Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Vintage Fashion

Somewhere between my love of art and my love of my favorite sister-in-law and her love of photography, I have also come to love enjoy photography myself. I was thrilled when I read on Neglected Princess about another blog, or picture archive (or whatever you wanna call it), full of photos of divas of color from the years past. I love everything about these pictures. Here are a few of my favorites from Of Another Fashion.

Gotta love the woman changing a tire in a skirt, heels, and pearls!

I love the 'fros!

Check out those capri pants!

I love everything about this picture! I'm definitely loving the "gangsta lean" thing her hat has going on!!

Can you say "Divas!"?

I love how "cool" and relaxed she is with her cigarette!

LOVING THE 'FRO!
I think this is called the "freedom fro"

Of course I couldn't add all of these beautiful vintage women without throwing in my own family!

This is my great-great grandmother Miss Lucy Jane.

This is Lucy Jane with her daughters Ruby and Ella. The man in the middle is James, Ruby's husband. Check out those home made dresses! (I still can't figure out why he is holding his hand over Lucy's head like that... is he trying to block the sun?)

This is Hallie, my mom's great aunt (Lucy Jane's daughter). She eventually went crazy and was institutionalized. (I think it runs in the family... we are all a little crazy!)

This is Hallie again with Ruby from my second picture. She looks like two totally different people!


Monday, February 21, 2011

President's Day


It's President's Day!

And I am at work.

And there are no student's here.

Because all of the other schools are closed today.

And my husband is off today.

And it's a beautiful day.

1:00 can't get here fast enough!

Happy President's Day!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day!

I never really liked Valentine's day because before my Vandy I NEVER seemed to have a bf on this holiday. Occasionally, I would receive Valentine's from someone who had a crush on me... but it was always from an, um, *coughs* loser. Well, I never know what to get my husband for this holiday because he doesn't ever seem to want anything! And men can be so hard to buy for... especially on a woman's holiday. Last year, I took a photo of all his brothers and sisters that he had blown up and was just sitting around the house and had it custom  framed. This year, I decided to do something a little different. Something that was a little more from the heart and less from the pocket. (Fyi: Custom framing is EXPENSIVE!) I got the idea from Kate at Wait in the Van to make a gift. I wrote two love poems... one nice and one naughty... on pretty scrap book paper and framed them. The nice one matches the living room decor. The naughty one matches the bedroom decor. I hope he likes them because I have no idea how to top it for next year, but I love the idea of home made gifts (for him, not me!) so whatever I do next year, it'll probably come from Michael's Crafts!

This is the "nice" one. I hand wrote it.

This is the naughty one... WARNING: Please don't try to read it. :)



ON ANOTHER NOTE:
 I chaperoned at a Sock Hop this past Friday. It felt like Halloween all over again! I love to step out of the box and dress up every now and again. Everything I had on came out of my closet. The ribbon around my hair was one of the pretty ribbons I saved from my bridal shower gifts that Gigi gave me a few months ago. I even sqeezed my size tens into some socks with the ruffles and some red shoes! I was a 50's housewife DIVA! I felt like Lucy! I had a lot of fun and I can't wait for another opportunity to become someone else for a night.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

What a glorious feeling!

Another rainy day in Georgia...


"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass...

It is about

Learning to DANCE in the RAIN!"
Enjoy your rainy day!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Why? Why not? and 1000 other questions!


As you may already know, I recently started a second girl scout troop. Nobody warned me for what I was in for today. WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!?!

From 4:00 to 7:00 this is what I heard:

Why do I have to lay on the paper? Can I draw yet? Can I use the other crayons? Can I play with these toys? Why not? Do I have to sit over there with the other girls? Can I help you trace so in so? Why can't the boys come over here with us? Is there a boy scout troop? Can we eat yet? Can I sell cookies? When do the cookies come back? Did you talk to my mom? What color do Daisies wear? What color do Brownies wear? Why do Brownies wear Brown? Daisies wear blue? I thought roses were red and VIOLETS were blue? Isn't violet purple? Why doesn't this box of crayons have light blue and pink? Why did they only put 8 crayons in this box? Why can't I sit with the Brownies? Is it my turn yet? Can I help you find the letters for the posters? Can I go to the bathroom? Are we gonna use these posters? Since I am a Daisy, can I sit in the blue chair? Why can't I cross this line? Then why are the other girls across the line? Is it time to eat yet? When is snack time? What time does the meeting end? Well can you ask that group if we can have some of their food? Why not? Why do I have to use these crayons? Why does this glue say gel? Is that the same as regular glue? Can you open this? Why couldn't I play with the toys earlier? Can I have my snack now? Why can't you remember our names? Can we do this again next week? Can I go to the bathroom again? Why does she get her snack first? If I am quiet next week can I get my snack first? Why isn't so in so here today? Will she be here next week? Are we getting new girls again? Since you have two troops can I be in both of them? May I have another cookie? Whose candy is that? Are we gonna get any of that candy? Why not?



I am so not ready for this.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Wasted Time

I spent about eight hours (yes, I said EIGHT... that's a shift at work) in a chair on a Saturday getting my hair braided into kinky twists so that my hair could rest. Well, It took me all of 30 minutes to yank them all out of my hair. I chose the kinky twists because the texture of the hair that you use to do them is similar to my own. Similar.... but not mine. I have grown to adore my own hair, and after my last post, I could not dare to spend another day ignoring it. Can you say a waste of time? I am glad my sister's labor is free! (she is the one that stood for eight hours putting them in.)

My hair is growing fast so I must enjoy my sassy short cut for as long as I can! 

On another note, we lost a family friend this past week. I will really miss Sister Copeland. She is one of the few genuinely good people that I have ever had the pleasure of getting to know. I know that my husband and his family had a special place in her heart and I am so thankful for her. The very first time I went to the LDS church with my husband (he was still a boyfriend then), he grabbed my hand until we found the Copelands and introduced me to them. I knew I was special then if he found it neccessary to introduce me whoever these people were. Little did I know, that this couple would become a part of my life, and have me looking forward to their monthly visits to deliver the Visiting Teaching Lesson of the month. She used to always hug me and tell me how glad she was that the Hubz found someone like me that brought him back to church. Little did she know, that on Sunday mornings it is he that wakes me up and delivers the guilt trip if I don't comply right away. She also used to tell me how on every Sunday morning, she would call him to wake him up and tell him to get his behind to church! For that reason, I kinda like to give her credit for my own journey to seek Salvation. I attended her funeral today and I still don't believe she is gone. A part of me still believes that I will get to hug her again on Sunday, and then have my Sunday nap cut short so that we can visit with the Copelands. It's really the little things. I am literally in tears because I can't imagine not being able to sit down as a family and receive an afternoon Word from them.

Okay, now that I have pulled myself together, I know that she is finally free of the ails of the World. She is back home waiting on Bro. Copeland to join her. Oh, what a wonderful feeling it is to know that love is eternal! I look at the Copelands and other older  experienced couples in the church and pray that me and Vandy make it there one day. I know that we will.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Natural Hair


A few days after the hubz birthday, I decided to do the "big chop" and rid myself of creamy crack forever... okay, maybe not forever, but I am hopeful! For anyone that doesn't know what "creamy crack" is, it is the evil relaxer that black women torture themselves with every six weeks in order to have straight, manageable hair. I say manageable hair, because all of my life that is what I had been brainwashed to  believe. I was taught to think that my hair would be easier to manage if I "tame" it. Looking back, I absolutely hate that way of thinking. Why should altering my hair type be considered the right thing or BEST thing to do? Is my hair... the fabulous hair God blessed me with wild and barbaric? I think not! I think that my hair is a treasure that only a few of  us on this earth have the pleasure of possessing. The only problem with my hair type is that there is such a lack of knowledge and education about how to care for it that most women find it easier to just take another hit of the crack. I have so much to say about my natural experience that the following rants will be completely random... which is fine and easier for me because that is how my mind works.
  • Petroleum and mineral oil are not good for the hair or body. As a matter of fact, I will be glad when they are removed from store shelves. Petroleum jelly is made from gasoline (petrol) and mineral oil is the bi-product of it. Because petroleum jelly manufactures could not figure out how to dispose of the waste product from making it (because it can not be broken down or destroyed) they decided to market it as mineral oil. So many "black" hair and body products contain these ingredients, because they give the false sense of moisture and shine. However, neither of these products can be absorbed by the body and actually block pores and follicles from ridding the body of toxins. Learning this blew me away because I used to actually "grease" my hair and body with Vaseline and baby oil thinking I was providing moisture... Hahaha! The joke is on me! The most frustrating part about it, though, is I can't share this knowledge with my peers because their cousin's aunt or their grandma's grandma always used it and they had long, healthy, and flowing hair....
  • On that note, I was in Ulta Beauty Supply (my new secret refuge) looking for a hair product when I mistakenly asked the women working in the salon how I could figure out whether or not a product was water-soluble (they didn't know.) Somehow the conversation led to me stating that I didn't use products with petroleum or mineral oil. That's when the woman holding my hair stuff stated, "Well this has corn oil in it and that is a mineral. I'm sorry ma'am, but I don't think you will ever find a product without mineral oil in it. Aren't minerals good for you?" The other stylists all nodded in agreement.... "yeah, corn oil is mineral oil!" they said. *facepalm* and walk away...
  • I really hate hearing, "that looks really good on you, everyone can't go natural. It doesn't look good on everyone." What do you mean? I am sorry, but I am inclined to disagree with that philosophy. I think that everyone can rock whatever grows from their scalp. It's all about how you care for it and presentation. God don't make no mistakes! I am pretty sure that if he felt that tight coils did not look good growing from our scalps, he wouldn't have blessed us with them. Side note: I only hear this from black people addicted to the creamy crack.
  • I was giving a ride home to two beautiful girls last Wednesday... one, a dark-skinned black girl with short hair and the other, a light-skinned black girl whose hair touched her back. I heard the darker girl confide to the other girl that she hated her hair and wished it was long like hers. My heart broke. I decided though, to save my "All women are unique and beautiful" talk for another time. I am working on how to integrate that into a future lesson for my girl scouts.
  • My mother has hair that most black women would die for. It is long, touching the middle of her back, and wavy. My baby sister also has beautiful hair. She has never had a relaxer and her hair is soft, curly, and somewhat short. It wasn't until I made the decision to cut my own hair that I realized how brainwashed my own family really is. My mother was devastated when I told her my plans. She told me that Black natural hair was ugly and nappy (that word makes me cringe). She said my husband would "step out" on me or possibly even leave me if I cut off all of my hair. My sister was there listening to the whole conversation. She even added in her own two cents and said that short hair was ugly. It wasn't until then that I realized that my sister hated her own hair. Even though she has some of the most beautiful hair I have ever seen, she is afraid to show it off for the rest of the world to see. She spends hundreds of dollars every year on weave to cover those soulful locks of curls growing from her scalp... and my own mother encourages it. I immediately left my mothers house and headed straight to the beautician. "Cut it all off!" I told him. Twenty minutes later I felt free and liberated.
  • I find that my hair is more manageable now than when it was "relaxed." I no longer have to run from rain or dread Georgia's humid summers. I am no longer a slave to the flat iron and my weekly hair washings take half the time it took before. I know that sounds backwards, but when you don't have to worry about blow drying and flat ironing anymore it makes life easier.
  • I have gotten the most positive feedback from White men. They tell me my hair is beautiful and compliments my dark skin. They tell me that when every black woman wears her hair straight, that is equivalent to a white woman dying her hair blond. If everyone does it, no one stands out. They tell me how weaves look dirty and uncomfortable. They, these white men, tell me what black women need to hear from black men.

They tell me that my Black is beautiful and so is my Black, naturally  curly, and
nappy
hair!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

An oppressed people?

It's Black History Month and I have a lot on my mind. I work at a GED school that is walking distance between two sets of housing projects in the city. Everyday, I look at most of these students and wonder what happened. Why are my brothers and sisters so lost? Why is their mind-set so self destructive? Some of these students are high school drop-outs, some have been expelled from public school; some are court-ordered to be here, and some are here as part of community service so that they can receive their welfare check and have their childcare centers paid so they can run the streets and do whatever else is so important that they can't get an education.

Every morning,
on my way to work,
I pass a store where people from the surrounding neighborhood gather to pass the time. That is something that they have always done. The only difference is a long time ago (when I was a child.... because I'm so OLD now) the only people I used to see at this store were older men... retired and disabled men. Now, however, when I pass this store at 7:50 a.m., I see young men. I see black men that are capable of making a living wasting their lives smoking cancer sticks, drinking cheap beer, and sitting under a tree.

Every morning,
on my way to work,

my heart breaks.

It is hard to give credit to our ancestors for the way we have turned out as a race. Think about it. My ancestors were slaves. Hard working, dexterous, and strong. Their children marched for civil rights. Determined, progressive, and revolutionary. But then what happened? Can one blame society? Is that unAmerican? I don't think so. How can we improve if we never acknowledge our flaws? I am not saying "Blame the White Man!" but obviously there is a missing link somewhere. Every two weeks, our school gives an assessment test to new students. Every two weeks, the black students score between a 3rd and 6th grade level in Reading, Language, and Math. Every two weeks, the "other" students score AT LEAST an 8th or 9th grade level. The only exception to that are special education students.

There is a missing link somewhere.




"There is nothing more dangerous than to build a society with a large segment of people in that society who feel that they have no stake in it; who feel that they have nothing to lose. People who have a stake in their society, protect that society, but when they don't have it, they unconsciously want to destroy it."
-Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.




"Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe."

-Frederick Douglass





"Hence, I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight."
-Malcolm X




"They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do, they wonder why we hold such little worth for human life... To ask us why we turn from bad to worse is to ignore from which we came. You see, you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love its will to reach the sun. Well, we are the roses. This is the concrete. And these are my damaged petals.
-Tupac Shakur





"Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared."

Tax Time!


Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to volunteer! Somehow, I feel more fulfilled when I do something from my heart rather than for a paycheck. Since I was off for a month, I have been studying my patooty off trying to get certified to prepare taxes. I am now officially certified as a VITA/TCE tax preparer. VITA is a free tax preparation service for low income families sponsored by the IRS. I say "sponsored" because the IRS pays for the software, training, training supplies, and background checks... none of us will actually be payed to prepare taxes. As broke as I am, one would think that I would be trying to get paid for some of the work that I do, but the Lord always provides for me when I am in need so no worries! :)

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Busy on Sick Leave

OK, so, I said that I would be off for a month and would have plenty of time to update my blog...
well,

not so much.

Since I been off from work, I have started ANOTHER Girl Scout Troop.

I now have a fun group of Daisies!



AND My group of



seems to be growing every week!

Just in the past two weeks we have gotten THREE new girls!

Of course, along with Girl Scouts troops, comes Girl Scout cookies!!


Sometimes, I feel like they are more work than they are worth, but selling cookies earns much needed money for our troop. It has been interesting trying to stay clear of my nieces (who are also Girl Scouts) cookie selling territory... especially the little one. She is going to be a cookie selling monster in a couple of years. All of my girls did a great job during the pre-sale though so I am happy. Now I am looking forward to the booth sales at Wal-Mart and other stores.

I have also been busy on my Wii Fit



Yoga is a VERY interesting exercise... but a lot of fun and very rewarding. I love my Wii Fit because I can track my progress and as exercises and games get easier, I feel myself getting stronger.

Vandy (My hubby lubby) better watch out because I am definitely bringing sexy back! :)

Also,

The reason I have been out of work is because I had my third (and hopefully last) surgery on my ankles. This surgery went better than the first two (as far as healing time) but honestly, I don't feel any different. I still walk funny, I climb up and down stairs like an old woman, I STILL can't wear heels, AND they still ache every day...

but,

if I haven't gained anything from this experience, I have learned to be thankful every morning when I get out of bed, place my feet on the floor, and WALK!



So as long as I have breathe in my body, my feet will

ALWAYS

be HAPPY FEET!!! :)