Jun 18, 2015
Let's keep it short and sweet shall we! I don't want you getting bored to tears here on my blog that you lose interest in checking out these pretty awesome rags. As we in the "industry" like to call it. I tease, that's so 90s! But anywho, some of these you definitely might have come across, others not so much. I'm happy to be the middle man. Or your ethical, eco, minimalist magazine dealer. Woo hoo! Get to reading. Listed in no particular order. Okay, besides descending. I did notice that!
Labels: ethical fashion
Jun 17, 2015
So, I did say I would have quite the announcement for you about starting my fashion line at the turn of the new year, six months later and here I am popping up like Kanye West trying to take over an acceptance speech. Like what am I doing here! It is so late! Oh but darling, on New York time, we just call it fashionably late. Do you forgive me? I come bearing goodies! My eponymous Letitia Elizabeth Home collection. Plus, besides the media, you're the absolute first ones to know! Besides Instagram and Facebook and a few close friends. But I promise promise promise you're the first public ones to know. Wink wink. Know what exactly? Well, I took a mighty plunge and birthed my first ever ethical textiles and home furnishings collection for 2015!
This is just a tiny sneak peek of the existing collection that I soft launched to the press and my favorite design blogs. As to make up for being so late in sharing, I will preview exclusively to you the upcoming summer collection in the next blog post.
a look at starting a fashion or home decor business
Jun 16, 2015
And if that title made you spit up your coffee like a newborn spits up, well, pretty much everything, then consider how I almost wanted to question whether fashion in general is the terrorist culprit period. Fast or not. In honor of my very contemplative photo above, I'll think before writing in stone.
Don't wince or leave me yet. I know you rather refresh your Facebook feed twenty times consecutively then hear anything about anti-shopping, but give me a chance. A little food for thought if you will. Because, dear readers, I have grown quite close to you and your intelligence levels. So if I can't brain dump with you, I've got no one!
The oh so bittersweet relationship between our purchase decisions that we make and the loss of life after the Rana Plaza tragedy, is becoming abundantly clear. If you've have yet to hear about this now record-breaking ordeal, the collapse of the Rana Plaza building is the deadliest industrial disaster to hit the beleaguered South Asia region, and has resulted in three times the number of deaths that devastatingly took place during the Tazreen Fashions fire just five months ago. Despite all of the chest thumping when this disaster occurred, nothing has really changed in the race for trendy, yet cheap, clothes. History is repeating itself; all for a $10 dress that makes us feel pretty and cute and somewhat prepared for speed dating night.
What's that I hear? You can't afford to shop anywhere else but Forever 21, H&M, the Gap, and other similar store? Let's get serious for a moment, we can live without the latest fashions. We don't need all those new things, at least not at the rate that we are consuming them. Most of the stuff that buy, we wear once, if at all. Don't try to deny it, we did the polls and we got the numbers. Ok no one did any polls or did any number crunching on this here blog, but I swear, I have heard statistics buzzing. And let me tell you a little story.
Having gone through a fresh breakup, weight changes, job changes, new city, THE WORKS, I was really ready for a new wardrobe. Just because. I thought I was entitled and deserved one. Life kicked my butt and retail therapy, so I hear, is the answer. Along with a mani pedi and some serious flirting. So what did I do? I hit up TJ Maxx and my favorite thrift shops, blew through money I barely had, and guess how many pieces still have tags on them? Can we say more than half.
Sound familiar? Between work and a social life that is currently RIP status, I much prefer the uniform of P. Diddy circa 1997, just me in some Jersey sweatpants and a I'm-too-cool-to-care graphic tee. All the other fuss is just a facade and tv commercial marketing that won. Damn, my silly silly gullible brain.
May 19, 2015
Consider this simple question: How are you?
Yes, I'm back bitches! I mean that in the sweetest way. Like, as in you're the prettiest damn female dog on the block. Don't fret. But you know my motto, Monday is totally a #basicbitch.
I am here, never really left, and this post is dedicated to all of you who have commented and touched my heart, whether you're anonymous or not, I hope you are still here with me. My biggest wish is that I knew who all of you were because your story keeps me going, knowing I'm not alone in the feelings I feel sometimes. So please do comment again and leave your name if you're so inclined.
I know its been a NY minute since my last post. Hopefully you have followed me on Instagram to know why. If not, what are you doing? Come join me cupcake! Short answer is I've been busy. Long story is, well, I've been busy dammit! Stop being nosy. I tease, I tease. Besides going through the national alienation crisis that we Americans call the holidays, I launched my first ever home decor collection soon after, moved 3 times, started a new relationship unexpectedly, and now here I am. I have reallyyyy been through the ringer. Can I get a clone now? But enough about me. Seriously, this is important to me. How the heck are you?