Love. her.

Couldn't wish for a better sister.
Love you mush.

in other news,
the birthday week rages on.

Determined to make my dogs famous

such a stage dog mother.

nov2nd1978

31 new years.
can't believe i'm admitting it.
30 was amazing. tours. music. breakups. illness. new friends. So many blessings in disguise.
its funny how all it takes is a step to the left (or right) of your usual perspective, to find change and hope all over again.
So many well wishes. So many reminders of how far i've come.
31 meant so much to me. Mom brought me home on her 31st birthday, 3 days after mine. for a lifetime, i've held this age and who she was and what she did... how she looked and the way she acted, up to the light. I've been studying for so long, learning how to become a woman as wonderful as her.
As a kid, I always thought, like a switch turning on, on my 31st year i'd wake up with 2 small children in a foreign country, pulling pennies and keeping her kids and husbands dreams alive.

I'm not that person.

This year, my mom tearfully reminded me who i am. and all the things that in my short adult life have experienced. things and places she can never imagine or see.
she reminded me of my blessings.

all in all. i ironically could never be as strong as my mom.
So thankful to be her carbon copy.

CoCo Brown

Fab new color © Lishl Rigg-Reives / De Lux Gallery

new pictures soon? who knows.

new color feels...
soft, feminine and okay with all things.
less like i have something to prove.

still thinking about the length.

i'll make this brief

so HEAVy is no longer.
Big surprise? Eh, didn't think so.

Anywho. I've written this entry about 100 times already over the past 2/3 weeks, drafting it each time. Tearfully. Apologetically. Thankfully. Angrily. Spitefully.

I think brevity is best.

All in all, thank you guys for the love and support. And if you don't have the back catalog... HERE YOU GO.

HEAVy JAzzmonEY$$
HEAVy First Sessions
HEAVy Odds & Ends

odds & ends btw is Time/Make You Mine/Too Long Ago/Fire/Can't Be The Way

enjoy.

Now back to business as (un)usual.

oh, post script. please don't ask me whats next for me.

all her many faces

one of these things is not like the other...

My new year is quickly approaching.
The old adage about time flying is only half true. With or without fun, it passes. Fast.

i digress.

i'm itching to change my hair. again. It's been a year since it's been cut. It's been... about a year and change that i've been a blonde. BTW, blondes don't have more fun, just more split ends and longer/more frequent hair appts.

If this all rings shallow. it isn't.
who you are and who you present yourself as, need cohesion.

I have a couple reservations. First, i know i get scissor happy when my life's upside down, and mine is in flux a bit. Not always the smartest move. While i LOVE a great haircut, i know if i chop it... growing it back (eventually) will suck all over again.
And the color. If i go dark... i'm not going back to light.

Eh. Lightbright hair might've jumped the shark. And a chipchop when you know a bit more about yourself, can only enhance and make you more confident.

Who knows.

Friday will tell.

in a Syreeta mood.

Rainy day music.

buck up. buttercup.

i'm letting go/coming back soon.
real soon.

word.

*kisses*

Ampersand Jones nee Nicky