At the table, the calm air danced around us. A cat brushed past Regine's ankles, and she froze. She's terrified of them I learned that day. I dug in my plate of akra (malanga fritters), and waved the server over for more pikliz (a condiment made of picked shredded cabbage and hot peppers that I can't live without.) I had a bottle of cold Prestige just a few inches away from my big plate of Haitian fritay. That afternoon was to be cherished for a long time.
Up the hills in Petion-Ville, I zigzagged through Place St. Pierre, hunting for familiar things. Ah yes! Asterix, the bookstore, I remember that place. It got me in so much trouble as a child. I used to escape in the aisles, sitting on the floor with a pop magazine on my lap. I remember reading about Jennifer Aniston and other celebrities whose work I'd never even heard of. They all seemed so far away. In a land I'd never reach. I'd spend hours there, then later to be met by my mother's belt at home. She thought I used to sneak around to meet boys. And no matter how many times I told her I was terrified of them, I'd be punished either way because I made my little brother wait. Instead of picking him up from school on time, I went to small bookshop to escape.
I've been working for myself over two years now. And since I've started, I've been able to travel several places to share what I do with different audiences. So far, each trip has been incredibly meaningful and have impacted me in ways that I never thought possible. This one time, I was in Puerto Rico with Fanm Djanm as a vendor for the biggest annual natural hair meet-up event hosted by Diosas Al Natural, and the day before the big event, my friend Kristia and I walked to the beach with a bottle of bubbly and a hula hoop to catch the sunset. Our goal was to really let go and have fun.
I came back to Harlem on Sunday with a very noticeable glow, and everyone who has seen me has complimented me on it. So I smile and casually respond, "It's the Bermuda glow." During my stay on the beautiful island, bright blue water, vibrant colorful homes and flowers greeted me from every direction. A smile followed by a gentle "hello" came with every encounter, no matter how brief. I danced with the sunset, my toes tickled by the fine, pink sand. I partied with the locals and made some great friends. I left feeling more inspired that I have felt in a long time.
There's something about waking up with the view of the ocean from my bed that makes me just want to float. I could probably sit in bed for hours watching the bright blue water glimmer under the hot Bermudian sun. Inspired by the vibrant flowers, and poetic beaches, I pulled out an easy floral maxi for the Bermuda Fashion Festival International Designers Show. I wanted a fun, colorful, but regal look while keeping comfort in mind.
I finally realized why I'm so big on accessorizing. When I first moved to New York City right after I graduated college with an empty wallet and laughable bank account, my shopping budget was very limited. I've always been somewhat of a frugal girl, but my desire to dress up and express myself through my colors only stronger...