Afropunk 2016 Day 1

Greetings from Afropunk! 


No seriously, I’m writing this blog post as I wait in line for fried mac n cheese.[*note: the fried mac bites were everything.] As I look around, I just can’t help but think DAMN I made it down to Brooklyn, New York to be amongst my people. 

Everyone knows Afropunk is the Mecca for every awkward but original, funky, cool, creative black kid to come and just be. I love it. I’ve been dying to come for at least the past 3 years or so and this year I just felt it in my spirit that the time had come to make it happen. 

I thought it would be appropriate to bring this post considering I made most of my outfit for both days. 
For day one I created this African waxed print skirt, and tomorrow I have… Well you’ll see. *wink*
Honestly, as beautiful as my skirt is, I’m just happy I didn’t have to go naked… although I could have. *side eye* I just couldn’t pull together what I wanted for my first day out, and I went through a ton of patterns until I decided on a skirt. The first one I made was super pretty and pink and awesome but not very Afropunk. I was really upset about it. Then at the VERY last minute I turned to my stock pile and with a small prayer to the fashion gods, I created this skirt. No pattern necessary; just determination.

 I also grabbed a few pieces from the shop (which are still available for purchase) that have the same fabric. I felt like Tim Gunn honestly speaking, I’ve been making it work. Another make it work moment included my necklace today, made literally from scraps of fabric of my finished skirt. 

THANK GOODNESS.



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Sewing Kept Me Sane One Winter.

 

I’ve lived in a ton of places in my life, and whether it was with my family or on my own there’s always a sense of sadness that follows,

sometimes even depression.

One winter I went to live with a family friend and I just started a new job; it appeared that everything was finally coming together for me. On the outside I was fine but the inside was a different story. I was homesick and my living situation was miserable; I started to become depressed. One night I found myself binge watching Project Runway. Everyone knows I’ve been in Love with Tim Gunn and this show for years but for whatever reason I stopped watching it for a while. It was by watching at this particular time that I called my mother and asked her to bring my sewing machine with her on her next visit.

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My mommy missed me so much that she gave my machine a thorough inspection (she’s the master seamstress of the family) and brought it to me right away. Getting my sewing machine back up and running saved me. I was falling fast because I felt like I had nothing to work towards. As a goal oriented person, there is nothing more disheartening than having no goals at all. Being able to start and wrap my mind around a project gave me just the right amount of motivation to keep going.

And then with just a simple stitch,

I had purpose.