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Here in her first music video which was released last year she is wearing Make It Happen feather earrings, and wearing them well.
When I look as these dolls so many thoughts trace through my mind which one of the first are of my mother(s). How strongly they resemble the women who raised (and continue to raise me). The dolls exude their strength through their thick thighs and hips. I can feel their independence and funk through their fly shoes and hair. From their earrings I can see their femininity and by the way their arms are crossed I know they are ladies with men abilities. Another thought that comes to mind are all the images I've seen of black woman from birth to this day on and I must say they do not compare. I should be able to read a book as a little one and see myself looking back at me. I should be able to turn on the television and see myself prancing by, there is no reason I should have to search high and low for role models.
According to Pauline (Vanessa Williams) it has always been a necessity to dress inline with your personality and not your budget/career. Basically dress to impress. I now see now how imperative it is to dress as if you are going somewhere important, every day. A lesson I have gotten from my father and has been drilled into my head since grade school. Always appear clean and cut. Most of the movie until key scenes I totally forgot that Pauline was a singer. Had little money to work on, was struggling and juggling her jobs every other week, and also shared a room with 3 other women. Even in the movie she convinced me that she had been rich all along.
I was in love with the idea of 4 women living together and not fighting over a man or something ridiculous. Besides the very regular bickering I love how close they were and went around and worked with their very cramped space. I have always had a slight disturbing love for female friends, especially of a group 3 or more. And when I say friends I mean real friends not the we-look-cute-together-so-we-hang-out kind of friends. OR the "we've been friends since we were 14 and I'm use to you" kind of friendship. I'm talking about the friends that hurt when you hurt and smile when you smile. The kind of friends that will do ANYTHING for you and dare you to try and re-pay. The friends that only want to see you doing your very best in life and are there for you and you only. The kind of friends you can't imagine your life without and will do whatever you can to keep them around. I'm talking about those real girlfriends that genuinely love each other-those friendships in particular are the ones I obsess over. Because I was blessed enough to have 5 sisters of my own I have never had friends like I had sisters. But I still appreciate the women who do find their sisters from another mother. In the movie they weren't all the best of friends and didn't particularly like each other towards the middle and end. But it was how they lived in one space and found a way to be civil and not fight every minute over nothing.
After living with a best friend of my own (now ex because of our arrangement) I can understand their struggle whole-heartily and appreciate their cordial behavior. It is very hard living with a friend when their isn't a common ground on what one room mate is use to and what the other isn't familiar with; heads clash and lions roar. Of course the amount of maxi pads and estrogen flying around doesn't help the union of female room mates, that still certainly isn't an excuse. I do believe it has a lot of do with a woman not being so use to bowing down to another's requests,needs,wants, and opinions. There is something much more deadly in a females ego that just can't touch a man's. There is a powerful force that can not be beat or stopped once it has took a place and made a decision. It is made up of mainly stubbornness and intuition; two things that don't match. Once a woman has made up her mind about something, that is pretty much it on everyone's feelings. I was able to draw my conclusion from experience and from Esther (Lynn Whitfield's character). Alice I believe had asked Esther to play the numbers for her who so happen to owe Esther money. This wasn't the first time she played for her and it was clear that Esther just knew Alice wasn't going to win. But long story short Alice numbers won and Esther made it up in her mind that she wasn't going to share the ticket or her new found fortune with Alice.
I can't really say what I would do if I were to be in that situation, naturally I would tell myself of course I would have shared the money or at least given my friend a portion. But I don't know if I would've flipped it the way Alice did. She eventually invested in her own beauty salon and used her clientele from her old salon (as a washer) in her new store. She had a vision for herself and a drive that allowed her to achieve it. During the process she lost herself and became cut throat and greedy. I can understand how one was once poor and refuses to return to that life style. I can't contest to celebrities like Kimora Lee Simmons who was once poor and is now filthy rich. I have no opinion on their controlling and nasty attitudes. When you have grown up without something and you finally obtain it you really don't want to go back. And in the movie Alice became very vicious because of her fear of needing again. I can not blame her, who would want to
go back to sharing a bedroom with 3 other women. What I think of her back stabbing and promiscuous ways is another story I just can't completely comment on where it stems from. She wanted to live a life that she never had before and she basically didn't want to look back. Who am I to judge when I know what it feels like to not want to go back.
But without giving away the movie this is a definite must see. You will be able to appreciate the fashions of the 1930's, the award winning acting, and learn about friendship up and downs.
The “race card” is a concept that has been used to silence people of color who attempt to speak out when they feel that race has been used unfairly in determining how people are treated. It is one of the most dangerous weapons in the White privilege toolbox, for it implies that a non-POC would know better when something is truly racist than someone who is constantly subjected to racism. That said, it isn’t that people of color can never be wrong about denouncing something as racism, but that they should be treated with a level of deference when expressing their concerns. Instead of having something dismissed as someone pulling a card, these complaints should be respectfully analyzed and received. If someone is truly committed to being non-racist, the appropriate reaction to a charge of racism is “I don’t feel like what I did was racist. Can you help me understand why you feel that way?”, not accusing someone of using race to be manipulative or deceitful.
But, alas, in a world of White privilege where is the incentive to say “You’re right, that was racist of me”? or “I didn’t mean to be racially insensitive”? And for even those who pride themselves in being non-racist, where would a non-Black person be taught the difference? If racism doesn’t negatively impact you in a very obvious way, it’s quite a task to say, “hey, let me learn about this so I make sure that I’m not out here supporting an unfair system of advantage that benefits me.”
It’s an amazingly duplicitous thing, to flip racism around so that the person who is the victim now looks like the guilty party because of their observations of someone’s behavior. A Black woman who feels that she has been passed over for a raise because of her background may be told that she is ‘pulling the race card’ and that racism will never end so long as people like her “see race in everything.” But how can you not see something that is constantly there?
The race card concept implies that the true racial power in this country lies in the hands of minorities, and that as soon as we “cry racism,” we will then be allowed to get away with anything or to unjustly persecute innocent White people. This is so infrequently the case. We holler “race” because so often it IS about race. While racism should not instill in Black folks a sense of paranoia, we must be constantly diligent and aware of how we are being treated. I do not wish to be color-blind. I am glad that I am aware of the racial climate that I live in, so that I may arm myself accordingly for whatever may come my way. We will never end or even lessen racism so long as we are made to be afraid to challenge it. Thus, I understand that the “race card” that I carry is not some get-out-of-culpability trump card, but instead, a challenging reality that I have been dealt.
written by Jamilah Lemieux
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I have been putting my beliefs in an over all per-perspective. As I’m sure many can relate, I was raised on the bible. It has been a lifelong journey differentiating my personal beliefs from my family’s. Whether is was the Koran or the Torah it wouldn’t have made a difference. I’ve discovered I’m not alone in this and many still struggle into their adulthood with their spiritual identity. I am getting closer and closer to a distinctive me And finding I don’t like some parts of myself. For example my life long tendency to over analyze. I mean the shit has been bothering me since I can remember. Being isolated from my family has highlighted who I really am. It WOULD be great if I could get a break from myself. If it were possible to shut myself out just for a moment. My analytical habits are here to stay and not because I’m too comfortable or anal to change. But its become clear to me that its very much apart of my psyche. For the past few months I have been thinking of ways to escape myself. I have prayed, done breathing exercises, and considered yoga. But what I’m looking for is the impossible. Which is to literally break free of my physical being. Only for a vacation. Sometimes Im just tired of my personality, my voice especially. I don’t know if I’m alone on this. But if someone has come up with a solution to this dilemma. I can’t be the only one struggling with me.
Later I would like to talk much deeper about my discovery and interest in “fashion design”. Specifically because I made it clear through the years how much I despise the fashion world and curl at sewing machines. I have figured it out but I am still walking through this journey so I’m not quit done yet. I would like to express how good it feels to come to a decision. As indecisive as I may not want to admit,it took me awhile to figure out exactly what I wanted to go to school for. I knew what I loved and I had too many hobbies to count. I couldn’t figure out how to interchange them all in one shot. I didn’t know where to start because all my hobbies had a dominant filed to it that could carry its own weight.
It was when I began making accessories that it became clear to me that I have a special way of thinking. Not only do I need to challenge this but I need to find the people who will allow this to happen. Damn how in the hell am I going to do that. I have the puzzle pieces I just can’t figure out the bigger picture. Which was how can I transfer all my wonderful goals and ideas into a successful career.
To make things simple I always disregarded money (for the most part). It never occurred to me that I would have a problem making money. There are some people who are destined to win and luckily for me I have parents who taught this to me. I would only add another life time of puzzles if I tried to integrate the things that excite me-with money. Sometimes there is no way to mesh the two.
In the event that I came to an epiphany that I had to be my own boss. Instantly I knew I needed to go to school for art and business. There are so many crazy things that go on in my head I would love to bring them out within this lifetime. Its beautiful to discover a fracture of your life that’s been waiting to be brought to your attention. This small piece answers so many questions which ultimately opens doors and closes a few to some unsolved mysteries. That is what I am going through right now and its wonderful. It feels good to be back in school and I varied size puzzle pieces to lighten my load. I have found the missing pieces in my closet and I’m going to hold onto them tightly.
Last month I wrote breifly about my new found “loneliness” of living on my own. Which is what many would refer to me being alone day in and day out with no computer,television, or company. I of course don’t limit loneliness to those few fators. I am alone but not exactly lonely. It is in fact one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced. I have choices and the option to surround myself with people I enjoy. I am not in the company of most by default. I have the opportunity to breath and think within my own space, without the disruption of anothers presence. I was beginning to think I was anti-social and in denial. I was so easily annoyed with my family member’s presence and I was getting sick to my stomach of children running around.
But being alone has given me a clear persepctive on what I really needed. The idea of no one around to slice through my thought process before I even get a chance to complete one; is just…There are no words to describe how amazing I feel to be alone. I have a big family that I can not escape if I tried, they will always love and care for me through thick and thin. I have recognized that as a beautiful quality that I should appreciate. Its just I need my space. I have always made a point to seperate myself to my sanctuary; which was whatever space that I called my own at the time. I tried to do what I could to collect myself before I got short with the next person. But it never happened, I never got the time to myself to get a breather. It was family time all the time.
Luckily before I did explode I finally have that time and space I wanted. It gives me the opportunity to humble myself and think before I act. Its a blessing to have a family to call your own I’m aware of this. But Im glad I’m able to remove myself from whatever circumstance I can’t control when it comes to family. I now understand that I need to take control of my own life before I try to heed on the burdens of others.
My (effective) 28 ways of staying creative
1. Eat candy bars 2. Sort through a pile of old photos 3. Organize your recent pile of paperwork 4. Make a page in your scrapbook 5. Catch up with an old friend 6. Search through a friends FB photos (I have found this to be less creepy but more inspiring) 7. Look at your own FB photos 8. Make a video about your day/weekend 9. Pull out your glue and do an art project 10. Dye/rinse your hair 11. Change your hairstyle/get a haircut 12. Play dress up 13. Tie dye an old pair of jeans 14. Relax and organize your thoughts 15. Make a pair of earrings for yourself 16. Write in your diary 17. Read an old children’s book 18. Visit a historical monument 19. Pull out your thread and needle and make a shirt or skirt (this will probably take all day but are for people like me who hate sewing machines) 20. Set you clothes out for the next week 21. Sell something on craigslist or eBay 22. Have a yard sale 23. Have a photo shoot in your kitchen 24. Paint a room a vibrant color 25. Play in a children’s park 26. Network at a festival or trunk show 27. Practice using photoshop 28. Write a short story
This list was generated after reading “”33 ways to stay creative”. I decided I wanted to make a list based off of my realistic comings and goings. These are things that I’m most likely going to do. I read over them and really thought I should share. I know there is someone out there who, like me, is suffering from “in home syndrome” and finds time to never leave the house. It happens at different times of our lives. I am in the middle of a move so I am doing a lot of waiting. It’s sickening how much time we waist inside doing the same ole. During this its like time is dragging along and we are waiting for something to happen. While our mind is in a scramble we should take advantage and get creative. Because you never know it might actually get you off the computer and out of the house.
Its interesting to watch yourself transform and grow through a relationship. It can also be comical to be quoted on constantly. I have had to go back on my words and actions so many times to count, because of my real progression in opinions and outlooks. To compare what I thought and felt in the beginning of my relationship to now is almost laughable. But much more interesting as I stated to be able to take note of my growth through my relationship. I was always one to read magazines and plenty online articles. I was obsessed with being a “good girlfriend” and perfect lover. I was all about preparing myself and being ahead of the game. Little did I know that my fathers teachings and my own vigorous research was no preparation for what I actual undertook for 4 years. I became more familiar with the Nigerian culture after I fell madly in love with my partner Shola. It never dawned across me until after I realized I couldn’t live without this person that I couldn’t possibly love this person without loving every thing that had to do with them. Including their family and background. In the beginning it was more of a I-need-to-get-by and generally I wasn’t yet interested in where he came from. But what happens when you grow with someone you are forced to intertwine who they really are; their culture especially. Of course you are not obliged to take on anyone’s lifestyle especially when its by force. But what I grew to learn is that when you REALLY love someone you want to be apart of everything that has to do with them. Ultimately it will bring you closer and extend your knowledge of what love really is. I on the other hand have the honor of learning a whole language with out classes or having to travel to another country. That in itself is a blessing (I realized much later on). Here I am extremely welcoming and open to another’s life because I am that in-tuned with them. Its beautiful. I do have to thank my dad for being there and Cosmo for preparing me for the insignificant things that I would have learned on my own anyway. I must say there is nothing like actually going through it and not reading how to go through it. Its amazing and something I would not trade in for the world.
I’m excited to be able to deliver this news because its a secret I’ve kept in. Cosmetic companys won’t pitch it to you because that’s the key to your business. But I discovered it a lonnnng time ago. I also picked it up as a young girl who honors her mother and growing (unfortunately) to be just like her. It’s not the biggest revelation but its one that will probably help MOST females who fell in love with make-up.
My mother is turning 57 in December and her skin I must say is flawless. Although she could probably get her eyebrows waxed to help her out. Her skin alone has always been close to perfect. Not to mention the jump start she has being a member of the melanin family. She is aging gracefully so its kind of unfair.
But one of the biggest secrets we’ve kept as the Davis family that keeps our skin glowing…Is the amount of make-up we use. The percentage starts at 0-30%. In terms of the basics (eye liner,mascara) we used little to no foundation/concealer. That will and is the key to keeping your skin fresh. There is not one moisturize or face primer in the world that can prevent the inevitable damage that gunk will cause. Nothing. The sooner you become comfortable with your heat bumps,random scars, natural skin tone ,etc. You will make your life easier. We are human beings, we are not suppose to look like porcelain dolls in the morning. If you feel like you have bad skin I can guarantee it that applying a flew layers will not make it any better.
So please ladies fall in love with natural beauty again we can’t always be “camera ready”.
Heres the thing when I was growing up I was always the “skinny” one, ranging around a size 0 when my peers were on their way to 3’s and 4’s. Although now I know this was from sexual activity and that’s OK. But what I didn’t realize is that I was normal size. I wasn’t over weight or under I was where I was suppose to be. It didn’t help that everyone I hung around was 2-3 years older than me. So although I was ahead of my maturity I was not “ahead” in size. And according to them (which put a dent in my self-esteem for awhile) there was something wrong with my growing process.
Besides the fact that I was a very athletic little girl. If I wasn’t climbing trees, I was racing neighbors, or playing double dutch (I was a pro all through jhs). As far as the adults concern was I was right on track and thankfully not obese. But still on my side of town it was always a factor to be thick and voluptuous. The point that my mother was a well endowed young women, still is till this day, might I add a well endowed grown women. With eight kids. It was always expected of us (her 5 daughters) to carry out her (strong) genes and be just as thick if not thicker.
I remember being teased for being a size 5 and I kid you not that I brag till this day about fitting a 10 because of those jokes. I just find it interesting to come across women who pride themselves in being a size 4 and 6. Now taking a look at my photo I look no bigger than a 5 and weighing between 125-135 pounds. I consider myself small. I am small. But in all honesty I am wayyy too thick for a run way and that is where my confusion begins. OK I am clearly not the tallest (5’4 holla back) but with some 6 inches I can pose as a super model.
I just think there is something extremely wrong with that. Is weight social,cultural or career based. What happen to judging an individual on a circumstantial rate? I’m curious to know how your weight is judged? Do you believe women of a certain size get a special hall pass or if some receive a detention pass with no reason at all? Who defines thick? Who defines skinny?
Remember at some point in time we were all judged on our size so be nice.
Its was a pleasure to be able to participate in a store that I’ve grown up in buying books. Nicholas Variety store on 560 Fulton st Brooklyn, NY across from McDonalds has been a favorite of mine since I was little. I loved sneaking in there to buy $3 books and leave during closing hours.I just loved the whole vibe and flavor of the store. So you can image how it feels to be apart of their establishment.
Sunday was a fundraiser fashion show that I took place in as a designer. It is my second fashion show with the store and definitely not the last. What I love most is their support for their community and their love for their own. I believe if they made it to the top they would bring everyone with them. Their loyalty and commitment will allow me to reciprocate my time. They are always welcoming and are very open to ideas. I am constantly seeing an event going on in their store and its amazing how they’ve been doing it for so long.
In the show was a designer who specializes in sportswear, her aesthetic really blew me away. I was so impressed with her eye I haven’t seen her kind of style in a long time. Here you can scan through her portfolio and get a feel of what I’m saying. The way she manipulates shapes and colors are amazing, she really knows how to execute her vision. From seeing her clothes in person to looking through her portfolio her sketches actually match her results.
It was another day full of networking and I can’t wait to officially be home so I can have nights like these fill in my weekends.
I’d like to consider myself a quiet bulldog. As much as I love to debate and express my opinions. I think I know when to speak and when not to (to strangers). In my inner circle not so much. I’m aware of my tendency to cross a line just to get my point across. Not something to brag about but a habit I’m glad I’m aware of. I am known for speaking continuously, something I am trying to work on. But really its not my fault because I’ve grown up in such a religious and spiritual home. I feel as if my opinion was invalid all of my life. As much as we discussed and debated in my home I still remember keeping my words under wraps. It was imperative to voice out what we felt but at the same time it didn’t mean what was felt was first or second priority.
Besides my home background I am still who am. I was born with the gift of gab and I will take it how I can. It is a gift from God and its up to us to take advantage of our god given talents. They are our ticket to success and instant leave on a bad situation. I’ve been looking for different ways to control my mouth, something I don’t know is possible.
What I do realize is if I would like to make it past 35 then I should probably be more shut mouth. I can get somewhere with this blogging and maybe I can go as far as getting paid for it. Once I do become “big” I need to play smart. I have to find a way to boldly state my opinion (as I do) while downsizing its intensity. For my sake if I would like to continue as an author,designer, and activist for young girls. I need to be smart about what I’m saying when.where, and how.
My life is officially complete because I have been able to obtain a few wrap dresses. WHY didn’t anyone tell me about the convenience of such a dress? I’ve been vending and attending street festivals all my life. I remember being dragged on the train and the bus with my other siblings to these shows. I hated them they felt like such a waist of time (because I was being forced to work). Since there was so many of us I never got a chance to buy what I wanted. I was lucky if I got a fruit salad or a plate of food. So for awhile I had to pass up on all the wonderful treasures you get from all these fairs. The expensive handmade but well worthy items. I did buy my first leather belt and bag a few years ago from a family friend. If you are a Brooklyn native and frequent these fairs you should know of George; very pleasant and family oriented. He makes the hell out of leather goods. It saddens me to just now jump on the band wagon because I wasn’t able to afford most of the items I was raised around. I lived at these fairs and have accommodated them to my life ( and not because its apart of my parents lifestyle). It pleases me to now be able to buy whatever I want because I have my own table of products to sell.
It’s a blessing also that I am able to apply my vending skills to real life. I can use and apply them for my own small business. It was always one of those family activities that I dreaded doing because I didn’t know the value. Now I can really appreciate the customer service skills that I’ve learned and how to be business oriented. Being able to change a 10X10 space and down size to 8X10. I can use those skills to design a store once I decide to open one. There are a lot factors that play into it and I’m happy I have them to use to my advantage.
This was the third day at the International Festival in Brooklyn. It was fairly slow and rainy. But I was lucky enough to be as fly as I wanted to be in my wrap dress.
I wish there was a way of raising my children in America and being able to modify the things they learn from living in this country. Obviously that is suppose to be up to me; what I allow them to watch, where I allow them to go, and who they hang with. But really there doesn’t seem to be a way to get around how messed up this country is. The only solution is to raise your children some place else or lock them inside. OR you can move far away. Compared to others we have it good and are living it up, I do know this. But there is something about the propaganda that scares the living daylights out of me and has me worried for my future children. What do we have to look forward to in the future because it only looks like things are getting worst. The way everything is being shaped it makes me believe that I am not meant to live on planet earth all together. It is becoming harder and harder to live in this country and not only as a black women but as a human being. I feel like I am being set up for failure and not success. I feel like I am being pushed out by my own government. I don’t feel exactly safe and secure in my own home. The news and newspapers address issues like I should be scared for my life. I can not stand how the media portrays life itself and acts as an entertainment slot than the informational and resourceful tool that it’s suppose to be.
As I’m getting older I am learning about using current events to my advantage to make a living. For example I have cut my hair for 2 major reasons 1: I have wanted to cut my hair off since I was 14 AND two:natural hair is a big thing and will help me excel my small business. I have always considered myself a natural because I never did wear weave, fake nails, and make-up. It has always been a thing for me to not wear perfume and stick with my natural scent, stay true to my style, and be me no matter what. I had promoted and boasted about being natural since I can remember so when I cut my hair I felt regular. My decision to do it so soon was because I needed/wanted to take advantage of the ever revolution and trend of black women rocking their natural hair textures. It was something I would have never done a few years ago because of the fear of me being viewed as a copy. My mother always taught me to try and never care what people think because even if they told you, you still won’t know exactly what they are thinking.
But from my day to day living I don’t see how my future seeds will make a living. Of-course if they are a part of my family tree they will probably be successful artists or anything of a powerful activists or bulldog. There are no failures in my family so I don’t expect them to fail at what they strive to do. But my concerns are how hard it will be for them to make a living in this country as human beings. I am not confident in our amendments. I am not confident that our newer laws will hold my sons and daughters down when they decide to get ahead in life. I feel a bad turn coming and a WWW V as a follow-up. Even if after I have made my hit in life and settled with my babies (6-8) and a war has never been declared. I will know based my children’s hardships if life is any easier for them than it was for my parents and their parents.
I have always loved traveling since I was a little girl, it was always the most exciting for me to get lost on my way to Far Rockaway, Queens. It was an adventure when my day camp would walk from 5th street (lower east side) to central park for picnics. Be it by train, cab, mega bus, or plane (not quit yet). I love to travel. A few weekends ago I took a trip to DC/Baltimore and was I so surprised at the blatant segregation. To my dismay I couldn’t really grasp “the chocolate city” being uninformed in terms of diversity. Blacks use to hold 70% of DC’s population and has dropped to 50% since the 80s. What is changing beside the cost of living? If I’ve always known DC for its overwhelming flood of prideful individuals (like myself) what exactly is keeping the city from merging together as one. I felt like an alien as if my color wasn’t seen or welcomed. To throw out a few variables to the weird stares I don’t think my outfit qualified me for evil looks. I think I was dressed at the excepted level of an outsider; a simple skirt and sandals . I wasn’t trying too hard to tone anything down but I figured I was in chocolate city so whatever I did the residents were use to by now. I am still trying to come up with reasonable reasons for anyone to have looked at me funny. This is my second or third trip to DC and each visit I have came up with a different review.
I have been to a community event where I’ve gotten a taste of family and the love that DC has to offer. I thought I loved DC as a whole but I could only reside in a particular areas. Not to say that DC is the only majority black city with segregation. But again I was still surprised at how blatant it was. I was floating around the white house so I will admit that I did expect more, much more. We are TOO far down in our society to still have this much segregation anywhere. And although propaganda is still a serious practice, does having a black president mean anything? There things that are suppose to shift ones mind eventually even after years of brainwashing. Why do I have to walk down a street and still feel like I don’t belong? There is something very wrong with the idea of the only brown people (employees) in a restaurant not wanting to recognize my face and explore what we have in common. That should an automatic.
I would only visit Baltimore because of the sheer stillness and relaxation it brings. I would love to live in DC for a year or two to go into my past experiences and analyze them.
My lovely Aldo shoes has brought me more attention then I imagined. I wish there was a way to set up some partnership with Aldo. If they knew or witnessed all the women and many men who stopped in their tracks for my shoes. I think they would appreciate the few customers that I brought them and how lovely I displayed their new product. I didn’t realize these were sort of underground because so many people had no idea Aldo had released these wonderful designs, more were extremely surprised.
I never got a chance to try them on in stores because if I did I would have realized how high they were. I had to put up a little fight to get them, from searching high and low to traveling from state to state. I ordered them from a store in Baltimore and they were shipped to me. These are my only exceptions in terms of comfortability. I am indeed a true heel lover but these bad boys aren’t the most comfy. I don’t play that (fashion is pain BS) wearing heels that hurt your feet will only screw you over in the long run. I choose comfort over everything. But like I said I have to have that one pair that isn’t the most comfortable but makes up in design and aesthetic. I like to look at them as an investment because of the amount of customers they have brought to my table and space. I also love that I have the perfect earrings to match that are just as loud and funky. I have made a few earrings inspired by my shoes and I can’t wait to sit down and see what I cook up with these beauties.
I’m trying to add as many photos as I can to the website to show off how well my feather earrings go with all of odd pieces. I have an earring to match that dress of yours that you had for years but doesn’t go with anything. And you know that one pair of red shoes you have, well I have a fire red pair of earrings to match those also. There are times we stop ourselves from buying the most amazing thing because we have nothing to match. But I can bet your wardrobe that I have a flood of earrings to go with those things. Click on the photos to view my website and all of the earrings that go with that “ugly” dress. Also go here for more photos from this event.
These shoes feel like a match made in heaven and I’m so happy I brought them.
