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I'm back from an EPIC week in Trinidad. If you've never been, you should go. Add it to your bucket list. Just be sure to go with good friends to make the good even better.

Chandy Lewis of Solid Mas Troupe made me my very first wire bra... and I was nervous as hell to wear it on Carnival Tuesday- but it turned out great. Loved it and can't say thank you enough to him. I think it's gonna be Solid for Carnival 2012 in Antigua. You can see the wire bra in the pic above.

Having said that, I was a bad blogger who took absolutely no pictures, but, I've managed to score a good hook-up for those of you who want to see what it was like. The blogger Steven Lofters, runs the site www.lehwego.posterous.com and was one of our mottley crew this past week. He is posting reviews on fetes, mas, hot girls, etc. So click on the link and check his site out.

Have a great weekend. Shots later?

Rolling Stone

There's a new 'do .. the rolled bun with pincurls! It's very Dita Von Teese- and I love it. I will post a few more pics so you can see the detail better.

"Revenge is the best anti- depressant"

The last time Dizzle and I had talked he had managed to make it back from Jamaica and was moving his clothes and books out of storage and back into his house. This wasn't because he and his wife had decided not to divorce, but she had decided to move out first, and the market being what it was, the house was not selling. That last conversation had gone something like this:

Dizz: "I never realized how big this blert naught house was!"

Me: " You didn't show me any pictures, but 5,000 sqft seems a bit excessive"

Dizz: " I thought you said you weren't interested in seeing the house... rather worse now, right? You know she took all the wedding pictures?"

Me: "maybe she wants to remember you in happier times, Dizz"

Dizz: " I'm not too sure about that."

To be honest I wasn't too sure about that either, but I wasn't gonna say anything just yet.

Dizz: " so what about the new guy? Don't try to act like you aren't talking to someone new- you always busy on skype, gone are the days when I could talk to you as I liked. Jah know! What's the news?"

Me: " it's going alright. He's very nice, and handsome, and smart, and sweet, and sexy and ... perfect!!!! .  But I don't wanna say too much about him. I'm trying to spare your feelings, okay?"

We both laughed.

Dizz: " what about the eediat boy?'

Me: " I hear he's sleeping with a stripper now. I guess it's true what they say- water seeks its own level"

Dizz: " you were too good for him"

Me: " you're right.... and by the way, don't think I didn't hear that you coming to Trinidad carnival next year. You better not be planning to stalk me. I'm over you... and I've met Mr. Right"

Dizz: "RIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHTTTTTT"

Cut to last night

Dizzle has sent me a link for a website called www.liarscheatersareus.com - seriously. I'm looking at his wedding picture and an insane rant penned by his ex underneath. My eyes can't read the words fast enough. Suffice it to say that she has put him squarely on blast. Things he did- and didn't do- are online for the world to see. His handsome face staring back from their garden wedding official photos ( she has cleverly cropped herself out of the pictures) looks happy and optimistic. His name is on the left of the screen, alongside a bevy of other men and women of ill-repute. You can click and read all about anything they may have done.

It is scandalous- I am so stunned that I immediately forget about the chapter I was working on before he called. I was still holding the phone next to my face a full five minutes later... listening to him breathe.

Of course I can say nothing.

Dizz: "Romain says I can't do anything. The bitch is protected by the first ammendment"

Me: "mmmmm"

Dizz: " Can you believe this bullshit??"

Me: "mmmmmm" (thank you, Sly J)

(Christ, I am 100% sure I am not the person he should be venting to. Again I have no useful anecdote to share, and all I can think is people are crazy no hell, and I hope she doesn't break back into their house and stab him in his sleep. I make a mental note to tell him to change the locks.)

Dizz: " I wish I could box 'ar in 'ar face"

Me: "I tell you what. It's just a website. Today it's you, tomorrow, it's someone else. Hey, I'm sure if you refresh the page right now ten more people who get knuckle already upload some more names"

Dizz: " me cyar believe dis. De gyal want fu dead me. She wan fu kill me pon de internet"

Me: " How to kill your ex online" would make a great blog post. Between this website and facebook, you can make anybody look as bad as you'd like- and nobody bothers to find out if it's true. You kinda have to respect your H.R. clerk for calling you and letting you know that it was posted there"

What I really thought was 'how effing embarassing!!!  but saying things like that to an angry Jamaican are never advisable.

Me: "she's clearly disturbed, love. She probably needs to get some help. Crazy people have a hard time letting go of relationships. The internet just makes it easier for them to strike. What can you do?"

Dizz: " I wanna kill her"

Me: "I know luv, but I can't afford to fly up there to look for you in jail. You know how many shoes I could get with the plane ticket?"

Dizz: "whatever, tickets to Europe are more expensive."

I make another mental note to kill our mutual friend and resident chatterbox who must have given him some scoop on me.

Me: " You know, it's true what they say, 'thou shalt not be friends with your ex'

Dizz: " Where does it say that?"

Me: " The same place it says ' thou shalt not marry crazy American women'

Dizz: "Point taken"

.......................... things are probably gonna get much more interesting from here on out.

DISCLAIMER:

This COULD be a fictional story, or it could be YOUR LIFE. HAHA. Names and scenarios have been tweaked, just a bit this time, to protect the innocent.

LIARSCHEATERSAREUS.COM is a real website... can you believe that? I know you guys are all gonna go look now. Don't get any brilliant ideas!

"b-sane"

Tee

 

 

ISLAND STYLE- Reve Jewellery

 

 

 

 

Meet Duane and Teasea Bennett, the sibling duo behind Reve Jewelery, Jamaica

I will post a full interview with Duane, the designer and goldsmith behind this line, in my next post.

 

 

You can tell from their huge smiles that they are two people doing exactly what they love. They are very engaging and have very warm auras. From the second you walk into their Devon House shop, you feel the "reve-olution".

I'm really excited to post the full interview ( but it's gonna be long... we kinda got very chatty...LOL)

Until then, enjoy a few more pics inside their business place

 

Speak soon... give thanks to Sabriya for the pics. Nuff love <3

xx 

 

Prize Giving night

 

at Spanish Court Hotel waiting on our ride to pick us up. You remember the feather earrings, and the dress is ZIBA, sandals Brigette Sandals, Jamaica.

 
Tameka collecting her prize. First movie, first producing effort, first time- FIRST CLASS!

 
 our Jamaican "muhmie" Ms Hanna, was hospitable and sweet. She was a great source of 'you can do it vitamins'. One talk with her and you would be ready to tell a mountain to move!

 

Tameka with Cedric Sanders, actor. Star of Rock Steady and The Social Network.

 

ISLAND STYLE- "MUTAMBA" - at Caribbean Fashion Week

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Anywhere but here

I read a quote about vacations the other day:

A VACATION IS LIKE LOVE:

ANTICIPATED WITH PLEASURE,

EXPERIENCED WITH DISCOMFORT

AND REMEMBERED WITH NOSTALGIA.

 

I can't tell you how much I wanted to get off the "SS Minnow" ( Carnival Valor) last month. I spent my days drinking alcohol out of my coconut monkey... R.I.P Coconut Monkey.... and grumbling about the shitty ports of call. Seriously, none of them compare to Antigua- and they had more boats docked there than we do... serious failure somewhere along the line....

ANYWAY....all I'm saying is that I wish I were on vacation again, having a Mexi-coma moment- looking out at "a port that time forgot" instead of being stuck in traffic, and having yet another fender bender. What a crappy Monday.

 

Happy Tuesday... I'm projecting.

MAYAN RUINS

 

Buildings in Pompeii collapsed over the weekend, reminding all of us how fortunate we are to be able to experience life as generations before us did. The Mayan ruins at Costa Maya are not the largest, but they are steeped in history and seem virtually unchanged over the years.

 

For colored girls

 

Last night I had dinner with 2 Jamaicans, 1 Trini, 3 Antiguans and 1 Ghanian. It was a clash of culture and colorful personalities. I'm embracing my inner world traveller/ bohemian with a line of tunics that will be available through this blog by December. Have a closer look!

She doesn't get out much, she says

 

meet Richard and Loretta from Waco, Texas. ( It's acquired a bad reputation, she told me.) Incidentally, I had all but forgotten about that whole cult-massacre incident until she said those words. Funny how some things we hold on to the rest of the world has completely let go of.

C'est la vie.

Now back to the story:

While driving in the tour bus to Costa Maya to see the ruins I overheard Loretta ask some passengers who were speaking quite loudly... (more on that later)... in French where they were from.

"Martinique" they replied.

"Oh, France!" she said.

"No. Martinique" they replied.

Being the outgoing personality that she is, Loretta turned to us and asked the same question.

"Antigua" I told her- fairly certain she'd never heard of it. Bless her heart.

"Oh, where in France is that?" she asked me. "I don't get out much".

Oh, Loretta- with your voice as sweet as Paula Deen's- you certainly made my day.

^_^

"b-a little southern"