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Just own the night, like the 4th of July

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

‘Cause baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go, oh
As you shoot across the sky

Happy Belated 4th of July!
Vintage Shirt dress & Belt: Hamlet’s Vintage.
Check out Hamlet’s vintage!

As I look back on the past year and realize what has changed in my life since then it truly is just brilliant.

I have become closer to friends I knew and have made new friends that will last a lifetime. I have fallen in love with life, with people and have had my heart broken only to come out stronger.

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make ’em go, oh
You’re gonna leave ’em falling down

I lost a close friend of mine from childhood, Lily, to a murder. And I miss her daily. At first I must admit I did not let my feelings be seen about this loss and my heart was in so much pain it was almost to much to go through, especially since it had occurred two days before my birthday but now I realize that she would want her sister and I, two very important women in her life to live in peace. I miss you Lily. I realize that I have to fight for women’s rights more and against abuse (something even I have lived through for a lot of my life). I will be honest with myself, my life and my friends….

Succeeded? Yes, I started a new job since I left my ex husband in Riverdale over a year ago and have truly found my life’s virtues to be quite unique and promising, this too…has made me a more confident and beautiful human being.

A year ago, I was still unsure of my future not completely feeling I can fill my own shoes but still trying daily. The keyword? Trying. Now I look down at my high heeled and quite sexy Olsenhaus shoes, and realize I have grown into them, I am comfortable living with them.

I have started a Vegan Perfume Company with my friend Dania, which will be spoken about later in a long blog post. I moved into a delightful vegan household in Brooklyn where we have our own little sanctuary and a back yard. Honestly, I didn’t expect me to move back to Brooklyn but I did and happen to love basking in it as I ride my bike down 5th Avenue and into Park Slope weekly.

I’ve realized that I can live on Rice & Beans and Avocado daily (this I do often) and that I have my down falls but so much more to be proud of. *How can I mix these two quite different topics into one sentence?*

I decided to write this post because I have quite a few things I would like to explain more in my blog; I want to take this blog on a new journey and start speaking more form my heart. What inspires me? This you will find out if you do so choose to keep on reading. Fashion will always be included and of course, music because I can’t live without a soundtrack to life.

My life though quite painful at points or exciting as others has created the basis for who I am today. Nearly unstoppable at points, I am indeed a firework.

Holidays? Why am I writing about July 4th? Last year I was in Astoria with my lovely friend Christina, watching fireworks as we strolled down the street on a nice summer evenings. I remember there was a slight drizzle but we still kept walking, hypnotized by the lights exploding above us.

I actually do not like the Hallmark of a holidays: the expense, the exposure but I do like the timeline (landmark) of a holiday. The fact that I will always remember a Valentines day, a birthday, July 4th, Christmas..etc because each calendar year: that day is marked out clearly. I do have a profound memory and can remember details better than most people I know, but I do also enjoy the fact that July 4th, like any other day is also a time of spending time with people you love.

This year, I spent time with Dania, a friend I met nearly a year ago but have gotten to be quite close to. We decided to be there for one another on this day because every plan that had been in effect had been canceled and we decided to go out to dinner at my new favorite Colombian restaurant, Bogota, a restaurant with delicious vegan options that someone I had dated for a bit took me to and I had recalled it to be a great time. This time, on July 4th, was just as great as the last.

After dinner we decided to walk to Cobble Hill and maybe go to the Fireworks but I wanted a refreshing glass of wine and stopped into my friends bar, 61 Local for some wine and Kombucha.

The day, an unforgettable one, will last in me memory forever.

You don’t have to feel like a waste of space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

 

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03.16.12: 88 Lines + 1 about 44 +1 women….

88 Lines About 44 Women :

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.
Carla was a different type, she’s the was one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddha sat.Reno was an aimless girl, a geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery.
Vicky had a special way of turning sex into a song.
Camala who couldn’t sing, kept the beatand kept it strong.
[humming]
Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.
Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen’s point of view was this, “Take whatever you can grab.”
[humming]

Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap.
Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen who had a son said, “I must go.” but finally stayed.

[humming]

Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.
Meme brought the taboo back and held it up for the light.
Marilyn who knew no shame, was never ever satisfied.
Julie came and went so fast, she didn’t even say goodbye.

Rachel Kay London Mod

Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston, shot top syrup in her veins.
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.
Catherine was much too pretty, she didn’t do that shit at all.
Uh uh, not Catherine.

[humming]

Pauline thought love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker’s plot.
Jeanna was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.

[humming]

Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparency.
Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency.
Tonya, turkish, liked to fuck while wearing leather boots.
Brenda’s strange obsession was for certain vegetables and fruit.

[humming]

Rowena was an artist’s daughter, the deeper image shook her up.
Dee Dee’s mother left her father, took his money and his truck.
Debby Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.
Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks.
Eloise who played guitar, she sang songs about whales and cops.
Terry didn’t give a shit, was just a nihilist.
Robin was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.
Jezabel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier.
Dinah drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay.
Judy came from Ohio, she’s a Scientologist.
Amaranda, here’s a kiss, I chose you to end this list.

Rachel, is a vegan, passionate and spontaneous.
(She really did end this list).

03.14.12: Mellow Yellow….

I’m just mad about Saffron
Saffron’s mad about me
I’m just mad about Saffron
She’s just mad about me…..

It’s been quite sunny the past two days and I’ve been absorbing as much of it as I can. This morning I awoke again, an hour early. This is due to Daylight Savings time I figure and it has completely thrown off my “self” alarm clock. I lay in bed until my alarm actually goes off at 6:20 a.m., half dreaming. I’m caught in R.E.M..

As soon as my alarm went off I jumped out of bed, put on my iTunes for some “morning tunes” and heard “Mellow Yellow” by Donovan…my eyes fixated on my favorite mustard yellow skirt, a black sheer shirt Carol gave me as a gift by the designer: Agnes B. and pokadot tights. Simple yet I am “mod” for this outfit.

They call me mellow yellow
They call me mellow yellow
They call me mellow yellow..

I sang along to the melodic lyrics and looked forward to the start of another enjoyable sunny day.

While wandering over to Souen for lunch (a macrobiotic restaurant I might frequent about 3 times a week), I just closed my eyes, took a deep breath in and reveled in the beauty of spring.

At Souen: Enjoying a carrot, apple & ginger fresh pressed juice.

Having about 20 minutes of my lunch hour left, T & I decided to take a stroll down what we thought might be “The most British of blocks” in our vicinity to snap some photos for this here, blog. My friends are brilliant because they happen to put up with me & a photo (or several photos) a day!

I’m just mad about Fourteen
Fourteen’s mad about me
I’m just mad about Fourteen
She’s just mad about me…

My  dear friend Diana was quite correct in a statement she had made: my new “Beatles” jacket has become a staple. of my wardrobe;

Hat: Army Navy Store: $5.00, Skirt: J-Crew Thrift, Agnes B. shirt:gift & Military jacket: vintage, Army Navy Store.

Born high forever to fly
Wind velocity nil
Wanna high forever to fly
If you want your cup our fill…

Tonight I am going to be heading on over to Williamsburg and maybe even delight myself in some Foodswings.  I should fit right in with this outfit, yes?

I know what you are thinking right now: My dinner is going to be quite the opposite of what I had for lunch but life is all about balance, isn’t it? I happen to think of this often, as well as my health. I have known and met far to many people who just don’t do not know how to balance fresh and healthy foods to well, the more unhealthy but enjoyable ones. I crave chocolate (as you all now!) and if I had mostly greens and brown rice that day, I will most likely end up with a bar of chocolate and or some vegan ice cream by the end of the day. Don’t lose insight into what makes you happy: for me? Foodswings usually does and a glass of wine and let’s not forget to mention tea & chocolate.

I am feeling pretty mellow today despite my third consecutive morning at Starbucks where the Barista handed me over another free Soy Peppermint Misto, oh gee: addiction…here I come. And yet, I still enjoy tea more.

I can have it 10 times a day, that’s pleasure in a cup.

Oh so yellow, oh so mellow….

tonight.

02.19.12: And you say it’s your birthday..but mine is everyday.

You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

This weekend has been one of those epic weekends where Friday & Saturday were both the birthday parties of my friend’s: Carol & Jacquelyn.

On Friday I purchased http://www.modpoddaily.com so it’s easy for you all to get here.

After work, my momma-to-be friend Robyn and I went vintage shopping at Hamlet’s Vintage in the West Village, one of my favorite local-to-my-job stops (just a bit dangerous for those lunch breaks that I need some retail therapy..) and I came out with 3 dresses that I was told I couldn’t live without here is just a picture of one:

Nautical Vintage Lanz Dress, 60s.

We purchased a cute gift for Carol, a hand painted 60s Hawaiian bag with the scene of the ocean & palm trees. Carol loves blue and we instantly knew this was the gift for her. 🙂 But of course, it led me to the three dresses!

We went to Sacred Chow for dinner…I really won’t go into it, but at least my soup was good.

But, in the end, the night turned out to be another memorable one. I was surprised with one of my favorite meals from Rice in Brooklyn of black rice with edamame & vegetarian (vegan) spicy “meat”balls and chocolate. This was what I’ll just title the first day of my life while again falling asleep to the cities lights…just..simply…beautiful. I never take anything for granted as I never forget….

Saturday.

Waking up to a glorious sunny day in New York City while the sun rose over the East River and I marveled at the magic of mornings like this one. I calculated my plans for the day after a lovely cup of coffee and learned a few facts about coffee  from some cards…:) (I am a coffee pupil).


Jacquelyn’s birthday…

Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party

Birthday kiss!

I chose a Vaute Couture dress that I had won at Joshua Katcher’s birthday (One of few Vaute Couture Dresses!) and purple tights with knee high black combat boots and a 80’s parka. And the lovely birthday girl wore a beautiful retro 50s golden dress with a bow sash.. she looked beautiful with her rouged lips, curled hair and loving smile.

We had reservations for John’s on 12th Street, an Italian restaurant that has been around for quite a while in the East Village. John Lennon and numerous other icon’s have went there for their food. A bit over a year ago, they started making vegan dishes and prepared a special vegan menu because Mike, one of the two owners realized that this was a great idea to bring in more customers, as well as the food is delicious. So what happens next there is no reflection on the restaurant itself…..

Needless to say, my friends and I had a feast the second day the menu came out and tried everything we can.

Last night: I had the Polenta with Portobello Mushrooms and Gluten Free Pasta. Though, I definitely ate a bite of something with gluten because by 11, I was drunken with sickness  and by 11:30 had to go home, sadly leaving Jacquelyn’s party at Beauty Bar. I was happy I was there to celebrate with Jacquelyn and our friends as I also was able to finally meet Jacquelyn’s interesting and gracious father.

Treasures of my heart (and yes those are bunnies on my dress)....Jacquelyn & Abby

Entangled.

Sunday.

I awoke to a horrible pain in my stomach, knowing this was from gluten I knew I needed water stat and tea. Daniel, my gracious roommate made me tea and instructed me back to bed where I slept for most of the day. I awoke feeling a little dazed but fine enough to approach the outdoors again and made plans with my friend Sam, someone I respect and adore so very much. She & I are always honest with each other regarding advice but also just have fun where ever we go. I recommended the new vegan restaurant that had opened up to the locals in Brooklyn, Maimonide.

I relaxed a bit more, taking my time and starting to type out this blog post, speak to a few good friends of mine on chats and getting ready to finally, start the day or early evening to meet up with Sam. Jacquelyn came home and I grabbed a dozen of her delicious birthday mini cupcakes to take with me to Sam for desert and some I planned to share with the staff at this new restaurant.

60s Lanz Sailor Dress, 60s mod scarf

Vintage Dior 60s Blazer: Screaming Mimi's purchased 5 years ago.

I arrived at Maimonide quite pleased with its large communal tables and serene atmosphere, with a modern Brooklyn appeal and large painted Brooklyn Bridge on the wall. On one side of the restaurant the walls are re with glossy tablets that people can write what they are thinking and I wrote out a quote by Anais Nin, as well as my own poetry dedicated to friendships and the beauty of local restaurants with communal tables to meet new friends or thrive with old ones.  The other wall just so happened to be exposed brick, this too, I love.

Poetic words and art by locals...

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” – Anais Nin…

Our waiter, Ara, was so very nice and explained the menu to Sam & I in deep detail as we both chose the same dish: Corn Soup and a Gluten Free Pizza/Sandwich that had Portobello mushrooms and horseradish on it. (I had to make up for the glutenous mushrooms the night before)….and a coffee that was continuously refilled by Ara with constant refills of Almond Milk whilst Sam and I gabbed over our delicious food. I ended up sharing my cupcakes with the staff & Samantha. I have to say, their business cards are those paper fortune tellers that we all made in Elementary School where you guess the color and then the fortune and they give you a comic book as you enter and this gets better: they have Pacman + 59 other uploaded 80s video games with a coin free machine. This just so happens to be my new favorite restaurant dedicated to the locals in Brooklyn who want a Vegan/Vegetarian meal with some fun. 🙂 And I will be sure to return to their brunch during the weekend in which they showcase local dj’s and soon singer/songwriters which also just so happens to be a genre of music I can;t live without.

I went home early: happy with my experience, the time I shared with my friend and the friendly staff of my new favorite restaurant. And now I sit, relaxing with a glass of red wine, something I only have started to drink recently, once again. Listening to soft music stream  from my laptop and the affectionate foster cat, Tricia curled into a furry ball on my bed looking perfectly at peace and typing the conclusion to my blog entry for the evening.

I fantasize of simple surprises that may happen….

And, I finally give in…

to anything that comes my way.

Life, throw your best shot..

for I am able to handle you and your incredible successes and fails…

For I am at peace with fate.

02.08.12: Cherry Bomb!

Can’t stay at home, can’t stay at school
Old folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street I’m the girl next door
I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for….

I really don’t like the outfit I put on for today so I am just going to improvise and still write my daily post but it will not showcase my outfit for the day.

Photo booth Project from Dust & Grooves, a top Record Collectors Blog

This picture was taken for The Dust & Grooves Blog at a record fair.

Just by looking at this picture: What do you think one of my favorite items happen to be? Records! The history behind them, the sound (of course!), the smell, the feel..I adore records. I will go and hang out in record shops as much as I can. Which brings me to why I am writing this post:

Bleeker Bob’s is closing and I am actually quite upset about this;

Bleecker Bob's

This iconic record shop is known for its history and wide variety of records and has had shops all over the world. It has been based in NYC since probably the 70s and I grew up going here with my father (what a surprise), knowing Bob pretty well and watching the store surprisingly stay the same throughout its years here in NYC. I recently found out that it is closing down after all these years and though I knew it would happen eventually as the world moves on to iTunes and iPods and sadly, even I am to blame when on the go. But if I can choose between a record or a CD and let’s not even include an MP3 playing off of our computers, I would choose a record.

*Hello Daddy, hello Mom
I’m your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Hello world I’m your wild girl
I’m your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb

As I previously stated: records have history. They actually carry stories from each owner if they are used and or if they are then they have the chance to begin a story. I love it when I find records that will sometimes have about 2 or 3 names and they have been crossed out because this is what everyone did in the 60s, 70s, 80s etc. I always try to think of how excited the owner must have been when purchasing it or receiving it in some way!

Imagine;

Receiving Space Oddity in 1969 when it came out? I would have been waiting on the line outside of the record shop shaking with excitement until I held this gem in my hands. (Look how happy I am just to hold it in the above picture!)…

Stone age love and strange sounds too
Come on baby let me get to you
Bad nights cause’n teenage blues
Get down ladies you’ve got nothing to lose

I may not have a large collection now due to life changes last year unfortunately, but I will begin to rebuild my collection and there’s a player at home.

But back to Bleeker Bob’s. I used to go in there with my father and go through each and every record and not really knowing what I was picking, pull them out and look at them. My father had one of the biggest collections I have ever seen (up until recently) where he would continuously play them from morning to evening and like I had said in a previous post; I’d be singing along all day. My first record ever bought was The Monkees.

Records are a part of me and why must the world lose sight of the beauty of them? You just can’t purchase music the same way any longer. We have become accustomed to being lazy, basically. Does anyone really want to go into town and look for their music? Why when at home we can just download from our beds with our pajamas on?

So I may be a Cherry Bomb because the Runaways say so but they had a record, an amazing one. Ah the love I have for this band and how their song’s punkish lyrics streamed to me and I wanted to dance to the subway. I did sing…

Hey street boy whats your style
Your dead-end dreams don’t make you smile
I’ll give ya something to live for
Have ya, grab ya til your sore

So tonight my plan is right before I meet my friend for a girls night of dinner and a show at Rockwood Music Hall that my friend Joy Askew is playing at: I will be running around and hanging at some record shops in the East Village and might even buy one to hold onto for the rest of my life and create my own stories with it. One day, I will be cool.

Did you ever see “Almost Famous”? One of my favorite movies of all time just because it highlights the need for records at least at the time the movie takes place. We need music to thrive in this world.

Keep buying records and pay a visit to Bleecker Bob’s before New York City loses another landmark.

I’m your ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb…

01.24.12: You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you…..Don’t you?

If you know me, you know that I really am not vain…..

Last night was about me as I strolled over to the Bowery near the West Village and to 9 Bleeker, the Yippie Museum Cafe to check on some things, catch up with my mom and watch the Chinese New Year event a bit.

Whenever I am strolling in the city, I need my iPod in fact sometimes I can not even imagine living without it (though I had for a few weeks this summer!), you notice that NYC has a soundtrack because every song that comes on affects you.  As certain songs came on, I realized, right now, is a date with myself and I can be as vain as I choose. I held my chin up high, walking directly towards the direction I was going and without a care in the world dodged people, and chaos.

This city is a lonely place, I have many wonderful friends but deep down; sometimes I am just..alone. New York is known for everyone having busy schedules and barely anytime for anyone else but themselves.  I don’t believe in this, I believe in going out of my way to see the people I miss most. But last night, as I briskly walk to the West Village I just realize, I should throw myself into moments such as these, where for once I can just enjoy my time. That’s right, MY time for now. The rain felt nice on my head as I let my obvious natural waves soak in the drops. I felt revived, for just that instant.

I met up with my mother and we walked to Rice, one of my favorite places to eat in the West Village, not only do they have a separate vegan menu but they are mostly gluten free..this make someone with my allergies and restrictions a very happy lady. After sipping a glass of White wine, enjoying the company of my mother and basically confiding details of my everyday life to her, it is easy to see why I love my mom, really, she supports me in every decision I make and is ultimately proud of me and she means it.  I may have ended up with my father’s confidence and strength to view my opinions and stand up for my rights (not to mention activism) but I ended up with my mothers love and empathy.  Without these two people, I would not be the beautiful…and honestly, not so vain person that I am.

Still a little bit at peace with that glass of wine I decided that we would stroll on over to Whole Foods where I had to do a bit of shopping, and that’s exactly what I did. My favorite two items were: Lavender Bath Salts & Jasmine/Lavender incense, yes…this is my way of romancing MYSELF. Decadence at it’s finest.  🙂

Delicious.

We chatted a bit more and I let her listen to some nice music on my iPod,  she enjoyed it, closing her eyes and apparently moved by the vocals.

After leaving each other on the train I decided though it was late, I would take a stroll in Park Slope, why? Because I wanted inspiration; I am craving a slight get away and needed this as a little pick me up though the evening fell a bit brisk with the rain..I got off the train at Union Street in Brooklyn and half ran some of the way until I decided to get on the train again. The conclusions I come to myself as I do this are always rejuvenating, I am filled with joy as I run: yes in heeled boots and carrying a purse, but the energy that seizes me is intense.

When I arrived home, I spent the rest of the night first watching a bit of  TV with Jacquelyn &  enjoying a peaceful bath with my new bath salts. When I returned to my room I lit the incense and soaked in the sweet aroma of having the rest of the night to myself.

And now I bring you to my outfit for today:

Local Design Retro Dress

Black & Red Bow Cardigan

This morning I stepped out to the bright of the sun’s rays;

So I run, and I run, to the bright and shining sun
Yes I run and I run to the bright and shining sun

And again, feeling positive, turned up my iPod and briskly walked to the subway with my chin held up high, I knew that this would be just another lovely day in my life and there is no need to feel lonely when I have so many wonderful people by my side but most of all, I have myself.

So I run, and I run, to the bright and shining sun
Yes I run and I run, to the bright and shining sun
I won’t let the days melt into a haze,
I want to feel my heart I want to be amazed
So I run and I run to the bright and shining sun….

(First songs lyrics: You’re so vain by Carly Simon and second song  “To the Bright and Shining Sun” lyrics are by my long time friends band: The Walls,  (Dublin, Ireland) & the word for today is: swimmingly….

01.19.12: There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back……

It was bright blue skies as my friend from work, Kate and I strolled to grab lunch at Organic Avenue in the West Village..

We were speaking enthusiastically of our office party at The Standard that was going to be happening that night when we passed this mural and knowing how much I adore Kate’s new mod inspired coat: had to snap this photo.

Mod Street:

Shimmy, shimmy all night long now,
Shimmy, shimmy the whole day through now,
Shimmy, shimmy the whole night too,
I can shimmy, yeah, whoa! Come on! Whoa!….

My office party was held on top of The Standard Hotel in the West Village of Manhattan, a beautiful and pleasant venue overlooking Manhattan’s Skyline.

Inspiring View!

Now, you all want to see my dress, don’t you? You know the one I was ecstatic about- my dream dress? Let me start off by mentioning that it is a beautiful chiffon dress from the 50s that my friend had given to me from her own personal collection….I knew this was the one:

Lucy in the sky with diamonds...

My tiara is a sentimental piece of adorned jewelery…

I noticed that several of my other friends also went mod for this occasion or just looked magnificent…

Robyn is always beautiful and she is a mommy to be! 🙂

My friend Nick showed up looking quite dapper and mod!

Rocking it Mod

And Kate…did not have any buttons but she did have on an amazing 80s inspired dress that suited her perfectly.

The night was a great success as we all celebrated our 10th Anniversary and danced, spun and partied into the night.  We looked out at the view, thinking of where our lives are right now and all came to the conclusion that we are happy right then, with our friends on top of the cities lights.

I felt like a whimsical fairy twirling away on the dance floor…

Till next time.

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