The Hot Mess Contest

Ladies, ladies, ladies...don't be in such a hurry to win the Hot Mess Contest.

Don't start shaking your head and pointing fingers because we have all been guilty of it, I know I have.

As evidenced in the photo below, I had more than one occasion in the past to wear the not-so-coveted Queen of the Hot Mess title.

Yes, the woman I hardly recognize did everything in her power to self-destruct.  But my will was not having it.  The spark of intelligence, education, grace and talent would not be silenced by drink, or drug or anything.  

All the time I wallowed and wasted, there was a tiny voice whispering for me to get my act together (trite but true).  I am forever grateful that I listened.

So fast forward 30 years and life is better than it's ever been.  The demons might not be dead, but they are in a coma.

Fortunately, vanity saved me.  There is nothing glamorous about a crack whore, and glamour is my life.  Hence the title of the blog.

Just a little place to conversate, congratulate, congregate with the like-minded, fair minded, forward minded women (and men) of my acquaintance.  Join me won't you?