Fabu Winter

I guess the fact that it’s cold enough outside to see your breath when you talk means winter is upon us.  It’s time to learn how to make fresh hot chocolate, not the kind that comes in these packets (I could have sworn they were the best thing on earth since sliced bread), a time to learn how to ice skate, or fall on your ass about a dozen times, a time to get close to someone and feel the love…….whateva!  No I’m kidding, go on, kiss! Fornicate as you like around an open fire . 

 I just think that it’s a great time revel in whatever beauty surrounds you.   I have come to recognize the cold of winter as a good friend who sometimes annoys you.  I would never have appreciated my blasting NYC apartment heat, if it wasn’t so damned cold outside.  I bet there are tons of you out there who feels the same way, right?  I used to look at winter as a blah season, a season where one puts on weight, just because you can, and stays inside because it’s too cold outside.   Now, I want to hit the gym constantly, and look damn near bedazzled if I could.  I love what warmth, and what layers do for my look. 

I want to go out and share my fabulessness with the world!  It’s a gift, and it is the season to give.  If I feel like going out and wearing a skirt with NO LEGGINGS ( gasp!)  I will, and find the best party in NYC to boot.  It’s how I’m embracing the season of frills and chills: shiny shirts and lips. You may find it a challenge to maintain your sense of style when it seems so easy to just through on a pair of jeans all the time, but stop and think about all those little treasures in your closet that you just love.  Who cares where you are going, throw it on and feel special amongst the masses.  Have a lot of grey?   Excellent, that is my favorite color.  I have a grey cashmere sweater by Cocini ( 38^th btw 7^{th &}  8^th),  and I throw it on with my hot pink Armani jeans.  Looks hot and warm ;) get it? 

I think about those poor people in warm climates who long to wear the looks of warmth, but always look completely wrong  for doing it, ie. my brethren in Nigeria who wear winter hats in August, and those poor Floridians who try so hard to justify their use of winter boots.  For those of who us who are lucky enough to explore layers of sexy silks, cashmere, and leather and mix up our grays with our brights.  It’s time to say thank you for a wonderful year , and more time to look fabu.

Nice to Meet you.

Hi All,

So I've decided to get hip to the blog game.  Another way to expound on my life and style.  

Although not conventional, not always pc, and not always appropriate, it's me and true!   

I'm a Nigerian- American that hails from a place far, far away; Providence RI, and have lived here in NY for the better part of my late to late twenties (2+ yrs).  Dear I say it, I came for success and lifestyle.  It's been a memorable experience.  I can recall some of the highlights, and dark days; it's amazing that I'm still so damn optimistic. In LI, there was a woman who hated me (idk why), it was rough, but I weathered it, and managed to live within the confines of a 10x12 room.  Took the LIRR to my internship where my psycho ragging boss screamed and cursed at everyone more than she took in air. Crashed a car, lost consciousness and lived to talk about it.  Got another car, drove into the city at midnight with no brakes.  Then there was my brief stint in Union City, NJ.  Met the best landlord ever, Hi Max.  New Year's was the best          (actually the worst), got to a party in Harlem, got out the car and shoe heel fell off, drove all the way back to NJ, changed and went all the way back; remember that Re?  Within a month met a soulless, skinny angry woman who suffered from empty barrel syndrome, and moved to the Upper East Side.  I downsized to an 8x5 room, and encountered some of the coolest doormen in NYC.  Had fun, met some of my dearest friends, and partied the night away. Left the she-devil's layer, and took a tour of the Boogie Down.  It was great!  Relearned the true definition of friendship and forgiveness!  I danced marange with Katty's dad in the living room, and got hooked on homemade hot chocolate (not the stuff from packages).  Got a job in fashion (whoa -whoa!) Initially in NY, then moved to NJ (ahhh) and was given the daily once-over for my fashion audacity by the "happy haters", but what's more important, is I  was given an opportunity :). 

In April of 07,  I moved to the Beautiful BK, where I hope to begin a wonderful and slightly more settled career.  Through my travels over the last 2 yrs, I've never lost my desire to put on a little shine, and see the good in any situation.  I have amazing friends and family, that drive me crazy, and make me happy, and you'll read about them intermittently; over all I love them.  I'm driven like a beat up Cutlass in P- town, and have The Mighty One  protecting me, so forgive my directness, but I'm here for a reason and can't be swayed. 

So, again, its nice to meet you all. 

It's been real.

As Always Adenike