Fashionista Forward!!


Curlfest Prospect Park Brooklyn 2016

Kudos to my blogging buddy whose post on clothing inspired my post!!  She is a breath of fresh air!!  Way to go    Madelyn Griffith-Haynie!!!  Hands Clapping!! Two Thumbs Up!!

Check it out:  https://addandsomuchmore.com/2017/04/17/clothes-brain-change/

Ladies and Gents this is just the appetizer!!

More Sartorial Splendor to come!!

Introduction

Great minds think alike. When I was younger I was a real Fashionista as the saying goes. Of course when I was a little girl my Dad would take me shopping in Macy’s and basically he picked out all my clothes. Fortunately Daddy had good taste. I also picked up my sense of style from my mother and my paternal aunts. I idealized my late great Aunt Thelma a great deal. She would take me shopping to Syms and other downtown lower Manhattan stores back in the 70s. Aunt Thelma was a Fashion forward Lady. There was a running joke in our house that I had to get dressed up to take the garbage out!! LOL!!

Then in my 20s obviously I was picking out my own clothes and my favorite color was Black. In fact nearly everything in my wardrobe was Black and I had what looked like a million pairs of shoes!! My Dad asked me if I was practicing to be a Ninja and felt I was a follower of Imelda Marcos who was famous for all her pairs of shoes.

I also tended to be Matchy-matchy in my 20s & 30s perhaps a little into my 40s I suppose because at that time I was a manager at a Non-profit and I wanted to look professional. I did spice things up when I went out with my friends. Now as I make my way through my 50s getting dangerously close to 60 I’m all for the bright colors, patterns, loose fitting (my tummy is no longer flat), African, American-Indian jewelry, Clothing made in India. The clothing cannot be too loose or too big as I’m petite and I believe a Woman should wear her clothing. The clothes should not be wearing her. I’ve seen the now grown up Full House twins at museum special events and they are really small petite ladies and they looked like they were being swallowed up in their outfits.

I’m no longer afraid to mix what most people would call opposing patterns for an eclectic look. I’ve received many compliments from co-workers and friends on my outfits. Spring, summer and fall are my favorite seasons because I can really cut loose with outfits and I’m Thankful to the WWW/Web because I can get so many new and interesting ideas for what looks best on me.

I’m even doing a little more experimenting with make-up. I was never really big on make-up even when I was young, but adding a little color to my face to avoid looking washed out.  And of course there is the Manic Panic Red Hair!! Yes Always the RED HAIR!

 ♡ ☆ Fabulous Fifties


As you can see Purple is one of my favorite colors! ♡ ☆ 

 In these two photos taken at a friends birthday party I’m rocking the Royal Purple! ♡ ☆ 

I kinda look like on of those Bratz dolls. You know. A great big head and a little bitty body!!

 

Cannot forget or leave out my brother Stephen Palmer who is the most Amazing Awesome Autism Guy on the planet!!

Here you can see Stylin’ and Profiling!!  A mixture of Frank Sinatra, John Shaft, and Joe Cool!!  My brother Stephen is the Birth of the Cool!!

Ode to My African Goddess


 

 

 

Oh Goddess of WonderS

Orisha Oshun

My Sovereign Lady

Mother Goddess first in Line Birthing All Others

Whose Arrival in Our Lives signals New Seasons of

Nuturing Grace

Revealing Your Presence through budding flowers and Mother Natures Sweet Blooms

In You Comes Our Reason for Being

The Goddess Plan

Returning to My Yoruba Soul Roots

We take Our Desired Place within New Seasons

Goddess of the Sweet Waters Verdant Forests and

Abundant Gardens

May Your Anointing Rule in Our Lives

Praise to the Goddess

I am Leaves

I am Roots

I am Sun

I am Sky

I am TreeS

Mother Africa is Calling Me Her Displaced Child to Return Home

Ibeyi – River

 

 

 

No Apologies


 

Rant

At my age I’ve earned the right to speak out to speak my mind. I’m not particularly concerned about losing or gaining subscribers/followers. Nor am I trying to appease white folks.

Mostly I write this blog for me. If people like it. Good. If they don’t well they can go somewhere else.  If you feel I’m that “Angry Black Woman” or that Black Woman with an Attitude then feel Free to go somewhere else. Find somebody more in line with your fantasy thinking.

Those who decide to Follow it’s all good. If they leave that’s good too. I stopped looking for affirmation or validation from people a long time ago and I never sought it from white people. I can be brutally blunt and Following/Subscribing to Blogs is like watching TV shows. If you don’t like what you read then turn it off. I’ve got a very thick skin.

My comments describe the Collective Thought process of many whites not particular individuals. In my nearly 60 years of living 99% of the stupid things said to me come from white Americans. Some people want or accuse me of painting with a wide brush well if the shoe fits wear it. I’m a Rebel with a Cause!! Black Power Salute!!

No apologies. Don’t really care what other people think of me because like I said I don’t need the affirmation. Now you don’t have to agree with me and I don’t expect most white Americans to agree with me because we are living in two different worlds.  To me your world is filled with Fairy Tales but Fairy tales don’t have any people who look like me.

Pretty much I have a Fuck You Attitude towards the ruling class. I have No faith in the racist American system nor do I expect things to get better. Pretty much they’ve steadily been getting worse and as for the Joker in the “White House.”  I did not vote for him. Nor did probably most African-Americans. We are only approximately 12% of the population. Therefore you know why Mr. Asshole is in there.

Yup! I’m unapologetically Black and don’t care who knows it! I Own my Race and my views! I don’t make nice!

If you feel Offended Feel Free to Leave because if you’ve looking for an apology you won’t get one from me. No sympathy nor any understanding.  Middle Finger Up!! By the way I’m not going to argue with you or answer any foolish idiotic comments. They will be read and deleted. I encounter enough dumbfuckery from the workplace.

Drops mike. Leaves Room.

If They come for you in the Morning……


 

http://www.historyisaweapon.com/defcon1/itcitmbaldwin.html

An Open Letter to My Sister,
Angela Y. Davis

by James Baldwin

Dear Sister:

One might have hoped that, by this hour, the very sight of chains on Black flesh, or the very sight of chains, would be so intolerable a sight for the American people, and so unbearable a memory, that they would themselves spontaneously rise up and strike off the manacles. But, no, they appear to glory in their chains; now, more than ever, they appear to measure their safety in chains and corpses. And so, Newsweek, civilized defender of the indefensible, attempts to drown you in a sea of crocodile tears (“it remained to be seen what sort of personal liberation she had achieved”) and puts you on its cover, chained.
You look exceedingly alone—as alone, say, as the Jewish housewife in the boxcar headed for Dachau, or as any one of our ancestors, chained together in the name of Jesus, headed for a Christian land.
Well. Since we live in an age which silence is not only criminal but suicidal, I have been making as much noise as I can, here in Europe, on radio and television—in fact, have just returned from a land, Germany, which was made notorious by a silent majority not so very long ago. I was asked to speak on the case of Miss Angela Davis, and did so. Very probably an exerciser in futility, but one must let no opportunity slide.
I am something like twenty years older than you, of that generation, therefore, of which George Jackson ventures that “there are no healthy brothers—none at all.” I am in no way equipped to dispute this speculation (not, anyway, without descending into what, at the moment, would be irrelevant subtleties) for I know too well what he means. My own state of health is certainly precarious enough. In considering you, and Huey, and George and (especially) Jonathan Jackson, I began to apprehend what you may have had in mind when you spoke of the uses to which we could put the experience of the slave. What has happened, it seems to me, and to put it far too simply, is that a whole new generation of people have assessed and absorbed their history, and, in that tremendous action, have freed themselves of it and will never be victims again. This may seem an odd, indefensibly pertinent and insensitive thing to say to a sister in prison, battling for her life—for all our lives. Yet, I dare to say it, for I think you will perhaps not misunderstand me, and I do not say it, after all, from the position of spectator.
I am trying to suggest that you—for example—do not appear to be your father’s daughter in the same way that I am my father’s son. At bottom, my father’s expectations and mine were the same, the expectations of his generation and mine were the same; and neither the immense difference in our ages nor the move from the South to the North could alter these expectations or make our lives more viable. For, in fact, to use the brutal parlance of that hour, the interior language of despair, he was just a n—–—a n—– laborer preacher, and so was I. I jumped the track but that’s of no more importance here, in itself, than the fact that some poor Spaniards become rich bull fighters, or thatsome poor Black boys become rich—boxers, for example. That’s rarely, if ever, afforded the people more than a great emotional catharsis, though I don’t mean to be condescending about that, either. But when Cassius Clay became Muhammad Ali and refused to put on that uniform (and sacrificed all that money!) a very different impact was made on the people and a very different kind of instruction had begun.

The American triumph—in which the American tragedy has always been implicit—was to make Black people despise themselves. When I was little I despised myself; I did not know any better. And this meant, albeit unconsciously, or against my will, or in great pain, that I also despised my father. And my mother. And my brothers.And my sisters. Black people were killing each other every Saturday night out on Lenox Avenue, when I was growing up; and no one explained to them, or to me, that it was intended that they should; that they were penned where they were, like animals, in order that they should consider themselves no better than animals. Everything supported this sense of reality, nothing denied it: and so one was ready, when it came time to go to work, to be treated as a slave. So one was ready, when human terrors came, to bow before a white God and beg Jesus for salvation—this same white God who was unable to raise a finger to do so little as to help you pay your rent, unable to be awakened in time to help you save your child!
There is always, of course, more to any picture than can speedily be perceived and in all of this—groaning and moaning, watching, calculating, clowning, surviving, and outwitting, some tremendous strength was nevertheless being forged, which is part of our legacy today. But that particular aspect of our journey now begins to be behind us. The secret is out: we are men!
But the blunt, open articulation of this secret has frightened the nation to death. i wish I could say, “to life,” but that is much to demand of a disparate collection of displaced people still cowering in their wagon trains and singing “Onward Christian Soldiers.” The nation, if America is a nation, is not in the least prepared for this day. It is a day which the Americans never expected to see, however piously they may declare their belief in progress and democracy. Those words, now, on American lips, have become a kind of universal obscenity: for this most unhappy people, strong believers in arithmetic, never expected to be confronted with the algebra of their history.
One way of gauging a nation’s health, or of discerning what it really considers to be its interests—or to what extent it can be considered as a nation as distinguished from a coalition of special interests—is to examine those people it elects to represent or protect it. One glance at the American leaders (or figureheads) conveys that America is on the edge of absolute chaos, and also suggests the future to which American interests, if not the bulk of the American people, appear willing to consign the Blacks. (Indeed, one look at our past conveys that.) It is clear that for the bulk of our (nominal) countrymen, we are all expendable. And Messrs. Nixon, Agnew, Mitchell, and Hoover, to say nothing, of course, of the Kings’ Row basket case, the winning Ronnie Reagan, will not hesitate for an instant to carry out what they insist is the will of the people.

But what, in America, is the will of the people? And who, for the above-named, are the people? The people, whoever they may be, know as much about the forces which have placed the above-named gentlemen in power as they do about the forces responsible for the slaughter in Vietnam. The will of the people, in America, has always been at the mercy of an ignorance not merely phenomenal, but sacred, and sacredly cultivated: the better to be used by a carnivorous economy which democratically slaughters and victimizes whites and Blacks alike. But most white Americans do not dare admit this (though they suspect it) and this fact contains mortal danger for the Blacks and tragedy for the nation.
Or, to put it another way, as long as white Americans take refuge in their whiteness—for so long as they are unable to walk out of this most monstrous of traps—they will allow millions of people to be slaughtered in their name, and will be manipulated into and surrender themselves to what they will think of—and justify—as a racial war. They will never, so long as their whiteness puts so sinister a distance between themselves and their own experience and the experience of others, feel themselves sufficiently human, sufficiently worthwhile, to become responsible for themselves, their leaders, their country, their children, or their fate. They will perish (as we once put it in our black church) in their sins —that is, in their delusions. And this is happening, needless to say, already, all around us.
Only a handful of the millions of people in this vast place are aware that the fate intended for you, Sister Angela, and for George Jackson, and for the numberless prisoners in our concentration camps—for that is what they are—is a fate which is about to engulf them, too, White lives, for the forces which rule in this country, are no more sacred than Black ones, as many and many a student is discovering, as the white American corpses in Vietnam prove. If the American people are unable to contend with their elected leaders for the redemption of their own honor and the loves of their own children, we the Blacks, the most rejected of the Western children, can expect very little help at their hands; which, after all, is nothing new. What the Americans do not realize is that a war between brothers, in the same cities, on the same soil is not a racial war but a civil war. But the American delusion is not only that their brothers all are white but that the whites are all their brothers.
So be it. We cannot awaken this sleeper, and God knows we have tried. We must do what we can do, and fortify and save each other—we are not drowning in an apathetic self-contempt, we do feel ourselves sufficiently worthwhile to contend even with the inexorable forces in order to change our fate and the fate of our children and the condition of the world! We know that a man is not a thing and is not to be placed at the mercy of things. We know that air and water belong to all mankind and not merely to industrialists. We know that a baby does not come into the world merely to be the instrument of someone else’s profit. We know that a democracy does not mean the coercion of all into a deadly—and, finally, wicked— mediocrity but the liberty for all to aspire to the best that is in him, or that has ever been.
We know that we, the Blacks, and not only we, the blacks, have been, and are, the victims of a system whose only fuel is greed, whose only god is profit. We know that the fruits of this system have been ignorance, despair, and death, and we know that the system is doomed because the world can no longer afford it—if, indeed, it ever could have. And we know that, for the perpetuation of this system, we have all been mercilessly brutalized, and have been told nothing but lies, lies about ourselves and our kinsmen and our past, and about love, life, and death, so that both soul and body have been bound in hell.
The enormous revolution in black consciousness which has occurred in your generation, my dear sister, means the beginning or the end of America. Some of us, white and Black, know how great a price has already been paid to bring into existence a new consciousness, a new people, an unprecendented nation. If we know, and do nothing, we are worse than the murderers hired in our name.

If we know, then we must fight for your life as though it were our own—which it is—and render impassable with our bodies the corridor to the gas chamber. For, if they take you in the morning, they will be coming for us that night.

Therefore: peace.

Brother James

November 19, 1970

 

 

 

 

Wall is Going Up!!!


 

Read between the lines of this NY Times Article and the other information that I have provided.. Code language for getting rid of Hispanics, Muslims, Hindus and Sikhs.  Water supply to and for Native Americans will be poisoned! Next to be eliminated will be Black Americans.

 

BREAKING NEWS
President Trump is ordering construction of a Mexican wall, and may unveil plans to curtail immigration from “terror prone” nations

Tuesday, January 24, 2017 9:48 PM EST

During an appearance at the Department of Homeland Security on Wednesday, President Trump plans to sign an executive order to direct federal funds to be shifted toward the building of a wall on the southern border that became a signature promise of his campaign.
He is also expected to target legal immigrants as early as this week, the officials said, by halting a decades-old program that grants refuge to the world’s most vulnerable people as he begins the process of dramatically curtailing it.

 

Trump Advances Keystone XL and Dakota Access Pipelines

President Trump has come out of the gate confirming that he is indeed the threat to our climate that we suspected he’d be. But these pipelines are far from being a done deal. The Keystone XL pipeline was rejected because it was determined not to be in the country’s best interest, and the environmental review of the Dakota Access Pipeline was ordered because of the threats it poses to the Standing Rock Sioux’s water supply.

The approval and construction of this pipeline will wipe out the Sioux’s “most important cultural and spiritual areas.” The $3.8 billion Dakota Access Pipeline will contaminate the reservation’s water and will constitute yet another attack on their sovereignty and way of life.

(Sierra Club)

All fears about the Trump Administration are coming true.

Today the Trump Administration has placed gag orders on scientists and other officials at the U.S. Department of Agriculture, the Department of Health and Human Services, and the Environmental Protection Agency.

This means that these government scientists must cease all communications with the Congress, the news media, and even the public!

Share Your World – 2016 Week 51 – Favorite Holiday Edition


 

Share Your World – 2016 Week 51 – Favorite Holiday Edition

Share Your World – 2016 Week 51 – Favorite Holiday Edition

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What is your favorite holiday?

Halloween. But during this season I choose Kwanzaa which is an African-American Cultural Holiday celebrating Black culture and Unity. Actually it can be observed by All persons of African Descent. Kwanzaa enables me to return and honor the traditions of my African Ancestors.

Official Definition

Kwan·zaa
ˈkwänzə/
noun

NORTH AMERICAN
  1. a secular festival observed by many African Americans from December 26 to January 1 as a celebration of their cultural heritage and traditional values.

What types of food is associated with your holiday?

Unfortunately since I’m always at work I don’t do any cooking nor do I get to attend the Kwanzaa celebrations I’m invited to.  However I do have some African garb which I plan to wear and I will post sometime between December 26th and Jan. 1st.

http://www.officialkwanzaawebsite.org/index.shtml

Do you travel for your holiday?

No. It’s not necessary.

Is it a religious or spiritual holiday?

It does have spiritual aspects but it can be celebrated by African-Americans of all faiths and belief systems. It is a way for Black people to celebrate Our African Heritage! Celebrating Family, Community and Culture.  Kwanzaa means First Fruits!!

http://www.history.com/topics/holidays/kwanzaa-history

  • The Nguzo Saba of the seven days of Kwanzaa:
  • Day 1. Umoja means unity.
  • Day 2. Kujichagulia means self-determination.
  • Day 3. Ujima means working together.
  • Day 4. Ujamaa means supporting each other.
  • Day 5. Nia means purpose.
  • Day 6. Kuumba means creativity.
  • Day 7. Imani means faith, especially faith in ourselves.

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Is there a gift exchange?

No. Kwanzaa does not focus or greed or gift giving. It is all about Black Unity!! Umoja!!

How long does the celebration last?

Seven days.

 

 

 

 

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

The job is going well. People like me and I’m accepted at my workplace. Looking forward to Kwanzaa!!  May the Seven 7 Principles Live Strong and Proud in All Peoples of African Descent!!  Ase!!

 

 

 

 

 

Comments Policy


 

This is a direct response to a nasty comment made on one of my previous posts. I am not a nice person when somebody says or writes the wrong things so things are about to get ugly. Real Ugly!!  You May STOP Reading Now.

As Creator and Moderator of this blog I reserve the right to call out any stupid, racist, sexist, dumb ass or ageist comments.  I recently ReBlogged a post about an All Black Cowgirls Team. Anyone who has an ounce of good sense and a knowledge of racist American History should know why Black people in this country need and must have All Black Teams, Events, Organizations, Groups etc….. There has rarely been and given the upcoming administration will be any societies, organizations, groups, etc… where Blacks are or will be seen as equals. We’ve been having this battle for 400 years and even through the eight years of the Obama administration you see how a racist bigoted Congress and Senate did their level best to obstruct any forward positive moves that President Obama tried to make during his administration.

Actually since things are going backwards in the USA for people of Color it behooves us to band together and do for self because the government is about to pull the rug out from under us regarding any benefits, services or programs designed to benefit all American Citizens. Even though we have worked just as hard if not harder and without pay for the most part to build this country up.

To All My Black People for Christmas and Kwanzaa please do your best to Buy Black.

I am proud of being a Black Woman and as for anyone who does not like it or disagrees with me promoting and uplifting my own people I got two words for you. FUCK OFF!!

Now getting back to ignorant racist comments like the one Mr. GP Cox put on my Black Cowgirls post. Is this guy for real?  IS TODAY DUMB MUTHA FUCKER DAY?!

I used to ride horses and i admire this group, but i don’t understand why they feel they need to be an all-Black team. Are there teams called the all-white cowgirls?

Did he really ask such a stupid ass question to me as a Black Woman in this hateful country where I have been physically just because I am Black and a Woman?  Where my father who served this country during the Korean War was denied service in a restaurant in Washington, DC while in uniform?  Does he not understand that the reason why my Great, Great Grandfather served in the 29th Colored Regiment. The reason there the Tuskegee Airmen existed!!

Where every positive deed and action has been negated by the greater white population since 1492. Are you kidding me. Give me a fucking break!!

I wonder what white bread universe Mr. Cox is living in?  Is he out of his fucking mind? No. Now let me think. Oh yes he must live in white bread New Burbia where folks who  look like me are servants, maids, butlers, etc….  You know that America that Mr. Dhrump is about to return us to. The fabulous 40s, 50s & 60s where attack dogs were set upon us. Where we were hosed down in the streets with fire hoses and where we are systemically shot by the KKK racist bigoted police while our hands are up in surrender.

When I read comments like this I know in my heart and mind that this country will never be united as one.  This unity business is all a lot of trash talk and bullshit because at 11:00 am today Sunday morning white people will go to their churches and Black folks will go to ours.

In the meantime Mr. GP Cox I will give you this opportunity to unsubscribe and UnFollow all my blogs now!

As for anyone else who hates Blacks, Native Americans, Hispanics, Asians, other peoples of Color,  the disabled, the LGBT Community LEAVE NOW!!

ALL YOUR COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED, TRASHED AND PUT INTO SPAM!! TAKE YOUR NASTY ATTITUDE SOMEWHERE ELSE.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

COMMENTS HAVE BEEN CLOSED BUT IF I SEE YOU POSTING OR COMMENTING ON ANOTHER ONE OF MY BLOGS I SWEAR YOU’D BETTER BE READY TO BRING IT BECAUSE I AM!!