance. I know someone who makes fabulous fudge. She has been making it for years. Well one day a friend of hers convinced her to let her place some on the counter of her family restaurant. She wrapped it nicely and added labels and neatly placed it near the register. Well the result was instantaneous. People clamored for it and begged for more. Soon other restaurants were begging as well. This lady does not want to go nationwide (although she certainly could) she is a little old lady now making 20.000 per month by selling her fudge to restaurants (in other nearby towns) and making it exclusively for this particular restaurant. You can do this too. Some of the most popular dishes in family style restaurants come from ordinary people who have a great recipe. Careful as this is one that can go so big, you'll feel lost and scared. So get a good accountant and try to control the growth. My father, God rest his soul was a fantastic cook. Even better than my mother (and she's a very good cook) He had a pizza recipe that was out of this world! I have never tasted anything like it. And everyone always said the same thing. Whenever he had a pizza party, as he called them. People would beg, plead and pay anything to get in! Restaurants heard of him and offered him money, shares, anything to get that pizza. Unfortunately, daddy was not interested. I think I have told y'all before my father was extremely talented in many ways, yet totally unmotivated to do anything with that talent. He always promised to give us the recipe, but he never did. To this day, we have made thousands of pizza's trying to figure out how to make them taste like his-to no avail. My point is: It really does not do any good for God to bless you with a talent, you refuse to use. Daddy could have made millions in 25 different ways if he had, had a little motivation and desire to do so. But he did not and so he died taking all that wonderful talent with him.... So just know that I can give you all the business ideas in the world, but if you don't have motivation and desire to use them-they can never work....This is a business you can make millions in if you are willing to work hard. It can grow faster than you would believe. Simply take your special recipe and let restaurants try it. Let them see if it will sell. Take it to several and have a nice looking business card wrapped with each item. (with phone number incl. ) If your phone starts to ring off the hook-honey, you are on your way! Get a good accountant and try to control the growth so that you are not overwhelmed.....
1000.00 per week reupholstering furniture (part time!)
Did you know that you can make up to 1000.00 per week upholstering furniture? Well you can. And it does not require much time to learn the skill either. You can Google furniture reupholstering and get started learning for a very modest amount. With the economy in the shape it's in. Many people want to save as much money as they can. Many people would love to have their furniture 'redone' instead of paying for all new furniture. We recently got a new leather couch and love seat set and it was over 2000.00!! So you can see why many people would love to just redo the old. Now this will require someone who has a love of fabrics, style, colors, etc. IOWs someone who has decorating tendencies and loves to make old things new. People please, if this sounds like slave labor to you, then don't waste money buying a kit. You will not be successful in a business you hate. On the other hand, if this sounds great to you read on. The Modern upholstery Institute will practically walk you through how to get started. With tips, samples ads etc. You can work with homeowners, hotels, motels, offices etc. Businesses are great clients because they really do not want to waste money on new furniture that only customers will use and not family members. You can build this as large as you like and remember you can email me with questions at firstname.lastname@example.org (this email is for business ideas only, and my readers only...PS, if you want a copy of all the wealth ideas: go to sidebar and follow link that says (Sara's wealth blog) All of the wealth ideas will be there.
Beauty tips for the ladies...
Flaky skin: a great way to control flaky skin is to cut an apple in half and rub half over the face. This will texturize the skin and even the tone while eliminating the flakiness. Once you are finished, rinse. You can also add a little sugar to your palm dampen with water and rub gently over the face-then rinse.
Under eye puffiness:
Fill a clean satin eye pillow (you can easily make some) with buckwheat or lavender. Lie down and cover your eyes with them and take a 15-20 minute rest. When you awake, your eyes will be refreshed and smooth....If eyes are really bad (like from crying all night ) try frozen veggies to reduce the swelling ... And then get whatever making you cry like that out of your life....
Remember to change your make up every few months as the bacteria can build up and cause all kinds of problems. Never share make up, and always wash hands before and after applying it.
Steam stress and toxins away...
Steaming the skin not only is therapeutic, it's extremely health inducing. The reason is that you steam away the toxins that make you look old and tired. By 'sweating' the skin you revive it. A great weekly regimen is to: steam the skin over a bowl filled with very hot water and herbs (like chamomile, lavender or rose. Have a towel draped around your face to keep steam in and gently lower your face and let the pores breathe. (don't get too close, and don't spill the water!) When you are done give yourself a gentle mask and see how rested and lovely your skin looks.....
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