If you celebrate it.
Just wanted to say. Celebrate in your own unique and fashionable way.
If you celebrate it.
Just wanted to say. Celebrate in your own unique and fashionable way.
Hey family it was such a great weekend and this picture right here sums it all up! This is probably one of the most memorable weekends I have ever had in
my life. I am gonna overshare like I always do. My friends say I need
to self edit. Meaning I need to only show the best of the best pictures
on my blog. I want to but I figure a lot of people are like me we love
to either read, look at the pictures or both. I love to do all of the
Saturday-My day started at 8:00 a.m. Helping to set up and just visit
the Sassy Thrifters at our Fleek Market booths. This is a Flea market
put on by founder Tameka Grant. It is one of the largest Flea Markets on
the South Side of Chicago held in the Historic Bronzeville
neighborhood. I hosted the Fashion Portion of the Event. We have
music,food,fashion show and vendors sells loads of good treasures. With
13,000 strong it is a great event. We stayed until 3 p.m. So many
good people I have met just by opening my mouth. lol
we had dinner and team building exercises a veterans overnight event.
We Cantigny (Pounced like Con-Toe-knee)One Savvy Veteran http://www.onesavvyveteran.org/
treated some lady veterans to an overnight retreat which included a
concert...private museum tour...dinner...and a HOUSE! It was such a
beautiful moment in my life. I'm providing a link to explain what the
museum and grounds are about. It is basically a division of the Army
called the Big Red 1. http://www.firstdivisionmuseum.....intro.aspx
After That we had dinner and left on Sunday morning.
Sunday we drove back to the Chi and celebrated a Women's Veteran
Warriors Empowerment Luncheon Retreat. So many beautiful women from
those who served in Vietnam to Iraq/Afghanistan Wars. Those who have
retired honorable discharged and currently serving. I don't even have
to words to tell you how much meeting about 40-50 women wow, just wow.
The speakers were amazing and REAL, Not just happy happy happy good
feeling words or drivel. But the meet and potatoes about our struggles
and journey. Without having to say anything we already knew.
weekend was pretty much One Savvy Veteran, Combat To Chic, Sassy
Thrifters and Fleek Market. Chicago at its finest in the Summertime.
As always Thank you for reading lurking or just commenting.
All of my outfits were thrifted but my White Lenin jumpsuit was made by my wonderful friend (H.O.T.) House of Tem.
Awkward photo moments
So I was thinking about how we always want to see ourselves in the best light. We always want to put our best foot forward. We don't want to see our flaws let alone have others see us. In this journey of life and to self the reality for me is those awkward moments those that may be not so pretty to look at make us, me who I am today. Earlier this week I working on my professional page. You see the joy of the now but you never see the journey to that joy. You never ask my story or see the awkward before the beauty picture. Up until 2 years ago I did not take pictures. Now I take pictures everyday. I love them of myself and others. I love the touching moment between people and my friends. So here we have the awkward moments and the silent moments in between that you never get to see. Remember it's not about the destination it's about the joy in the journey.
I've always felt like that awkward woman but for the most part I'm learning how to take pictures. Thes are self explanatory. Some are subtle some are blurry outfit failures. I invite you to laugh along with me.
Full Definition of awkward
obsolete : perverse
archaic : unfavorable, adverse
a : lacking dexterity or skill (as in the use of hands) <awkward with a needle and thread>
b : showing the result of a lack of expertness <awkward pictures>
a : lacking ease or grace (as of movement or expression) <awkwardwriting>
b : lacking the right proportions, size, or harmony of parts : ungainly<an awkward design>
a : lacking social grace and assurance <an awkward newcomer>
b : causing embarrassment <an awkward moment>
: not easy to handle or deal with : requiring great skill, ingenuity, or care <an awkward load> <an awkward diplomatic situation>
We are going to focus on this one:
4. a : lacking ease or grace (as of movement or expression) <awkwardwriting>
b : lacking the right proportions, size, or harmony of parts : ungainly<an a
You are more than welcome to comment look add a picture or a story of your awkward.
For the Mind, Body & Soul.
I've been wanting to write a long post on these but the visuals will speak for themselves. Work has me pulling out my hair so I thought I would share what the news would not.
The Beauty of The Chi.........and surrounding areas.
I've taken most if not all or I've scouted them out. My vision.
Hello fam. Once again it is Saturday night and I find myself sitting in my car with my car buddy Mr Wolf E. Listing to HOUSE music and typing my blog on my phone. Ah today was a great day. I have to tell you my fit for the day might shock some of you all. I say if your gonna do a look you have to own it. I don't mind the feedback and constructive criticism. It's ok to not be okay with a look although I love it
So today started with me beginning in my car. For some reason I see my car as a safe space. We had a flock of seagulls beside our little suburb. Next we then head to the city The Chi for some summertime beautiful fun.
For the first stop on the Thrift in Time tour was Zero Landfill. You get free swag From business that go out of business. Marble, Beautiful batik, home fixtures couches cushions refrigerators all new . Oh my it was heaven. I ran into OTHER SASSY Thrifters and we did what we do best turned it into a Runway thrifty fashion show. After Zero Landfill we headed to Combat to Chic.
On the way TEM and myself saw some murals we did a mini photo shoot shoot pictures to come at on a seperate post. We had a wonderful time. We packed out my little car and had to do a drive by of his house where we picked up his wonderful daughter. Oh my she is beautiful. While enroute to C2C to volunteer we saw a Fire station with a huge Rooster in it and what looked like a thrifty sale. Turns out it was converted from fire house to a hand made blown artist glass sanctuary. We met lovely people and a mother and son team. Jason was paralyzed by gun violence when he was only 16. His mother pearl at 85 takes care him and brings him faithfully every Saturday. Although paralyzed on his right side he makes beautiful works of art. This right here is why I love writing and talking to people. We had conversation and Pearl was wonderful. I found out that Pearls husband was a firefighter and worked at the station. He is no longer alive but pearl is a spitfire and we talked for a good hour while I took pictures. While I was talking and taking pictures of the happenings at the firehouse this happens.
Young Afro-American men in sharp fits waking one behind the other. I literally ran across 4 lanes of traffic to get to them and take there pictures. If was a beautiful sight to behold. They told me they were graduating on this day from H.S. all had been accepted to college on scholarships full rides. I thanked them and said how proud I was of them. Tem and I continued on our journey We stopped to have pizza and pop. Sorry no pictures. But I do have pictures of the huge rooster that was in the firehouse cage. I was told that when the firehouse was sold and converted. It was on the specific condition that the rooster would stay. Lol
So next we headed to Combat to Chic where things were in high gear. Meosha always has sales like penny sales fill your bag for $1 etc. C2C is a resale thrift op shop. While there because I'm trying to grow my business I did a giveaway. Other people had to nominate other persons who they wanted to see get the first ever prize from the thrift. It was a Massi painting I had thrifted about a month ago from the Salvation Army. I will provide a link if you want to see a live presentation. https://m.facebook.com/Thrift-.....=bookmarks
After that was it just attending to this beautiful blog my budding business on FB answering questions and HOUSING. Oh on the way home I took pictures of murals.
As always thanks for reading. I'll up load plenty of pictures very soon. Thank you for reading, looking, lurking or feedback.
The power of giving back
How often do you give back?
Do you give back?
When you bring something into the house do you take an equal amount back?
How to you check yourself?
Do you check yourself?
How do you hold yourself accountable?
We love to shop don't we? Well, I don't know if you do but, I do! I love it. I love the anticipation of finding that one item I've had my heart set on. The perfect EF Harem pants, crop pant, shoe, boot, heel, coat fur, picture, table, bedroom set. I love thinking about what it will be like when I find my treasure. I think about what I will wear it with how I will wear it and what wardrobe hole will it fill.
Most importantly I think about the Scoregasm-
When something happens that is so righteously awesome you pretty much scream out loud.
The feeling acquired when thinking about scoring perfect treasure.
When you have found your ultimate Scoregasm and bring your treasure home. What do you do with other things you no longer love? Do you stuff your closet until it is bloated? Do you sit a bag by the door vowing to donate but somehow it never gets donated? Do you go through the donation bag finding yourself pulling items that you half like out? Saying to yourself "I will wear it". Maybe saying this but you know you have not worn that item in over 5 years.
Take heart this is your time to shine! This is your giving back moment! This is your time to know that you can give to a great cause! You can be your own hero/shero! You can change a life with the power of giving back. You have access to so much power or potential to access power. Let me tell you how. By donating to your local charity of choice you can do all the things that I stated above. You have a choice with so many charities out here there is always someone to help. Some woman,man,girl, or boy who could use that thing you have not thought about in years.
I keep a bag ready. Sometimes I will wear a treasure and never wear it again. My closet is a continued revolving evolution of progress and creativity. The thrift or op shop is my main place to shop and donate. I find the latest and the greatest. So I donate the latest and the greatest. The next time you bring smothering into your home make sure that you love it. If you don't love it then leave it! How many life lessons can we learn from that. Oh baby if I had the time! I see my treasures go to good homes and other women veterans who are in need. I also volunteer there so I am always amazed at the people whom receive joy from something I donated.
I donate to a non profit charity call Combat To Chic: https://www.facebook.com/comba.....38;fref=ts
My business is called Thrift in Time Please visit my FB page and like and share:
Whom do you donate to?
PSA don't donate what you would not wear! Just cause it's going to the charity shop does not mean you can donate trash. Edit yourself! Before you reck yourself!
Thank you for reading or looking at the pictures or just stoping by. Leave a comment it makes me happy. Now go and look at the pictures cause we love them.
Last few pictures 16 is Tem from House of Tem a fabulous designer.
And Meosha of Combat to Chic. Tem is making my white jumpsuit. He is a Fashion Designer.
So today is Thursday on FB I saw that my friends were doing a "Throwback Thursday"
FB is where I spend a majority of my time when not volunteering,working HOUSING, meeting with friends,thrifting, going to the library or just enjoying the day. So I'm loving these "on this day". Series. This was my thoughts 5 years ago:
"Cutting my hair every year to remind myself it is not what's outside that matters but, inside." Quote by me lololol hahah
Who has not had struggles dealing with there hair? If you have not and it has always been perfect please let a sister know. Hahahahahaha I'll be the first one to admit that it truly has been a struggle for me.
From the funky braids in my hair
let your soul glow carefree curl
getting wiggy with it
frying it dyeing it and laying it to the side
Clean shaven que ball
Wiling out FRO
Head wrap Sistah
Current situation of HIGH TOP Mohawk Fro-Hawk
Hair journeys are like life journeys a big old road to the discovery of self. In the African American community our hair is a source of pride often referred to as "her crown". Our hair can also be a thorn in the side if we do not know how to care for it.
My journey to myself and who I am now started with this first picture of braids I'm the little one on the left rocking the braids and jr mustache. Lolol oh man. My sister had what was referred to as good hair or easy to manage. I had many late nights on Saturday with the press in curl. Sitting with a hot comb by the stove praying to god that my mommy would not burn the tip of my ears,forehead or the back of my neck while straightening my hair with heat. I can still here the sizzle as the hot-comb and the green hair grease sizzled, frying my poor hair.
In my day in the 80s. We did not perm or straighten our young kids hair with perms. We had the CAREFREE CURL,The S Curl, and the Wave NuVoe and the Jeheri Curl. Processed curled hair. None of it was "care free". I was young maybe about 8 or 9. Think The Jackson 5 during the 80s my mom had the perfect Michael Jackson hair. My sister and I walked around with half Afro half curl always with the Jeheri Curl plastic shower cap on. Ugh the memories of going to summer girl scout camp. Our camp counselors meaning well made us wash our hair everyday. It was a nightmare. They were very ignorant and we were the only 2 little black girls. My sister and I might as well have been aliens. While the others had clean hair our was in pretty bad shape at the end of the summer camp. Have you ever tried to use Jeheri curl spray in the woods? It attracts bugs with its sticky sweet smell. We did not have off back in the day. Lolo lol
I was in H.S. The first time I cut my hair bald, well almost bald. I was a jr. In H.S. And this was the early 90s a very punk rock phase in my life. Sorry no pictures but my hair was shaved with a slight bang in the frog and a nice tail in the back. I loved it my family not so much. I had to cut my hair off to get rid of the curl process. A curl changes the natural texture of ones hair so it cannot change back you have to start new or bald or let it grow out which is a whole other set of Circumstances. I remember the day clearly. I had a head full of curls " follow the drip,follow the drip". Ugh how did I live? My sister said we cannot see your eyes because by my jr. Year in H.S. I had grown my hair long. I went to the barber and said shave it all off and it was the mot freedom I had felt ever.
That was the moment I no longer had any attachment to my hair at 17years old. I knew that I could rock a bald look or a head full of hair. Letting go and cutting my hair taught me that my hair is not the sum value of who I am. I've had large Afros to clean shaven. I am me Phenomenal Woman Phenomenally ME.
So come with me on a visual journey of my hair evolution on this "Throwback Thursday "
As always thanks for reading,lurking and or commenting. Comments give me warm and fuzziness inside. Lol
#1 baby Donna on the left,
#2 H.S. Freshman Donna on the left in the yellow (sister Desirre in the red and white sweater).
#3 first deployment Donna 19 years old in the Army
#4 shaving hair Donna
#5/6 weaved up Mohawk Donna
#7/8 bald again Donna
#9 wigged up Donna
#10 tried a color hated it Donna (it was supposed to be purple #epicfail)
#11/12 Fred-loc Donna
#13/14 headwraps(we still wrap it)
#15/17 unlocked my Dreds(with the help of my darling sister Desiree)
#16,18,19, my forest to death cut
#20 my fly fly cut and my wonderful barber Denard he gets me.
21 extra daddy and donna
Well I accidentally started a blog. I pushed the wrong button and wrote a short post to the Technical Support team Inge and her wonderful self answered my questions. So here is my short story to a happy accident.
I suffer insomnia so I sleep in shifts as I thought about this happy accident in the middle of the night. I looked at the smooth transition to a "sub-blog". Greg,Inge & Angie have made this wonderfully easy. I've been wanting to do this for some time now. So maybe this was the universe telling me to do so.
If you choose to accept this mission come along with me on my fashion and a glimpse into my thrift, sister circle, work,HOUSE (dancing) life. So accidents can be happy. This is me stepping way outside my box. But , why the heck not? I've been doing that for some time now.
I kind of do a bit of this and a bit of that. I work in Telecommunications but baby! My after work life I volunteer at a thrift Boutique. I go to Summer fest in the Chi, the Go as the young folks say otherwise known as Chicago. I voice and MC Fleek markets (Like a flee market on steroids) in the Chi. I thrift And OP Shop almost everything. In my spare time I like going to the library with my neice on Star Wars Day and dressing up. At this point I try to live my life out loud.
Won't you come go with me on this journey. I don't know where we are going but I'm willing to enjoy and embrace the journey.
I f you have any helpful suggestions please feel free. Thanks Fam.
Hey YLF family. So this is something I've wanted to do for a long time. My birthday and finding the right photographer to do the shoot and to see my vision had to be found. The search stopped when I bumped into a wonderful photographer. Because my last non photo shoot had me all up inmy feelings. (Feeling sad and unloved for a brief moment) My shoot was all about ME.
My 42nd birthday was May 9th and I wanted to do something to really celebrate it. I contacted Robert Nunn photographer extraordinary to help me bring my vision to life.
No Makeup No Lipstick Just Me and My Perscription Sunglasses.
I wanted a post apocalyptic look and he did that.
All the clothes were Thrifted and styled by myself. I did not by anything new.
Robert is the wonderful photographer who did our 1st ever Thrift Tea Brunch he has an amazimg vision and sense of openness, joy, and a humble spirit that is phenomenal. My vision and fashion style and uniqueness could only be captured by him.
My advise to you is to never blend into the background you are worthy of so much more no matter what your size age or income. Never let your isms stop you from success.
This the link that was the final de yto do a photo shoot.