Arrogance/pride says “I’m not going to tell them what i want because if they love me they should know what I want”
That stubbornness will ruin your relationship/friendship
That’s a promise
Open your mouth
And
Say
What
You
Want
It’s not a person knowing all my needs that let me know they care. It’s how they react once I articulate my needs. When I tell them what makes me happy, and i see them making the effort to do the thing, that’s how i know they care
But it’s not fair to expect someone to do something they don’t know to do
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14. What’s your dream? How has it changed over the years?
Well… I don’t know that it has so much. I dream about a lot of the same things… travel, my own home, financial success, career recognition. I have the partner I was looking for and I suppose in some ways I’m closer to the other things but ‘m not there yet. I don’t think my dreams are that different from anyone else’s.
If I tell you I need you, do not take it lightly. I do everything I can to never have to depend on anyone, to never show weakness. And if I say I that I need you it means I am trusting you to catch me if I fall.
Currently editing another video for y’all to get a look at my process. I have to say I really enjoy making videos. It’s fun to look back and see my work from a different point of view. I also like to show y’all how much time goes into my pieces. They’re a labour of 💗💗💗😍 https://www.instagram.com/p/BmesX1SnsGq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=y402yo4j65l3
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Try to stop comparing yourself to everyone else and their own progress. You will still discover yourself piece by piece, regardless of where everyone else is at.
please listen to this poor man losing his shit as he reads an article blaming millenials for killing the mayonnaise industry that was written by a babyboomer upset people don’t want to eat her bland salads anymore
PLEASE TURN THE SOUND ON
OH MY GOD
Okay, I have to go to bed and can’t listen to the entire 23-minute linked full version tonight, but, uh… but the tab is definitely getting left open for tomorrow.
I guess this is what happens when I work until 12:30. I’m too wired now to go to sleep.
I have a client coming in the morning to pick up an order. At least she won’t be here until about 10:30. I should be up and running by then. I mean I hope these days you never know…
I think generally I walk through this world with whatever confidence I have because I’ve worked damn hard on myself to grow into a person I could be proud of. I’ve also worked very hard to drown out and de-program myself from the negativity that’s come at me since I was young, whether it be from people I knew or society at large.
My intelligence, my curiosity, my love of learning, those are things that I am proud of and they made me feel confident about myself. I think there’s something about my stature that imbues me with a certain level of confidence too… when you’re tall and have a commanding presence people sort of automatically tend to respond to you in a certain way. My looks help too… I think I’m attractive on some days lol. It’s kind of a whole bunch of things rolled into one I guess.
Although I get a lot of external validation about my work, it doesn’t particularly boost my confidence because I see my artistic talent as a given. Yes I’ve worked on it but it’s never been challenging in the way that other things have been in my life. That said, seeing the financial growth of my business, knowing that I did all that hard work to get myself there, has really helped how I feel about myself as a business person. It was something I knew nothing about and considering my lack of experience and how little I started with, I’m proud of where I am now and it’s given me a definite confidence boost and expanded my capacity to dream bigger.
I always wonder, when you see movies and tv shows where someone is performing cunnilingus (I love that word) on someone else, how the hell do they DO it without the actor not actually having to get their face all up in the cooch? Cause it looks like they’re all up in there and how many camera tricks and angular shots can you use to fake that kind of closeness?
Also on that note, remember when Blue Valentine came out in 2010 and it got an NC-17 rating because and only because of the scene where Ryan Gosling’s goes down on Michelle Williams? I have to say the movie and tv world has gotten a lot more relaxed about seeing women receive oral pleasure cause I find I’ve been seeing it a lot lately. And I am very happy for it. It’s about damn time.
“The right person makes consistent deposits into your heart and sees you as a long term investment. The wrong person makes withdrawals and leaves you emotionally and mentally bankrupt.”
That experience, that unique, profound experience of falling in love for the first time… that beautiful ethereal sensation of a brief summer romance… I had that. Over and over. It’s an exquisite sort of pain. I lived for it, every summer when I would come home and have to get reacquainted with Chris. We would fall in love all over again and by the time the vacation was over our hearts would break as we once again had to part for another six months… maybe more.
I never thought about it as something different or unusual but it was. So special. I’m so grateful to have had that. It’s beautiful.
My studio looks like a leaf-making factory lately. I’m trying to make enough pieces to supply both stores that I sell at along with orders from my clients and stock for markets. I’d also like to supply my online stores.
My intention this year was to expand to a few more stores but it’s kind of unrealistic right now. I don’t have the time and I’m not sure I have the money either. I may at some point have to outsource some of my pieces. Thinking about it. In the meantime however my right arm has built up some nice muscles from sawing. I’m going to have to try sawing with my left hand just to balance it out.
Lawyer: “Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?” Witness: “No.” Lawyer: “Did you check for blood pressure?” Witness: “No.” Lawyer: “Did you check for breathing?” Witness: “No.” Lawyer: “So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?” Witness: “No.” Lawyer: “How can you be so sure, Doctor?” Witness: “Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.” Lawyer: “But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?” Witness: “Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.”
Actual quotations taken from official court records.
I’d say right off the top of my head that probably the trip I took to Hawaii in my senior year of college was my favourtie. I went to Maui with a good friend of mine, Philip. We both really love nature so the whole time we were there we spent it exploring the island. We had a lot of really cool experiences, like driving through a pineapple farm and stopping at a cliffside only to have a car pull up and two guys jump off the cliff, hang gliding. Another day we’d been driving all day and stopped, unknown to us, near the observatory. We saw a school of humpback whales swimming past as we sat on the hood of the car, and as the sun very slowly went down, the stars came out in a blaze that we’d never known was possible to see with the naked eye. We went snorkeling with baby sharks on an atoll off the coast, we drove 10,000 feet up to an active volcano, visited a black sand beach, got caught in a torrential rainfall at night in the middle of the rainforest. We both got tattoos while there to commemorate our visit. It was a truly amazing trip that affected us both profoundly.
Was not expecting Switzerland. Have you been back?
I went back about 15 years ago. My best friend from high school was living in Geneva, where I was born so I took a couple weeks and visited. We went to the Italian side of the country travelling through the Alps by train, it was a beautiful journey and Lugano was charming. Geneva was much as my parents had described it. The people were quite cold. People sometimes ask me why I have never chosen to live there (I am eligible for residency). Well it’s expensive as hell and I have no connection to the place and it feels sterile and unfriendly. Switzerland is beautiful. But I did not enjoy my time there.
Release your resistance and attachment to outcome to allow for the Universe to work it’s magic and deliver to you anything and everything you ask for. Know that you deserve everything that brings you joy.
Where did you grow up? How often have you moved? Where do you live now?
Well damn this one can kinda be long. I’ll try to condense it because the easiest answer is just to give a timeline.
I was born in Switzerland. When I was about six months old we moved to Guyana, my father was doing research for his doctorate. I have memories of living there.
We moved back to Switzerland before moving to Trinidad just before I turned two. I remember the move vividly.
We lived in Trinidad until I was 10. Then we moved to Caracas, Venezuela. We lived there until I graduated from high school.
Then I moved to Miami for college. After college I moved back to Trinidad and I have been here ever since.
I’ve moved houses over 20 times in my life. I would call the area of Maraval where my parents’ home is the place where I’m from in Trinidad even though they didn’t move here until I was 21. But when people want to give me shit about being “town people” I am quick to remind them that I spent my childhood in east Trinidad in St. Augustine. Although Trinidad is home, part of me has always remained halfway outside. That’s how it goes I guess. Maybe once I submit my greencard application I’ll eventually move back up to the States again someday. But as it stands, meh. I’m alright here.
For those of you who don’t know Bangladesh, it is a small country right beside India and Myanmar.
I am a Citizen of Bangladesh
This is a plea for help.
On 29th of July 2018, 7 school going students were killed by a reckless bus driver. The students protested with slogans on the same bus stand.
Since then All students of Bangladesh are protesting for safer roads and more strict regulations.
Their intention was never to harm even a single person. Neither it is now.
But today POLICE AND PEOPLE OF CHHATRO LEAGUE(a student council that’s controlled by the government) tortured students with tear shell, they beat students brutally (on 4th August 2018). The students are trying to defend themselves with sticks and tree branches that they’ve found on the streets.
WE NEED YOUR HELP. PLEASE.
LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IN BANGLADESH.
WE DON’T HAVE ACCESS TO OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA SPECIALLY FACEBOOK(that’s our primary social platform) AND WE ARE IN DESPERATE NEED OF INTERNATIONAL HELP. PLEASE HELP US,PLEASE SPREAD THE NEWS. WE ARE IN DANGER.
If you can’t do anything else,please signal boost this.
Taking advantage of the weather to stay indoors and get some work done. #monstera earrings in production. #brass #handmade #jewelry #earrings #leaves #sundara
Rupiya (silver coins) issued in the 1540s by the ruler of the Suri empire in northern India. Their name was carried down to today’s Indian currency, the rupee.
Wait, wait…. Is that seriously it? How their clothes go?
that genuinely is it
yeah hey whats up bout to put some fucking giant sheets on my body
lets bring back sheetwares
also chlamys:
and exomis:
trust the ancients to make a fashion statement out of straight cloth and nothing but pins
Wrap Yourself In Blankets, Call It a Day
Ok, yes, but guys, look
Prior to the Industrial Revolution, fabric was EXTREMELY time consuming to make, and as such, was extremely valuable. You have to grow your fiber, either in the ground or on an animal. You have to process the fiber. You have to spin the fiber. And spin, and spin, and spin. Spinning technology prior to the late Middle Ages consisted of a drop spindle. It takes forever and a day to spin enough thread to make fabric using a drop spindle – 10-30 times longer than to weave it, depending on how thick your yarn is and what weaving technology you are using. Then, once you are done with that endless task, you need to weave it. The examples in this post are all from Greece, where they used the warp-weighted loom, which is actually a rather efficient piece of weaving technology, but it’s still not as fast as the treadle loom (another late Middle Ages invention) and in no way comparable to a modern industrial loom (essentially the same machine as a treadle loom, but automated (except warping, which is still hell on earth even in 2018)). You know the saying “women’s work is never done”? That saying refers to the fact that unlike, say, field work, or mining, or smithing, spinning and weaving were started before dawn and carried on until after dusk, every day of the year, and there was always, always need for more.
After all of this, every piece of fabric that is made represents literally hundreds of hours of work. It is so valuable it was a standard form of currency before the invention of money. Egyptians piled linen high in their tombs as a show of wealth – and that linen was stolen by the grave robbers along with the gold and other precious artifacts. Textiles were one of the most valuable things you could steal when you pillaged a city. A primary reason for the warfare and raiding that was a consistent part of pre-modern Mediterranean/Near Eastern history was to acquire female slaves to produce textiles. Yes, cooking, cleaning, and sex were also reasons to acquire female slaves, but the economic reason was for textile manufacturing.
So if fabric is that valuable, you’re not going to waste it. You’re not going to make something tightly tailored, because as anyone who sews can tell you, cutting fabric to fit produces a lot of waste. In addition, the cloth of the ancient world was often much more loosely woven than cloth today, which is partly to do with weaving technology but most to do with the fact that the denser the cloth, the more threads there are in it, which means the more threads you have to spin for it, which means the time you have to spend making it has just gone up dramatically. Loosely woven cloth ravels like hell when you cut it, again as anyone who sews can tell you, and that makes it much more difficult to sew something nicely tailored. Needles and scissors are also items we take for granted, but are, in their modern form, relatively modern inventions and have, historically, been tricky items to make.
Thus, most of the clothing of the ancient Mediterranean/Near East was based on the rectangles of fabric that come directly off the loom. Much of China’s historical dress is similar, at least in the time frames we’re talking about. Throughout European/North African/Middle Eastern history, and in China until silk changed the game (at least for the rich), tailoring skill and technology has lagged behind cloth production skill and technology.
The famous painting from the early Renaissance where the woman is wearing a dress constructed using a truly obscene amount of fabric? That painting is often held up as an example of the sharp increase in the availability of material goods that is the hallmark of the European Renaissance (especially because it is of a merchant family and not nobles), and it is that. But it is also an example of a mode of dress that was difficult-to-impossible to achieve before the invention of the flyer wheel (for spinning) and treadle loom (for weaving), which made cloth take considerably less time to make and therefore considerably cheaper, and which also made cloth considerably more amenable to tailoring.
So yeah. You too would make fashion out of sheets if it took you most of a month of full-time work to produce one sheet.
I also want to point out that much of the historical dress of Sub-Saharan Africa and the Americas (in the places where cloth was used) is similar, it’s just based on narrow rectangles sewn together rather than large rectangles, because these are places where the backstrap loom and/or tubular loom remained the mainstay of weaving technology. Backstrap looms produce narrow lengths of cloth (15-18 inches is usually the limit), so with that weaving technology + some sewing, you get things like Central and South American ponchos and much of the traditional dress of Central and Western Africa.
Go read Women’s Work! I love this book sooooo much because it reorients history through the labour of women and the economic value of textiles, and it’s an absolute pleasure to read.
Also, silk is super precious because it can be used in summer and winter and takes color dyes differently to wool, lasts for ages and is still lightweight. And felt! Felted armour is a whole side topic that is very cool. Egyptian knitting and linen – the sheer amount of labour going into linen is just insane, and the way textiles would get made from the first fresh off the loom, down to the small scraps being recycled into multiple uses. Sumptuory laws are an incredibly interesting way to examine social status too.
Also, clothes got passed around over and over between people so having a garment that could be adjusted easily by pleating more or less, folding a bit higher or lower – extended the garment’s use. That’s where you get the lacing ties for bodices and stockings and what-nots on garments, so they could be adjusted to different body sizes.
One of my friends has a tendency of overstaying her welcome when she comes by me. She usually invites herself and stays for hours.
Today she stopped by with her husband to drop something off. I deliberately came down to meet them so they wouldn’t come in. They said they were going to lunch and invited me. I declined. Her husband wanted a smoke so they came up. Then she decided she wanted to show me a bunch of shit she bought so she went and got that.
I was hungry, I hadn’t showered for the day, I had shit to do and I was NOT in the mood for company. Eventually I said I had to get ready to run some errands to get them out of my house or who knows how long they would have stayed.
I feel invaded by this kind of behaviour. She (and I guess he too) seems oblivious. To me if someone doesn’t ask you in its likely cause they don’t want company. Don’t invite yourself in and then sit and have inane conversations with me about things I don’t care about. Read the room. I felt so annoyed. They do this every time they come over.
Sounds like a beautiful memory and a feeling of wanderlust I can almost taste and hear. Back then, what were your favorite foods and musical artists that you listened to?
Food? Gosh there’s so much that comes to mind. The street food in Caracas was amazing. The hot dogs and hamburgers would have a million toppings piled onto them. We used to stop at this place that had rotisserie chickens on a spit that were incredible. There was the German village, Colonia Tovar in the mountains that served sausages with sauerkraut, fresh strawberries with cream for dessert. El Junquito which you passed through to get there we’d stop and get fried pork rinds. There were cafes and restaurants everywhere and you could get fresh fruit smoothies and juices, fresh pressed coffee. Caracas had every type of restaurant you could imagine, you could eat at a different one every day and never repeat. There was a restaurant that specialized in ribs, they would fall off the bone they were so tender and delicious. The churrasquerias that served just meat, steak of any kind, they would bring a grill to the table and cook it right there. The Chinese restaurants that served the best Peking duck I have ever had anywhere in the world. One in particular we frequented where only the Chinese community in Caracas ate. The Spanish restaurants that served paella in pans as large as the entire table. There was this thing I forget the name of it, it was a half ripe fried plantain, whole, then squashed in a press and made flat filled with fresh cheese and something like cole slaw. It was absolutely delicious. Cachapas, corn pancakes filled with a thick slab of salty cheese, made right on the side of the road. There were bakeries on every corner filled with breads, cakes, and every type of pastry imaginable. Everywhere you looked there was a restaurant or a cafe to stop by.
Music? There were many local pop artists that are mostly unknown outside of there that I grew up listening to. Lots of salsa and merengue music. It was always in the background, always on the radio. I remember the mariachi band my mom hired for my father’s 50th birthday. I have memories of sitting in the town square in Guadalajara, Mexico every night and enjoying that too. There’s a specific type of Venezuelan music called gaita that they only play at Christmas time, that brings back such fond memories, Christmas over there was infectious and amazing. When I left reggeton was now coming into fashion. Of course were grew up listening to regular pop and rock music from the rest of the world too. I am sure I’m forgetting a lot, it was a long time ago. But so many of my memories are still so vivid.
Today I discovered this writer’s tactic to face her fear of rejection and failure, and it’s honestly very inspiring?! This kinda rewired my brain and I feel everyone should read and think about it.
I was watching a series today called Vida set in a Mexican-American neighbourhood of Los Angeles. The show features different aspects of Latino culture, sometimes clashing, centering around the lives several female characters. At the end of every episode they play a different, vivacious piece of music and it immediately pulls me back into growing up in Latin America.
I have a profound love for Latin culture that has grown and matured over the years from a state of immersion to appreciation. When I lived in Venezuela I was homesick for Trinidad for much of my time there. Everything, and I mean everything, was so profoundly different. But by my later years I felt more Venezuelan than Trinidadian. The culture, the food, the language, the music, the people, it had all become part of me. I grew up among people from other Latin countries too, some of my closest friends were from Mexico, Colombia, Peru, Argentina, Brazil. We absorbed each other’s customs, slang, accents.
I haven’t been back to Venezuela since the day I left in 1992. You would think that it being right there I might have at least visited. But I never felt the desire to go when it was still the place I knew, having so recently been there. And now that place no longer exists and I don’t want to go back and get my heart broken to see what it has become.
I have, however, been back to Mexico several times, a place I first visited in my teens and feel deeply in love with. When I think of Mexico I think of colour. There is art everywhere, it is just a part of life. The Aztec and Mayan culture is vibrant and very much alive. The people are warm and friendly, the food is spectacular. The music is ever present. Mexico reminds me of all the things I love about Latin America, all the places I’ve visited and those I have yet to see. It reminds me of what it was like to live in a large cosmopolitan city hearing Spanish all around me, the hustle and bustle of life, and all the flavour that comes with all things Latino. They are spirited people. Some part of me that stays dormant otherwise, awakens when I hear the music and language of the region I used to call home. It makes me feel warm and happy. It makes me miss mi vida anterior.
I skipped the past two days because I have explained my blog name more times than I care to recount and the other entry was like whatever.
That said, this will be incomplete because I am not putting up my middle name in a public forum on the internet. My parents chose it because it was French and I was born in a French-speaking country. It’s not an interesting story.
My first name is Natasha which is no secret. My father loved the name. Most of his closest friends married and had children before him and he kept suggesting they use the name for their daughters and none of them seemed too hot on it. So when I was born it was mine. This was back when it was still a relatively unknown name. It’s not that uncommon now. It is the pet name for Natalie, and it means “born around Christmas time” which I was, albeit a bit after. I like my name and I think it suits my fiery personality. It adds some spice to my extremely bland last name.
“LeBron really posted the cast of POSE on the cover of OUT magazine amongst the the other black women he posted about being positive examples for his daughter to look up to. He’s such a beautiful human being.”
Spiraling Walkway Amidst The Danish Forest Gives You A Stunning Aerial View
Copenhagen-based architecture studio Effekt has designed an immersive tree top experience in an attempt to establish a deeper bond between man and nature.
Sometimes I feel like I’m allergic to daytime. I could be feeling lethargic and sluggish all day, sleep constantly overcoming me, headaches and body pains. And as soon as the sun goes down I feel energetic and perky. No matter how shitty I feel during the daytime I always feel good at night. I hate the daytime. I hate waking up in the mornings. I would happily spend all my waking hours when the sun is down.
I had uploaded my dna testing results to another website a while back ago. There’s a bunch of sites where you can upload your data for all kinds of reasons. The one is a genealogy website. I logged onto it yesterday and found that I had a second cousin in the database. When I checked her family tree, our grandmother’s have the same last name (Chee Young).
I emailed her yesterday and she responded today. She doesn’t know much about that side of her family but her great grandfather was also from China.
I just did some checking… apparently according to the website we either share the same great- or great-great-grandparent. Huh. I wonder if she’s from his fist family in China. I kind of think we’re never gonna know exactly who the link is. But hey it’s cool to actually find a link.
I just made a sushi salad. It’s basically like making a deconstructed california roll. My avocado isn’t ripe yet so that’s missing but it’s got everything else. I haven’t made this in years and I’m wondering why. It’s just rice, vegetables and fake crab meat (cause I’m allergic). I made the dressing with rice vinegar, sugar, salt, wasabi, vegetable oil and toasted sesame seeds. It tastes like the real thing. I could eat this every damn day.
What is your heritage? Where are your ancestors from? How far back do you know your family’s history?
My ancestors have been in Trinidad for at least four generations which isn’t that long I suppose. There are sides of my family I don’t know that well so maybe longer.
My mother is Indian on her father’s side. Her mother was half Chinese and half Nigerian/Venezuelan. We grew up being well acquainted with the Chinese side of the family. I don’t know the Indian side that well.
My father’s maternal grandmother was Portuguese. His grandfather, from my knowlege was of English and African ancestry.
His paternal grandfather was Australian of English descent and he married a creole woman. He was apparently from a family of traveling actors who made their way to the Caribbean. We are supposed to have a large branch of the family in St. Vincent.
I’ve had my genealogy done and apparently we have some Turkish mixed in there. Interesting since people often mistook my dad (and sometimes me) for Arabic.
Beyond that and several stories that have been passed down there isn’t much else that we know.
Yeah. A few years ago when I was in Boston we had a small meetup with a bunch of tumblrs from the area. That was very cool. I’ve met several tumblrs here in Trinidad too. Everyone was pretty much exactly as I expected.
A week ago when I was doing the Pride Fair I showed one of my friends (also a jewelry maker) a pair of small brass monstera earrings I had made. She bought them off of me immediately. I then told her of the design I had in mind for the matching necklace. She then said to me, “Oh could you make just one for me and not make anymore?”
I think from the minute she saw my face she realized she had crossed the line. I was stunned by the audacity of her question. How dare she ask me to curtail my production of a piece so she could have the only one?
I diffused the situation with humour telling her I had already cut and pierced two pieces to make two necklaces so I could not possibly make just one. But I continued to feel shock at the fact that she would ask me that. Even when I make custom pieces for my clients they never ask me if their piece will be the only one in production. Quite frankly if they did I’d have no problem with that. But she knows I am making a collection of these particular pieces. I cannot for the life of me understand how she would think it appropriate to ask that she have the only necklace.
In the end I never ended up working on the piece while there as I had intended. I did not want her to have it. It left a bad taste in my mouth. I made one for myself today. I will make the other one whenever. I’m not selling it to her.
What do you think of celebrities? Is there anyone you’d like to meet?
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of celebrity. I’m well aware that they’re just people like everyone else but when someone is in the spotlight of fame it makes them seem much larger than life. Some people love it and relish the attention. Others don’t fare so well under the glare. I think fame tends to magnify people’s qualities. If you were an asshole before you’re gonna be a bigger asshole. If you were a kind, decent person before you’ll probably leverage that fame into doing good things.
I worked on a tv show in front of the camera many years ago and had my own miniscule brush with the idea of celebrity, in that people recognized me in public. I loathed it. I would never fare well being famous. Some days you are just in a pissy mood and want to be left alone and people want to talk to you, stare at you. I couldn’t handle it.
Anyone who I’d want to meet it’s only because they come across as a good, decent human being and I’d want to be in their presence. I’m not interested in meeting any of my heroes. People are just people after all. Very few people are truly extraordinary. And those that are, are often right within reach.
Having my homemade empanadas for breakfast and omg they taste ten times better this morning. All the flavours have settled and balanced out and they taste amazing now. Last night I found the seasoning a little strong but today it’s all mellowed and delicious and I’m doing a *happy dance* your girl can cook!
I love this about talking to people in faraway places. Once my friend called me from Antarctica when she was there doing fieldwork, and I still think that was one of the coolest things in the world!
My girlfriend called me from Singapore tonight and she was tripping out on the sounds of all the crickets and the frogs in the background because it was broad daylight over there, and we just took a moment to appreciate the technology that brought us there. Also remember when your friend just casually calling you from Singapore to say hi would have cost half the monthly rent? Now it’s free. Amazing.
I finally got around to making those empanadas today. They came out pretty decent. I made everything from scratch so it took too long for my liking so I probably wouldn’t make them again but for the sake of just making them it was a cool experience. They tasted good.
Throwback Thursday. A photo with you and someone you love. Tell us about your relationship.
This photo would have been taken when I was in my teens at some point, this is at the old Piarco airport I would have been flying back to Caracas after holidays in Trinidad. Most likely in the wee hours of the morning after Chris and all our friends went partying somewhere.
My relationship with Chris has been the most significant romantic relationship of my life. We have known each other since we were children and were each other’s first loves, first relationship. We were together for seven years long-distance during our teens and early twenties. I think he was a lot more serious about me than I was about him. He asked me to marry him when I was 15 and I honestly never saw it happening. I was a lot more cavalier about relationships in general than he was. But he never wavered in his desire to marry me and only me.
25 years later we finally did get married after having been apart for many years. It was not automatically easy as it had once been and it took us a while to get our bearings, figure out who we were now, to understand how we each had changed, and how it changed our relationship. But the core of “us” is very much there and thriving. I love seeing old photos of us when we were younger. Neither of us knew what life had in store for us but I’m glad we both found our way home again.
Responsibility, essentially. I remember being a kid and thinking that when I was a grown up I’d go out every night and party and have fun. When you’re young you have no idea that work is not like school, and that you won’t have nearly as much energy as you had as a kid. My parents were partiers too so for much of my childhood and adolescence they actually were out there having a good time. I’m much more of a homebody myself.
When I have all my bills paid I feel most like an adult. For me a lot of it has to do with money management as it’s something I’ve been very lax about for most of my life. I didn’t take to adult responsibility easily. But I’ve got it covered now.
Got part of Chris’s birthday present (it’s on the 22nd) and also picked up some stuff for myself because who doesn’t love tropical print tank tops on clearance (thanks Target!). Will hunt around for the rest of his present now that I have some time. Why are men so difficult to buy for?
Apparently target cancelled my order because my money isn’t good enough for them. steups. fine then
Got part of Chris’s birthday present (it’s on the 22nd) and also picked up some stuff for myself because who doesn’t love tropical print tank tops on clearance (thanks Target!). Will hunt around for the rest of his present now that I have some time. Why are men so difficult to buy for?
There is so much pride and love and nostalgia. His father threw him around like the child he used to be. Absolutely beautiful. Black fathers love their kids despite the allegedly bad reputation in social media.
Really loved this.
Beautiful.
The world needs more of this. Play this on repeat on a worldwide billboard. This man loves his son and isn’t afraid to show it.
soulsistrin 