OR SO I THOUGHT...

You knew it all along, or so I thought

This was always a temporary arrangement

We meet when we can, and

It’s business as usual when we can’t

So we carried on, and

The years passed on

The emotions stayed leveled,

Never too high, never too low

Or so I thought

Never did I know that this was a one sided arrangement

Me, always leveled, and

You, always rattled, one step away from breaking down

Me, thinking we had a good thing going,

You thinking this was turmoil

I had my life, you were a reprieve

You had your life, I was icing on the cake

Or so I thought

I should have seen the signs

When you started to hold on too long, during our hugs

When our kisses lingered, on the last nights

You became more and more available, ready to meet

As for me, I never fluctuated

I thought you knew all along

That this was always a temporary arrangement

Little did I know

That breaking free would cause you delirium

Next time around,

The writing will be on the wall

By:  Christiana Ajele Duodu

"GREASE LIGHTNING"

Another reprieve from moi-- say hello to one of my good friends, Alvine Ayim

I love an all black look for the winter... let the background be your pop of color!

Zara shirt, pants, and jacket--- items purchased over the years of course.
Ring-- H&M

Earrings-- H&M

Better view of the sailor style leggings... let's all get a pair!

Shoes-- Cole Haan
Have a great week everyone!

You give me fever!!!!!

Fever when you hug me right

Fever with that flame in you-- Missoni dress

Your icy frosts lights up the night: Zara Shoes, loved it so much I now have a pair.

Fever! Vintage Chanel clutch and bangles

But what a lovely way to burn...
YELLOW FEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have a happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!!!

JEAN FRIDAY!!!!!

Robert Rodriguez top and Current Elliott wide leg jeans
Vintage purse and bracelet

Close up of bracelet
Michael Kors platforms and Hugo Boss socks

Have a good weekend everyone!

A SHORT STORY: Conversations over Vodka Martinis

"He already had a girl at the table when I showed up at the restaurant for our ‘date’!” she cried incredulously…

Welcome to my Thursday happy hour session!  I’m currently sitting across from one of my best girlfriends— let’s call her Kit— and she is rehashing her most recent horrific encounter with a once potential suitor, whom we shall call Adam...

The beginning

One late evening over a month ago, my phone rang.  It was Kit calling to tell me that she’s met someone in her church parking lot.  She goes to one of those churches that resembles a sporting event in terms of the location (a revamped arena), the amounts of people that attend (3000 plus), and the various kinds of people who partake in the fellowship such as the following:  the jocks and their “amen’s” and “hallelujahs”- which are so loud and delivered with such spirit that the pastor probably feels the need to high five or at least give them a thumbs up at every juncture of the sermon; the business men in suits who tithe with aplomb (usually the same ones causing a commotion at a sporting event by ordering popcorn and a 'Bud' from the fat lady going up and down the bleachers instead of ordering at the concession stands like most cordial people... "excuse me, could you stand up so I can... motions to pass, sorry did I spill on you?, pass my... chucks his $20 bill in your clearly irritated face"... ); the pretty girls with a full face of makeup ready to mingle-- in this case with good Christian men;  tired-looking 20 somethings who show up after a full course of clubbing the night before, and finally, those remaining few that are actually there for the word-- the true fanatics.   Kit falls into this last category and therefore tries for nonchalance when describing the new man she met on God's holy ground while she was stewing over the day's sermon--

         “He is tall, decent looking, but looks really familiar… pondering these words she adds, “he might have been one of my younger sister’s friends at University.  Wait... do you know an Adam?”

Flirting with Gathers!

Ode to THE SCARLET LETTER:

I COMMITTED ADULTERY.  I cheated on my dreams and so in punishment… 365 days of scarlet red lips (it apparently makes me look old).  Hopefully, I’ll emerge with the grace, dignity, and triumph shown by the original wearer of scarlet— Hawthorne's Hester Prynne

Day 26…

Polka dots on shoes? Yes please! These were a hand me down gift from my Mother-In-Law, she use to wear them back in the day and now... I LOVE them!

Vintage Valentino wool skirt and a pearl bracelet worn as an anklet

Top: Vera Wang Lavender Label from Buffalo Exchange in the Heights; the color, the ruching at the collar.. oh MY! and yes, red lipstick... 

Have a great weekend everyone! 

XOXO

Weekend wrap up!

My sister was parading around our home in this outfit  and I just adored the fresh look of it...

Dress and belt from Bergdorf Goodman

Gye Nyame gold pendant

Excerpts from a lunch conversation:
"I want a pill, stronger than time for unknowing someone.  I mean... you can replace a person's actions, the way they love, their sense of humor and definitely their kindness-- if they had any; but you can never replace or trick the mind to just forget their core, the unexplainable. You can never really "un-know" someone"


"I think the core or the unexplainable as you say, is what some call the zsa zsa zsu--what women supposedly want.  And to your point, I agree... bidi bop bop or the zsa zsa zsu without the promise of selective amnesia is definitely not worth it..." 

Have a good week everyone:)