Once upon a time, there was a little girl.
Her clothes were printed with stripes and polka dots. They never matched, but that didn’t seem to bother her.
She loved food but had a hard time keeping it in her mouth.
The little girl grew up in a small kingdom on Long Island. The seasons went and came, and the girl graduated grade school and attended college nearby. She studied acting and dance and everything in between.
The little girl was dubbed a princess by her brother. I believe he was being facetious but nevermind that.
The girl knew she had to leave her little kingdom if she wanted to grow. She danced in Europe, studied film and television in Brooklyn, and worked in New York as a project manager before moving into marketing.
She met many new walks of life in her travels—makeup artists, philosophers, hipsters, poets, health gurus, actors, and photographers. They swapped stories, started friendships, and planted seeds of knowledge to everyone they encountered.
Once a little girl was now a fierce woman. She became someone she loved to be around, and ally friends would trust with their accessorizing and contouring.
Then one day, she met a handsome prince. He was not like the other princes in the kingdom. He had charm and wit and, most importantly, did not have a shirtless selfie in his online dating profile. This pleased the girl.
They fell in love and built a home filled with laughter, understanding, and Taco Bell sauce packets. He showed her woodworking and art, and she showed him where the cleaning products were housed.
The next few years were filled with both love and pain. The girl lost her queen, her muse, her color. The girl knew the world would never look as bright as the queen had built it, but she knew she had to carry on the throne.
The girl had discovered herself and wanted to share her wisdom with all the other girls in the neighboring kingdoms.
So, she did what any millennial would do and decided to write a blog and fill it with beauty tips, style swaps, tasty, nutritious recipes, lifestyle lessons, and sarcasm. We can forget the sarcasm.
Stone Bold Fox is not one single girl — it’s all of us wrapped into one. Consider it the kingdoms we build along the way— our stories, our experiences, our hidden treasures, and our bold hues beaming from within that set us apart from the rest.
Let’s make something together.
Stone Bold Fox 