The Practice of Everyday Life

This weekend learned a valuable lesson. I thought I should share it with all my lovely ladies out there. In love you have to be vulnerable. You have to be willing to let your guard down. This is by no means a profound revelation. What made it profound for me was the realization that that while my walls protect my son and I. They also keep us inside four cold stone walls. This may have been ok in the past but not anymore.

This image did not make the original cut because I hate my feet (with good reason), but so do other girls who ran around barefoot climbing tress and playing sports. Then cramming them into fab foots years later.  Then there is the issue of my pores which are always visible and can be mistaken for stubble. Either way the point is not my ugly feet or visible pores, it is the friendship anklets my son and I have been sorting for almost a year now.  I would not want him to think that beauty is perfection so I can't let myself think it either. While I cringe at the thought, I am going to hit publish... 123 GO!

Afam and I had an adventure on campus this past Sunday. I am so grateful that my friend Lydia was there to capture it for our memory books. Having a son is interesting for many reasons, one being the difference in choice of cloths. Parents of boys know there aren't a lot of options and boys clothes are more expensive than girls no matter the size. When all is said and done I love being able to dress up with my boy but I will never sacrifice fashion for fun or visa versa.. there is no need.


































On Afam: Sweater: Lacoste. Jeans: Cherokee (Walmart) {Both found at Goodwill} Shoes: Children's Place

On Anwuli: Shoes: Ivanka Trump. Purse: Coach. Dress: Goodwill. Earrings: Vintage Warehouse

Every once in a while I see something on HouseBeautiful that changes what I thought was possible. I ran across this today and stopped everything to commit it to memory. I would replace those light fixtures the something more romantic but apart for that structurally its prefect. I am dying to know that is in those closets.

Thursday Morning I went out with my girl Lydia to take some pictures for a fashion blog entry. It was a lot of fun and we took what felt like a million pictures. At the end of the shoot she sent me one, this one: 

The first thing I thought when I saw this picture was, "wow I look so black". Yes I am so black. But that means a lot. My relationship with my skin is complicated. Why? Because while I love it. Everything around me tells me its holding me back. "Your cute..for a dark skin girl.""Burnt Biscuit" etc. Many have posted discussions lamenting the color-ism in the world and the effect it has on black self image. Here I am in all my midnight glory: beautiful. THE END.

Its been a while since I posted. Showing the pages of your book to the entire world is a little overwhelming but silence creates monsters. Be Blessed.