I decided to change up the 'do again. No surprise there. As I mentioned to a friend who remarked about the merry-go-round of styles we as Black women are happy to explore, hair is one of the few things in this crazy life that I can control. (Although I've long believed that my hair, known …
where have you been all my life?
She's gone blonde. Yes, dear reader, after years and years on the darker side of the color wheel, I decided to make a big Year of 40 change and go blonde. My hair is now a honey blonde hue and I love it something awful. Initially after the coloring, as you can see in some …
there, there, my little cabbage.
I've never actually believed in retail therapy. If you're not into shopping anyway (hello, me), the idea of massaging a bad day or a sad mood by walking around a store or even engaging in window shopping wouldn't be the first thing on the list. But the comedy of life is that retail therapy is …
Blogtober #23: On Letting Things Go.
Sometimes I wonder if I love fall so much because it's the visual embodiment of all the things that, psychologically, I should be doing a better job of maintaining. Every year, nature takes stock and detoxes, shedding its skin in the loveliest, most wondrous of ways. It's a lesson to be learned, and certainly one …
Because Solange.
Okay, dear Reader, you know I cut my hair. Well, I cut it again. And again. After the first cut, I went back to my stylist and asked for another cut, to even things out, and to color it, as well, since the gray hairs were like all these changes are making us nervous so …
it had to happen.
December 2012: after eight months of waiting and impatiently wearing two different hair textures on my head (the relaxed ends and the growing, textured, natural roots), I walked into a salon and big chopped my hair. The smile on my face below should tell you how I felt about my decision. I felt free. At …
Fabu Fashion Monday: Wedding Fro/Flow
Hey y'all. I had the pleasure of attending the nuptials of two dear friends this past weekend and wanted to share what I wore, what I did with Her (my hair, as you know), and other tings. Let's, shall we? What I wore: So I suffer from this problem I'd like to call "forgets that …
World. Class. Chocolate.
Danai and Lupita. Okoye and Nakia. Africa and Africa. New Muse and Still Muse. World Class Chocolate and World Class Chocolate. When I was a little growing brown girl, I saw women of color in my home, in my community, among my relatives. But I didn't realize that representation outside of that nexus was important …
“when you gonna make up your mind?”
Confession: I lost a bit of myself in 2017. I think it happens to every woman. Here and there, pieces of who we are, good pieces, at that, begin to crumble at our feet. The sources of that quiet, subtle destruction are many. Discouragement, lack of confidence, heartbreak, loss, pain, unhappiness--so, so many things. Womanhood …
The Basics.
In this shifting world of different looks and makeup and styles and products (and we'll have a separate post on all the makeup experimenting I've been doing lately), sometimes all you need is simple. And for me, this means pulling out the tried-and-true, the blueprint, the top of the heap: Ruby Woo. I've discussed my …
This Square Peg. 