I was born black, I was once a little black girl and I'm now a black woman . . . what is there to apologize about? My melanin is a dark brown-coconut glazed-pecan tan, and I just so happen to LOVE it. Nope, I'm not cute for a black girl; I'm pretty sure I'm just... Continue Reading →
Cocktails, Art and Jazz . . . High Museum of Art – Atlanta
Last month my fabulous girls and I decided to attend Jazz @ the High. It was the perfect girls night out for some fashionable budgetnistas. The event takes place every third Friday of each month and once again, because we're budgetnistas . . . $10 bucks for Jazz, Art, and a fun night out in... Continue Reading →