This past weekend has been filled with so many celebrations and milestones that I am having a hard time just trying to remember them all.. so I figured it was time for a blog post!.
My emotions have been dragged in every direction this week starting with an impromptu date night to see The Butler.
Now if you have not yet seen this movie, I highly suggest that you absolutely go see it.
It is one that I also believe Forest Whitaker should win an Oscar for and one that I think Oprah Winfrey should get an Oscar Nomination for.
I have to be honest, I cried through this whole entire movie.
I don't know if its because of my pregnancy hormones or if I would've cried either way, but I would like to say that I would've cried either way.
And not that The Butler is a sad movie but it touched me in such a way.
See for me, it depicted stories that I heard about growing up. My grandmother and even my mother would tell me their stories of what it was like to live during the civil rights movement. My uncle was a freedom rider. My great grandmother's grandfather worked as a domestic to a President. There were so many things that just sounded so familiar to me - not to mention the one line that stuck out to my entire family in the movie where they were talking about how they read something in the "Black Newspaper in Baltimore." That newspaper they were referring to is the Afro-American Newspaper and that Newspaper, still in existence today was started by my Great-Grandfather.
See for me, it depicted stories that I heard about growing up. My grandmother and even my mother would tell me their stories of what it was like to live during the civil rights movement. My uncle was a freedom rider. My great grandmother's grandfather worked as a domestic to a President. There were so many things that just sounded so familiar to me - not to mention the one line that stuck out to my entire family in the movie where they were talking about how they read something in the "Black Newspaper in Baltimore." That newspaper they were referring to is the Afro-American Newspaper and that Newspaper, still in existence today was started by my Great-Grandfather.
As you can see the movie just brought so many things full circle. Just watching Cecil Gaines have a full circle moment and to know that it was indeed inspired by a real man's life who lived in D.C., who's wife really did pass away on election day 2008... needless to say is something so touching that it just makes you want to cry. At least for me - I can remember where I was and exactly how I felt when Barack Obama was elected and I hope to be able to tell my daughter that story one day.
SO - moving on to other things that happened over the past weekend.
We had a wedding to go to.
I was so over my summer curly that it was time to do something a little bit different.
I went to my trusty Dominican Shop and had them blow it out for me.
I had them trim my hair when I first got pregnant knowing that my hair would grow throughout this pregnancy and boy was I happy that it all grew back and then some. It was just to my chin before and now its a good 5 inches down my back. WOOT WOOT!
Hey the struggle to grow hair when you're natural is real sometimes.
I had gotten these clip in extensions for the first time at Delta Convention and I felt like it would be a perfect weekend to give them a try. I went with clip in extensions because I didn't want to have my hair braided for a full sew in nor did I want to put weave glue in my hair as soon as I got it so fresh and so clean.
I was praying that they wouldn't slip out and that they would blend like I had been told since I got a really good deal on them.
I curled and rolled the extension pieces separate from my hair and then attached them and blended them with my natural hair.
Can you tell? Probably because I showed you a before pic.. but without it, I think that my clip ins served me well... of course because of the humidity my hair fell almost immediately but hey! I was happy when I left the house at least.
We went to the wedding of some good friends Mr. and Mrs. Savage.
It was such a beautiful ceremony and it almost made me want to go and have our wedding all over again!
Then, we had to attend an event for the 6th year anniversary for my sister's blog, The Fab Empire (www.thefabempire.com) which is a nightlife blog for D.C., N.Y., Baltimore and Boston. My sister has really made a name for herself in the D.C. Nightlife area and has always had major sponsor support from natural hair care product lines and liquor sponsors like Ciroc and Coors Light.
Her event is like a networking reunion of the socialites of D.C. and she wanted me to be there per usual as a means of support. Afterall, when she first started blogging, I was one of her correspondents.
Her event is like a networking reunion of the socialites of D.C. and she wanted me to be there per usual as a means of support. Afterall, when she first started blogging, I was one of her correspondents.
As a former Fab Girl I could not let my sister down.
The hard part is, what does the pregnant girl wear to the club?
I had a hard time figuring this out because I wanted to look cute but I didn't want to look like I was in denial, like some pregnant women I know.. case in point : Fergie and Kim K.
So after deciding on a dress.. I figured it was time to whip out the longer extensions!
Hey why not? The more hair the merrier, I say..
Here is my gorgeous sister and I at her event.. Ciroc debuted Ciroc Amaretto for the first time in D.C. at her event.. she is such a tastemaker.
I swear we look like a before and after picture - or as she told me, she looks like a giraffe standing next to me. We used to look so much more alike.. ah this DARN 'LOVE' WEIGHT!
But post baby, I may not get down to her size, but trust and believe my goal is close to a single digit number. I was there when I met my husband so I know I can get back there if I put my mind to it! Enough is enough! Time to get back to looking like a hot mama!
To round things out - since where the event was, we literally parked across the street from The White House and my husband has never been (outside of an Inauguration Event) we took a quick stroll to say hey to our child's godparents, Barack and Michelle. (LOL, I am kidding) In my dreams though!
My husband says he is giving me his "thug" face.. I told him, there are no 33 year old thugs. He needs to let that go and look more happy to be out with my wife in future pics.
Finally, CONGRATS!!!
To my daughters future besties!
Rekita of Her and Nicole, who designed this beautiful blog of mines gave birth to her daughter Carmyn. And my coworker/neighbor, Kendra gave birth to her daughter, Camryn this morning.
Funny thing is, back in my single days, I swore my own daughters name would be on of those names and spelled exactly like that.. but nope I married a man who chose an even more complicated, yet beautiful name for our daughter. I can't wait to share it!