Happy Blues

Happy Blues

New York chillin is what I call it. When the last call for sunlight sounds, and feels, like heaven.  And running my mouth with the sis gets me back into a groove. In my happy blues, thanking God for the 95% chance of a coffee shop on the next block. He delivers every...

Meet Grandma Marie

Excuse the iPhone mixed with bad lighting photos. If you can get past it, I know it’s hard, fix your eyes on this one-of-a-kind dress worn by the beautiful Joanie. It was the perfect dress for the pre-wedding festivities. But get this, the dress is over 30 years...
Eat Dance, Repeat

Eat Dance, Repeat

When you have rushed and excited people together, you are likely to have a hyper fest. If trunk shows are supposed to be more conservative, well this was a fail. But in my book, it’s going down as an A+ good time! Perhaps I lost a customer or two by dancing...

I’m Back with an Official Introduction

Have you ever walked so fast that the only thing separating you from a flat-out sprint is the distance between the bottom of your feet and the ground. New York does that to me every time. Against my will: “Why the heck am I walking so fast?” Either way, my...
Up For Air

Up For Air

I’ve been cooped up in my home for the last few weeks pounding away at a smoking sewing machine. Literally smoking. There’s a reason why industrial machines exist. My first trunk show is this week, Thursday to be exact, and the pressure’s on. Not...