She wore a black patent beret *In my Prince voice*. I can’t get that sung out of my head since taking these pics. I bought this beret back in the fall and forgot about it. I actually forgot about all my hats except for the beanies I wore every day while looking a hot mess. Since the beret is giving me Black Panther vibes and it’s Black History month, I put together this casual militant look.
Early on in my blogging career, I didn’t find a lot of families that looked like mine. I knew I had to create a blog that I wanted to read. I decided to be an unapologetic black mother and share my life. I share recipes, home decor, the relationship with my husband, weaves and natural hair. This is me and my black family.
Getting my Marie Kondo on and decided to clean out my coat closet next to my garage door entrance. This closet has been a catchall for my husband. He put any and everything in there. I only used the closet to house paper towels and my broom. This is the last closet that doesn’t have new shelving. I think that’s why I didn’t use it. I finally decided to tackle it. Check out my before and after.
Let me start off by saying no matter what my weight is, I’m going to make the best of it. Even though I can make it “Do what it Do” doesn’t mean I still don’t want to get back to my “Happy” size and or weight. My entire closet is filled with clothes for my Happy size. I think we all have a Happy size.
In October after my trip to Turks and Caicos where I drunk and ate around the clock, I was over it. I was at my highest weight outside of being pregnant. I was actually wasn’t that far away from my delivery weight. That’s when I told myself I had to do something. I did. I ate right and shed a few pounds in just two weeks. Then Thanksgiving came. I threw it all out the window. Then the holidays came and I experienced seasonal depression for a couple of weeks. Food was my comfort. I gained everything I lost back and then some. I could only wear sweatpants. I was over it. So I decided it was time for me to get it together.
I’m going to go ahead and wish you a Happy Black History Month. To keep it real, we need to celebrate Black History every month, every day. As a people, I think we are doing a great job of highlighting our achievements all year long. Now that the girls are getting older and can better understand, I’m going to do my best to understand why Black History is so important but it won’t be easy.