I decided to give my leggings and leather shorts a much needed break, and jump into a pair of Adriano Goldschmeid jeans, a white stretch tee from Rainbow, gray birdcage peeptoe booties, and a purple, gray, denim blue head wrap twisted into a large bun sitting front and center of my hair line. I added a denim fringe eternity scarf from my own designer collection and my co-workers went on and on about how much they loved it. “How did you make that?” one lady asked. “My daughter would love to have one.” She was studying the scarf intensely as if she was thinking “I can make that myself.” I quickly said that I would send her the instructions but why would I reveal my secret? But it’s simple enough. All you need is a pair of scissors, denim and creative flair. See, I revealed the secret after all.
My dreams lately have been filled with suspense to say the least.
I’ve been lost in a dangerous neighborhood with almost no fuel in my car and the GPS could not track my location. I was too afraid to stop and ask for directions for fear that I would be carjacked, kidnapped, or even worse. In another dream, I was driving in heavy fog, my car went off the road and into a ravine. As the car in going down, I’m thinking “Is this how my life supposed to end?” Then there have been dreams of betrayal, being on a bus and arriving at my destination wearing no shoes.
What has been causing these dreams? Could it be the sweet green apple that I eat just before going to bed? I went a couple of nights
without it, no dream. Tried the apple again, the dreams resurfaced.
Hmmh….mystery solved. It seems as if apple has a new i-dream that instantly puts in the middle of the action on the big screen. It’s clear, sharp, life like and you’re always the star. Whenever I need action and mystery, I can eat an apple, go to sleep, and watch myself as the leading lady. With apple I-dream, who needs cable?
He sent chocolate covered strawberries on February 13th. My thoughts were that this was the precursor to a wonderful Valentine's Day surprise. The fact that he sent them to the wrong address and misspelled my name was a fair warning that this Valentine's Day would suck like the rest. At 5:30 a.m. he texted me "Happy Valentine's Day sweetie!" and that was the last I heard from him. I had anticipated a romantic candlelit dinner. Just his male companionship would have sufficed. Instead, I spent that night alone. Jilted.
Chaquita has a friend or should I say “former associate”, because she proved herself to be no friend at all. Anyways, this female had a boyfriend who according to her has a “sx demon.” Chaquita and I are alike in the fact that we steer clear of intimate relationship issues. What goes on in another person’s bedroom is none of my business and is quite sickening to even imagine. But we were baffled when trying to figure out why she would say he had a sx demon. Chaquita thinks that he had on a Jason mask while break dancing unclad. I think that he could climb walls or something and hang like spiderman from the ceiling without a stitch of clothing on. We both decided that it must have been something seriously awful in order to be demonic. Maybe he walked a tight rope while breathing fire with lace undies on. Who knows, but if it’s demonic, it needs to be cast out. We laughed and laughed about this.
I read an article by Lauryn Hill in response to her tax evasion charges. The words that come to mind are suppression, coercion, and control; tactics used to cage a creative spirit. Miss Lauryn removed herself from that faction of society which sought to do so. Is that the driving force behind the mounds of bangles, rings, hats, and several layers of clothing? Is her look a combination of “I do whatever the heck I want!” and “There’s nothing you can do to change that!” If so, we both share the same outlook on fashion. This is one area where I’m completely free to be me. So what if I’m wearing a striped head wrap tied into a large twist in the crown of my head and argyle print tights? So what if I wear black lipstick to work? So what if I go home and rip my jeans into a spider’s web then wear cheetah print leggings underneath. So what? This part of my life is not for sale to anyone, neither is the soul from which it originates. I’m having a Lauryn moment and that’s not a bad thing….
Driving like a bat out of hell, I saw my co-worker jump out of my path as I quickly swerved to miss her. I rolled down the front passenger’s window and asked “Are you trying to get short term disability payments?” She laughed and stated that maybe she should, you know, put her foot under my tire or something. I explained how difficult my day at work had been and she shared with me that her work day had been 12 hrs long, beginning at 4am . Although she managed to smile, the stress of the long hours showed on her face with deep set, pre-mature age lines. Hmmh, maybe being out of commission for a few weeks just might be what she needed, but no one really wants their foot run over, right?
I drove off thinking, there is no way in the h*ll that I would work 12 hours to donate half of my day to the workplace. My mind instantly shifted to the old days and imagined women in harsh factories working side by side with men. Feminists wanted to do that kind of work, but for the same pay. Stay at home moms were frowned upon for wearing their bras and not burning them. I envisioned a feminist after 8 hrs saying, “There’s no way in h*ll I’m going to stand on my feet and work a 12 hr shift”. Thus began the evolution of prostitution. ???????
N.M.I. exec, BeBe, has been in the camera’s eye lately and with her killer style, she shouldn’t be camera shy. Recently spotted at an exclusive Mercedes dealership in Atlanta, this CEO is as awesome, timeless, and distinctive as the Benz itself. Could it be an early Valentine’s Day “I love myself” gift? Was she spending money or just looking like money?
Eyeing the 2013 E350 Sport Sedan from behind cheetah print wayfarer sunglasses from Rue 21, her business savoir faire kicked into high gear like wheels on an open road. Wearing a black leather pleated mini, black safari top from Old Navy, tall python boots from JC Penney, her red Marino Orlandi purse found its temporary home nestled in the passenger’s seat of a red 2013 E350 4MATIC coupe. With Nappy Model seated in the lap of luxury, this deal just got even sweeter. “Zoom!”