Scranton Scrapping

I'm so excited for this coming weekend. It will be filled with photo dreams and flea market thrifting fantasies.

Dear Fashion Gods,

Please please please let me find a vintage denim jumpsuit and a DVF vintage wrap dress that some old lady's children threw out because they knew no better. I've been a good lil FASHIONSNOB as of late.

Bless me..I deserve it!

Lady Squeeze

Be Kind

we are always asked

to understand the other person's

viewpoint

no matter how

out-dated

foolish or

obnoxious.

one is asked

to view

their total error

their life-waste

with

kindliness,

especially if they are

aged.

but age is the total of

our doing.

they have aged

badly

because they have

lived

out of focus,

they have refused to

see.

not their fault?

whose fault?

mine?

I am asked to hide

my viewpoint

from them

for fear of their

fear.

age is no crime

but the shame

of a deliberately

wasted

life

among so many

deliberately

wasted

lives

is.

-Charles Bukowski

Chris Brown - No Bullshit..I forgive you

Even after everything..you could get it...
Haters...Fuck You.

We Miss You

Currently Obsessed

Sia= a wonderous, golden, resplendent pockeful of artistic sunshine.
I dedicate this song to none other than myself.
Why thank you Lady Squeeze.
You're Welcome Bitch.

If I were a .....

Thanks Billy

Looking Back

Bowie was the second concert young lady squeeze had the pleasure to wear a church dress too. That tour as of course the "Let's Dance" tour of 1983. I can still feel the total rush of emotions that ran through my whole body when the beats started pulsating and the lights started blinking and out stepped the Thin White Duke. my little legs started moving to the beat but that's alll that really moved cuz I was so embarrassed to actually dance like I had practiced in my mirror sooo sooo many nights leading up to the conchairto.

The moment my mom told my older brother that she got 3 tickets from her job for the Bowie concert and that he had no damn choice (her words)but to take me with him and his friend, young lady squeeze started plotting her outfit. Being that this was only the second concert I had ever been to (the first being Prince's Purple Rain tour, accompanied my my mom who wore a homemade one shouldered zebra stripped jumpsuit and it was totally embarrassing. Anyway, the point of the story is that I wore a damn church dress to see David Bowie. How I wish I could turn back time....if I could find a way.

This video Ashes to Ashes came out in 1980 and to me is one of the more interesting videos that Bowie put out.

For The Gays!

Kelly...I fricking loves it!
Matthew Knowles...suck hot sweaty balls.

Last Nite :((((

someone lost their life across the street from my house. 4 shots and then silence and then the sound of people rushing the scene to see what happened. If you have never experienced or lived in an area where shootings are like the air you breathe everyday...you can't imagine the feeling. That feeling is even worsened when you have children.

I have children.

2 beautiful bright rays of sunshiny goodness that live amongst the madness that makes up New York. Don't get me wrong. I don't live Boyz in the Hood styles but random shootings are a very real part of life in my neighborhood. Just this past Sunday I was in Brownsville ( a part of New York that to me is like the Wild Wild West) visiting and when I walked out to go home I saw a three car pile up. Being the nosey person that I am, I walked over to see what was what. There were police and a local news camera there. i heard people talking about what happened. "I saw dude get pulled out of the car. He got shot in the head and was trying to get away but didn't know he was shot in the head and ended up crashing into 2 cars head on." This coming from a young lady who could not have been more that 14. She said it with such calmness. It was weird but I understood the calm. When you live and breathe that type of atmosphere it's a normal to you as water. There was another lady who was there and the only thing she was concerned about was the fact that she had called the local news and the news guy was not interested in putting her on camera. People are crazy I thought. Then I thought, Bitch you are just as crazy for being right over here, all up in it, observing. Right after that though process, I got the hell outta dodge.

I wonder what's gonna happen next in my neighborhood, on my block. Are the Hey Ma's and the yo Sexi's ever gonna learn the violence and thuggery are not cool or cute or any bit progressive? This can't be life but for many of them it is. It saddens and scares me. It really does.

Bock Bock Bock Bock

4 shots rang out

then he dropped

to the streets that he loved

from his bike he fell in the dark

Oh My God

Oh My God

people flood

puddles of blood

yo yo yo somebody call 911

cops come

yo somebody call 911

no movement

only tears

people screaming

fears

was it hey sexi

or

yo ma

was it the young boy on the block

who grew up from little to the man who now sells rocks?

whoever it was they are dead from 4 shots

Jay Z said it best when he rapped this:

purple haze

Billy Boy- I Love You

This cartoon is dedicated to my favorite Billy Boy.

Billy thanks for making my blog look delicious.

Check out his devilish blog HERE. NOT for the faint of heart:)

Bitch is as Bitch Does

So I painted this on Friday and I'm a tad bit aggravated cuz since I'm a relatively new "artist" I never know what materials or paint brushes to use. i just go and buy anything that's on clearance and go to town. I use a lot of stencils and stuff on my projects and to adhere them to the canvas I use
 this

the only issue i seem to be facing is that if I apply the stuff with my fingers i get no brush stroke impressions and If i use a brush I get the annoying impressions.
When I painted my Bitch painting above, I went over the whole painting with my turkey baster brush ( OK I know it sounds crazy but it was the biggest brush I had) and it left stroke impressions. So annoying.

Misfit

by Curiosity Killed the Cat is one of my all time favs of yesteryear. This video was directed by none other that Andy Warhol.My favorite boy is Julian. He had to be one of Andy's favs as well cuz he only named him and Miguel. I wonder why? I wanted to know the name of all the boys. The lead singers dance moves are too exciting for me to take. He makes me want to dance dance dance. I love the 80's.

Bored

Never Popped off Pop

Chills

This lady's energy is beyond anyone outside of Miss Lena Horne when it comes to live performances. This song haunted me when I was younger and Lena's song and video below is haunting my ass now. Oh music...why do ya do me like ya do?






Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease the candle flame
A thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the years ran away
Yesterday when I was young
So many lovely songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/bIv ]
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
That never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly quickly died
The friends I made all seemed somehow drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay
For yesterday....when I was young, young, young,......young

I'm Alive

even after i sweated about 10 pound off this morning during my very first Hot Yoga session. I am a newbie to regular old Yoga anyway, which I love love love by the way, so I thought I'd take it a step further by Hot Yogga-ing it up at a 6:30 am class this morning.

You walk into a room that feels a bit warm but to me all Yoga rooms feel like a sweat box before you even do one pose. Hot Yoga is an entirely different kinda of hot. It's jungle hot and

kind of scary considering that you are not allowed to leave the room during the 90 minute session.

I told my friend that I was taking it and she was like,"Girl, you crazy! How hot do they heat the room? I said, "I think to 130 degrees." She said,"WHAT?!?.. You Gotta be kidding me"

Honestly, I really did think that somewhere I heard that they heat the room up to 130 degrees but it's really to like 110 or something.

I already sweat like I wear leather in Jamaica during regular yoga. So you can imagine the slippery sweat that was a fallin during this stuff. I thought I would faint and or throw up in that damn room. It sort of feels like you are being locked in a steam room sans the steam.

So there we were, KC, SG and me. KC is is most experienced the realm of Yoga. SG and I are novices..totally and the least flexible. I can't even touch my damn toes. it was a good feeling to know that I had a non flexible bond with SG. I was a tad bit tight that the two white girls in the class were flexible fannies all day long. They were posing like Madonna. Oye Vay....maybe one day Court.

The Yoga instructor kept telling us to focus and our eyes in the mirror only I couldn't see my eyes cuz I didn't have on my glasses or contacts so I focused on this.

Don't ask me why.

Anyway, I made it through and walked all the way to work after with a pep in my step. I did feel like my legs were a bit cock with it too.

Aren't you supposed to feel like you have tons of energy after such a sweaty workout? If so, why do I want to crawl under my desk, behind the bubble wrap and fall fast asleep?

Vintage NEVER dies

There are few things that bring me more excitement than my love of vintage clothing.

It will always remain my biggest vice. Now that the years have added up to qualify me as officially grown (despite having given birth to 2 delicious humans), my search for all things Vintage have taken me to uncharted territories.

Designer Vintage......just the thought makes my mouth water.

I found this Vintage YSL Swing coat for a disgustingly cheap price of 26 bucks.

That's how I like it.

Please excuse the beyond generic photo. I still have no camera after being robbed last Halloween. My lovely children did replace my stolen Ipod with an Ipod touch for Mama's Day so at least I am walking with music once again. I am still saving my pennies for my dream camera.