Celebrating 100 days of President Obama and our fab First Lady Michelle!
This picture always has me singing Erykah Badu . . . I want somebody to walk up behind me, and kiss me on my neck, just breathe, on my neck . . .
Reading this article on CNN really put things in perspective that she is much bigger than just a friend in my head and what me and many young women aspire to be. I forget she is something new for many people. Women in India dont look up to her because she is fabulous, successful, and has a healthy relationship and family. They just are happy to see someone with darker skin and who doesnt have sons be in a position of power (women are aborting when they find out they are having daughters . . . still). That's a lot deeper, and let's me know I need to get more involved in women's rights issues.
Charm Trunk, my vintage side hustle, is presenting the Michelle Obama collection this Sunday from 2pm - 8pm. Drop in for girl talk and vintage style at a steal, with skirts, dresses and more just in time for warm weather! Email Harlem.firstname.lastname@example.org for details and feel free to tell a friend.
I replied nonchalantly yes . . .
. . .inside my heart beat just a tad faster wondering if it was him trying to confirm my work address to send me something.
It was a random Tuesday, not my birthday or an anniversary, so I wasn't expecting anything special. I went on with my day and headed out to a steakhouse for a food tasting we are doing. Ok, so I did tell my co-worker about it when we were out and asked if it sounded like a ploy to get my address or if I just had watched too many romantic comedies. She patted my hand and said don't get your hopes up. I laughed out loud and agreed. On the way back in the cab he sent me a text asking how my day was going. I replied. I got upstairs and waiting on my desk was a delivery from edible arrangements. I grinned hard then didnt really know how to react since I didnt want all of my coworkers all in the bizness.
I grabbed my phone and went around the corner to call and properly thank him.
A coworker who can push my buttons was walking by and said I see hearts. I felt myself getting cold thinking she meant she could see hearts in my eyes or something. Until she pointed and I realized she was referring to the heart-shaped pineapples. Wow. Nice touch. My buddies at work came on by for some afternoon fruit.
Of course it was a challenge to get back focused, but I managed. And all my coworkers and the roomie approve of the new guy so far because of jumbo sized strawberries:) . . .
Tonight I went to a new Harlem hot spot, Mojo on 119th and St. Nick and I definitely will be back again. It has excellent lighting in shades of magenta and purple that make everyone look like they are glowing, good drinks, smooth music (jazz, Al Green and Zapp & Roger all had a spin) and great presentation with tasty food. And full disclosure I went with the new guy, so awesome company may have endeared me to the place even more.
Waiting at the bar a few minutes before he got there, I scanned the menu and Sexy Grits caught my eye. I had to know what was in it and the bartender said they had cream, milk and a little sugar topped with mushrooms. Sherlock came smelling good and we sat down for dinner. All the drinks on the menu looked extra enticing and after interviewing a bartender recently I'm itching to expand my drink selection. With many cocktails being named for Harlem neighborhoods I felt it was right I rep my part of town and ordered the Sugar Hill. He got the Striver's Row (LOVE that block, gorgeous . . .and the drink is tasty with fresh lemon)
We were playing the questions game and I was deciding which sense I would give up if i had to lose one. I chose taste just as the waitress returned for our food orders. Sexy grits it was . . . and they were delicious.
Mojo definitely earns its name.
Mid-meal I laughed remembering a t-shirt I saw in Savannah a few years back.
Girls Raised In The South
Guess you really area what you eat . . . Sexy Grits on Sugar Hill:)
Ok. So I didn't read the New York Times this weekend. I didn't do laundry. I didn't grocery shop. I didn't clean. I didn't call old or new friends.
But I feel like I had a pretty productive weekend.
I went to church. Spent time with a GREAT guy. Filed my taxes. Smiled at pretty babies.
Looking at all the kids in their Easter dresses at church, made me reflect on my old dresses from year's past. My Kindergarten teacher Ms. Prather threatened to braid up all our pretty curls if we didn't stop talking in class the Monday after Easter and I think that was the quietest her class ever was.
My pastor did an amazing sermon on the death of death that came along with Easter. Great stuff. Then lunch at Native and cupcakes and watching Dreamgirls.
Hope your Easter was a good one
All this time she has been out, I had no idea she was from DECATUR, GA as am I until recently. My roommate ADORES Keri and they definitely have similar styles. I loved Turning Me On and was glad to see her stepping out and doing her own thing, even if that meant a bowl haircut here and there.
All the remix hoopla with Beyonce and Ciara, who cares? Though if she is going to claim to be so down, if it wasnt them two, then just say who those verses were written for.
Anywho, with her debut album finally out I have been listening trying to find another track like Turning Me On and Energy that I can just jam to. Her Swag On remix is hot for getting ready for a night out but not what Im jamming to on the train. Then today her song "Hands and Feet" came on the ipod and I was feeling it . . .until the chorus. Its all mellow and sexy as she spots a guy she is feeling in. Then says you can tell a guy can handle his by his hands and feet - and then asks 'Where'd you get that from, your daddy?" If I am thinking about somebody in that way, I dont want there parents popping in my head or theirs . . .
So KING magazine folded recently. Another magazine gone. It felt rather personal. And like most personal moments I don't respond right away and let the news sink in.
I just read Aliya's post (LOVE HER BLOG) on it and felt I wanted to share my two cents.
I'm a feminist so a magazine accused of objectifying women definitely got plenty of side eye, until I picked up King and read it. I always learned something. Sure I always thought, couldnt they cover this girl just a little more or did she have to pose bent over, from the back. But if it took that pose to get a young Black man who otherwise wouldnt be reading the info inside, well, guess we can make a little concession.
And the staff. Throughout my time at HU with Cover to Cover their writers and editors always supported students trying to break in. They sent copies of more than one issue to our conferences and welcomed students by. I invited Aliya down to a panel we hosted Senior year and I loved hearing the story of how the Baby's Daddy Manual came together, something I thing should be printed in pamphlets and distributed.
In New York later that year, me and the Cover to Cover VP actually saw Datwon and Jermaine out at lunch during our trip to NY, right before it was announced Jermaine was the new EIC. She was a huge fan of the magazine and I urged her to say hello. We did and they were extra cool
Once I got to NY, not only was the Hilltop homie Jozen on staff, but also my fellow mag head John Kennedy and it was exciting to see us both transition from college grads to EAs at magazines we loved. We met for lunch and AIMed.
Then that fall our senior writer was working on a cheating story and there were talks of getting King to possibly help get men to take a survey. So she and I headed over to the King offices. It was like walking into Drew Hall, the post-college edition. We met in one of the top execs offices and editors from the mag filed in. All these young Black men who were witty and creative. I loved the way they interacted and what constituted common knowledge. For examples they quoted Martin episodes and Tribe Called Quest songs. It was like a frat house minus the bbq grill. Well maybe there was a grill i didnt see.
Aliya made the great point of where else would you find that many Black men as magazine editors.
Well, Im sure they will all be fine and some cool new site will help fill the void of the mag. Still hate to see a sweet spot for the brothers go
So yesterday the blog world had its panties in a bunch wondering what was going on in the panties of Dwight . . .The Atlanta Housewives star who is getting a wife of his own as mouths wagged that he was getting married to a woman . . .
"What kind of mind f*ckery is this?" I sang, on key if I do say so myself, from the backseat during a road trip with friends a while back.
- ► 2010 (32)
- ▼ April (11)
- ► 2008 (104)
- ► 2007 (102)
- . . . (1)
- a royal moment (4)
- Addictions (1)
- Birthdays;) (1)
- chef ree (1)
- Epiphany (1)
- Fashion (2)
- fly girls (3)
- Friends (2)
- H (1)
- in the news (1)
- just a thought (1)
- love (1)
- magazines (5)
- miss J Hud (1)
- my birthday (1)
- out and about (1)
- Ov (1)
- party hard (1)
- r (1)
- Relationships (1)
- Soul Plane (1)
- Take em to church (1)
- Tha (1)
- Travel (1)
- TV (1)
- venting (1)
- way random-I know (5)