Happiness is best served with an evolving truth, full lip kisses and a naked heart, conversations that lead to personal growth, spring mornings and birds chirp chirpin', good lovin' in the evening and late night strolls in the park, representing each other wherever we may be...its sippin rose tea at brunch, exchanging smiles & props, thrift store shopping, pickin up what you like because I dig you "just that much." Its you believing in my personal convictions and understanding my understanding (yes, I meant that), and staring and examining old buildings and European architecture because that's my thing, and its me diggin whatever your thing is too. Its laying out my emotions on colorful china, and sewing a few buttons on your vintage jacket. Its peach cobbler in nana's old dish with ice cream or a glass of milk, anything with caramel sauce drizzled over it. I wanna see giraffes and elephants in the zoo too and just like in my dreams...I'll think of happiness as doing all of this with you.
Just a reminder
9.14.2011
Happiness is best served with an evolving truth, full lip kisses and a naked heart, conversations that lead to personal growth, spring mornings and birds chirp chirpin', good lovin' in the evening and late night strolls in the park, representing each other wherever we may be...its sippin rose tea at brunch, exchanging smiles & props, thrift store shopping, pickin up what you like because I dig you "just that much." Its you believing in my personal convictions and understanding my understanding (yes, I meant that), and staring and examining old buildings and European architecture because that's my thing, and its me diggin whatever your thing is too. Its laying out my emotions on colorful china, and sewing a few buttons on your vintage jacket. Its peach cobbler in nana's old dish with ice cream or a glass of milk, anything with caramel sauce drizzled over it. I wanna see giraffes and elephants in the zoo too and just like in my dreams...I'll think of happiness as doing all of this with you.
A little bit of this, a little bit of that.
8.29.2011
In writing this post, I was reminded of a conversation I had with someone about paying for quality work. The person opposite of me argued that certain items on Etsy were too "pricey." I love my friend dearly, but I beg to differ with her opinion. I really enjoy finding handmade jewelry and the benefit in purchasing items from a designer via Etsy greatly outweighs buying the same item from the big wigs (big name brands). You have the ability to forge a relationship with that person and if you're lucky (like me), you can have them customize something for you.
I've been slack in posting lately because of school, but I've arranged time within the next few weeks to update more. I've wanted to feature Lilaya for quite a while, especially with the fall approaching.
"Lilaya is an ethnic inspired line created by two former designers, Josephine Vittoria, a jewelry maker, and Shani Kali a former clothing designer. Vittoria, originally from Montreal, is an experienced Etsy shop owner and has been working and selling to people worldwide over Etsy for almost 2 years now. Her pleasant encounter with Kali has brought them to discover a new passion for ideas and together through their travels and experiences, they have been inspired to design Lilaya. Kali, originally from France, has also previously owned an Etsy shop in the last years and was pleasantly surprised to have met Vittoria, with whom she shares mutual tastes and interests. The two friends now work together in designing Lilaya using brass beads and pendants of ethnic and african inspirations."

You can check out more of their jewelry at Lilaya.
Lately...
8.24.2011
This semester of school, my first after 5 years out, is everything I hoped for. Really. I'm enjoying the challenges that come with managing my studies & working on the planning phase for future business ventures. Last week, I saw Street Etiquette's feature in The New York Times and I finally had a chance to see their Nike commercial. I'm incredibly grateful for brothas who step outside the box and live out their destiny. Do you, always. Peace.
Labels:
Journal.,
Style + Fashion
Tuesday's assignment
8.19.2011
...called for me to write a poem about myself using three-word sentences.
it was April
a wild spring
birthing fearless she
southern born gal
came saw DANCED
Michael Joseph Jackson
awakened an artist
remember to feel
passions run deep
i have to
I'VE GOT TO!
write a feast
gather love round
the hungry, suffering
let's not forget
good music and
odes to others
painfully aware hope
Walt, Giovanni, Langston
lend a pen
deep, woman, child
poet, daughter, friend
just kicking, pushing
to be enlightened.
it was April
a wild spring
birthing fearless she
southern born gal
came saw DANCED
Michael Joseph Jackson
awakened an artist
remember to feel
passions run deep
i have to
I'VE GOT TO!
write a feast
gather love round
the hungry, suffering
let's not forget
good music and
odes to others
painfully aware hope
Walt, Giovanni, Langston
lend a pen
deep, woman, child
poet, daughter, friend
just kicking, pushing
to be enlightened.
Mind's eye
My Friday nights are often spent in solitude, even if I lend my voice to converse, intimately & boldly, with another soul. Somewhere between reading for my Creative Writing class and organizing, I was compelled to open my moleskine journal-- the one that is made for sketching and preserving fond memories in the form of words. From me to you:
Appreciation. I'm very blessed. I sometimes feel like a dreamee. Living a dream and resting in our love. Silver-lined sidewalk strolls, sugar-sweetened kisses. Heartwarming hugs and soul-searching stares. Producing love and consuming the universal truths we discover in our space. Hoping for tomorrow with out phantom nor fear. Wind in your hair, wetness in your eye, the two of us rolling whatever locomotion may be.
-Lover
Speak and be heard, illuminating the minds of those in your domain.
-Author unknown
We exist to exhibit God, to display his glory. we serve as canvases for his brush strokes, papers for his pen, soil for his seeds, and glimpses of his image. He un-commons the common by turning kitchen sinks into shrines, cafes into convents, and nine-to-five workdays into spiritual adventures. When you magnify your Maker with your strengths your days grown suddenly sweet.
-Max Lucado
Art is not for the cultivated taste. It is to cultivate taste.
-Nikki Giovanni
You're beautiful, God-gifted, angel-kissed, intelligent, slightly psych...:)
-Lover
Appreciation. I'm very blessed. I sometimes feel like a dreamee. Living a dream and resting in our love. Silver-lined sidewalk strolls, sugar-sweetened kisses. Heartwarming hugs and soul-searching stares. Producing love and consuming the universal truths we discover in our space. Hoping for tomorrow with out phantom nor fear. Wind in your hair, wetness in your eye, the two of us rolling whatever locomotion may be.
-Lover
Speak and be heard, illuminating the minds of those in your domain.
-Author unknown
We exist to exhibit God, to display his glory. we serve as canvases for his brush strokes, papers for his pen, soil for his seeds, and glimpses of his image. He un-commons the common by turning kitchen sinks into shrines, cafes into convents, and nine-to-five workdays into spiritual adventures. When you magnify your Maker with your strengths your days grown suddenly sweet.
-Max Lucado
Art is not for the cultivated taste. It is to cultivate taste.
-Nikki Giovanni
You're beautiful, God-gifted, angel-kissed, intelligent, slightly psych...:)
-Lover
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