Keeping warm this winter with this dope faux fur hat from the Limited I thrifted. Meaning I'm thrifted head to toe! When thrifting hats purchase from well kept thrift and consignment shops. I also recommend proper cleaning of any thrifted garments especially hats.
What She Wore:
Faux fur hat the Limited
Copper Blazer H&M
Powder pink cable knit sweater Old Navy
Grey ash high wasited denim Levis (distressed by Jamika B)
Copper zipper boots GoJane (only thing not thrifted)
Black fringed scarf
Black faux leather quilted gold chain purse
Oh yes and these distressed grey ash denim are giving me life. I might add some more rips come springtime. For now it's good!
Stay warm and THRIFTY my loves...
YES! I love clothes. What you don't love clothes? What's wrong with you?!? Hehehehe but really I do have an obsession with clothes and styling. Is that a crime? Nope! I have always felt that fashion is art and when you create your own style it is an expression of yourself. It's the beauty that you feel in the perfect outfit. It's the joy you feel from a simple compliment. And it's the peace knowing you didn't pay a fortune to look like a million bucks!
Fall layering. Remember when it comes to layering you want the pieces you layer to be practical. Can you really use the layering pieces to stay warm and cute? Or is it just for cute points? A good way to have add a layering effect is to wear an asymmetrical top that is higher in the front and longer (like a tail) in the back. Keep it simple and practical.
Here are some fun thrifted looks from a few weeks ago. I heart the tribal print blazer and I'm obsessed with the black sequins dress!
Happy New Year!!! I am so excited to share a few fashion photos I did last week. There are plenty more. But first check these out...
Fashionably Expressive is all about timeless and effortless style. In the photos below I display that with a few bold pieces in each outfit. Statement or bold pieces assist in your effortless style because you don't have to do much with statement pieces, they set the tone of the outfit.
Now we present the Mad Hatter aka ThatGirlJamika, in her timeless thrifted statement pieces. Enjoy...
I thrifted this colorfull metallic crop top over a year ago. I love the material and youthfulness of it. The turquoise accordion style skirt was also thrifted a while ago. However I've never paired the two pieces together. I think the look is fun and sassy!
Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.
When the silence isn't quiet
And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we'll take the world to it's feet
And move mountains
Bring it to it's feet
And move mountains
And I'll rise up
I'll rise like the day
I'll rise up
I'll rise unafraid
I'll rise up
And I'll do it a thousand times again
Look what the cat dragged in... ThatgirlJamika! It's been too long since my last post and I sincerly apologize. However I must say my hiatus was not in vain and I do have a plethora of new style pics and fashion tips to share. My goal is to post at minium twice a month and go from there. I miss blogging on the regular. I use my website as a platform to express who I am. I love being me and enjoy sharing my style, poetry and everything that makes me, Jamika B.!
For many years now I have struggled with generalized aniexty and major depression. I've talked about my anxiety issues in the best but never explained the effects it had on me. Aniexty is created from the fear of the unknown, in which most cases, for myself, leads to complete panic.
My aniexty issues begin to grow out of control and developed into other "disorders." I never realized how much withdrawn I became socially until the fear of being alone kicked in. The fear of pushing everyone away to the point of no return. The fear of writing a blog post because I was so insecure about myself that I didn't want my depression to show. The lack of inspiration to create and the fear of that creativity never returning. Once I began to realize the tight grip that fear had on my life, I immediately knew things were going to have to change and change soon.
I decided to invest in me. I decided I was not going to live in fear. I decided on a plan to self recovery. So what did I do? I read and I wrote everyday. I read books (which I will share later) that feed me spiritually and mentally. I wrote in several journals, each for seperate purposes. The one I am proud of the most is my, "365 Days of Gratitude" journal. I write in this journal at least 5 days a week. Each entry I write a paragraph or more on what I am gratiful for on that day, in that moment. Then on the next blank page I write my current short term goals. I like to focus on no more than 3 goals at a time. I do not want to overwhelm myself and begin to doubt in my success. After goals are set, underneath I write 20 ways to improve myself to obtain my listed goals. This is what you call brain exercises. I had to mentally strength myself in order to move past my fears that lead to my anxiety issues.
These days I am feeling good. Feeling strong and fearless. Everyday is not a walk in the park but I learn to live in the present. To appreciate that gift in time. For time waits for no man and to spend precious time in fear, is insanity.
Now that Stella has her groove back, I am back in my closet and thrifting around town! I have always believed that when you feel good, you look your best. I feel great, so I must look FIERCE! Check me out..
I am absolutely in love with this LBD I thrifted. The perfect black sequins dress for NYE.
Can we say adore? Another score thrifting this mauve pancho dress. Perfect for a fall date night.
The most stylish teacher you ever did see, Mrs. B. The top is thrifted. The skirt belonged to my grandmother and the coat I got for a great deal at Sears. Score!
I feel like I'd look perfect for The Cosby Show here. (All jokes aside. Hands down the stylist for that show was genius!) Thrifted cardigan sweater with sweater pencil skirt and distressed boots.
Thrifted dashiki. Score! I need to find more of these.
I'm the Michael Jackson Thiller! Is she not the cutest little vintage red leather jacket you ever did see?!? This look is so fun and retro.
Until next time, remember to smile, to feel good and to keep feeling better! Muah
This is what I see...let's start at the bottom of the picture where the wombmen are adversely placed. The wombmen are small but seem to be loud and strong in their prayers. There looks to be about three generations of wombmen. This setting right here tells some history. Melanated wombmen have worshiped this image of a savior for many generations. Taught by their mothers mother, whom were taught by the oppressor to trust in an image. Some Melanated wombmen dedicate their lives to the image. They will over mind their partners just to be close to this image. Some have no partner but trust in the image to bring them a partner. All along their mind is focused on pleasing the image. Also in the picture I noticed their eyes are closed. Reminds me of blind faith. To have faith is to know all is well. You can visualize all is well. You begin to see all is well. However blind faith can lead you down a dark path of sorrow and confusion. The wombmen in the picture are blinded by their faith in an image. An image that seems to over power them in this picture. They don't see anything else except for the image that is now engraved into their subconscious minds. So whenever they feel the pressure this image now automatically comes to surface. The image is so large they don't run from it. Because the image is a man subconsciously they feel protected. Subconsciously this image becomes their man. They begin to no longer need a physical man or the physical presence of a king. The image becomes all they need. Therefore many of are wombmen seem to be without a partner because mentally their focus is stuck on a imagery of a savior that was handed down from generation to generation from the oppressor. In this picture you see these wombmen crying out savior as they sit alone.
Now let's look at the top of the picture. A young melanated male, clearly made as hell at the image in the center. I wondered for a while at the youth of the male. Wondering why is he so young and so angry at the image. Then I thought about the statistics of melanated men in church. Those statistics are low compared to the statistics of a melanated wombman (The black church is 75% female.) That also explains why there are more wombmen at the bottom of the picture worshipping the image while only one young man is at the top shooting the image down. During slavery melanated mothers feared for their sons lives. They witnessed the horrific acts of the slave master towards their fathers, brothers and male partners. Therefore, a fear was set in their hearts as little girls. Some had even watched their own mothers in fear of the slave master. So when the slave master shows you an image of "God" and you began to see God as a man and as a white man, you learn how to respect and please the oppressor quick. Because now all you see is life in this white man's world. Well, while the wombman is in fear the young man has developed a hate towards the oppressor and his image of a white male god. The melanated male is pissed as hell at the oppressor and his image. How dare he be beaten day in and day out to then bow and worship at the feet of this white male god. Not only is he pissed at the lies but now this image separates him from his mother and sisters. Because of this image the wombman have subconsciously left the brother to be alone in this white man's world.
Next we have the center of the painting. Jesus. Yes we know it's name. Jesus, the image. Well Jesus here looks scared and frightened of the young melanated male. As if he's afraid that the young more powerful male will destroy his image. Because it's not death that Jesus is afraid of, as the picture displays him on the cross (On the cross he defeated death. So the story goes). Jesus looks terrified of the melanated being above him. Now look at this placement the young melanated male is above the savior. Not only is he above but he has a weapon to destroy the image. The image is more afraid of the melanated male more than the melanated male is afraid of the image.
So what is this picture saying? To me the picture is saying get rid of the middle man. This image has destroyed the melanated family for too long. I already know this picture alone will ruffle some feathers. However the time is now to step out of our comfort zone and embrace truth. Until this image is destroyed we will continue to destroy our once rich and lively culture. We must give up the white god and embrace our African spirit. Here we will learn to become our own savior. Here we can start the healing process because it takes courage and strength to let go of all you think you knew. People will be shocked and hurt by the truth but the truth is the only road to recovery. The truth helps us to face our fears and regain strength. Facing our fears will bring some pain but embracing our truth will restore the love we lost for one another. Love will aid us in rebuilding the broken melanated homes. True love from the Supreme Being within every creature will conquer all. Ase'
I just wanna have fun and make money...
My fuvkin' mind is a gold mind...
I just want the whole world to know its real
Don't you hear my passion
Don't you see I'm ill...
So let me put you on this art shit
You know smart shit...
Help you bring your mind to a better place
Teach each other how to elevate...
Lyrics: Miguel "All" Kastle Remix
New album coming out soon "Wild Hearts"
Everything was taken from me
Locked out in the cold
How could this be
But still I want to be free
It's hard when you crying on the streets
Living in the past is misery
Waiting on the future is frightening
For it may never come
I want to smile
But it's hard to smile when you're being beat
No one cares not even me
I'm at the pit of darkness
But some how that comforts me
Out of sight out of mind that's where I'll be
Sometimes I feel the universe is against me
Like I was born not to be free
With the weight of the world steering
Over the cliff to bleed
Leaving me for dead
But I never die
My sins multiply
With the scene on repeat
I cry to the lord
Then I find myself in defeat
Oh how miserable I must be
Live a lie
Oh god let me die
And need deep sleep
I'm a loner
I use to be a sheep
Till one day I stopped
And followed my own beat
How I wish I could die
I plan it in my sleep
Never knowing the feeling of happy
Bad decision after bad decision
Lord let me be
Speak a word
I'm too blind to see
A runaway slave
Looking to be free
A runaway slave I be
So the iceberg never broke
And I poked at it and I poked at it and I poked at it
And I poked and I poked and I poked at it
But it stayed stagnant then I poked at it some more, some more
And in my notepad, man I wrote and I wrote
If I don't have it, if I don't grab it
If it don't chip then a toe tag is, one last
I'mma hope, I'mma hope so iceberg don't float
If I do manage to do damage to you dammit
It'd be grand as ten Grammies or my granny still standing
With a note, a note that read "Granted, don't you panic."
When you make mistakes the most, the most
One day it'll make you grow, you grow
When you outlandish and you lose manners
To God you shall consult, consult
When the bright cameras are still cramming
In your face and it provoke, provoke
You to act mannish, just stay planted
Cause you reapin' what you sow
Keep positivity in your heart and
Keep a noose from 'round your throat and
When you get mad and when you poke at it
When you poke it at just know, man
The iceberg is a reflection of you when you re-new your vision
Just think if it had sunk Titanic, the fuck it would do to a critic, my nigga?
Yeah, yeah, tell me, when thugs cry do you hear 'em, Lord?
Do you hear 'em, Lord? Do you hear 'em?
And if my ship go down tell me who will abort?
And they won't let me live even when remorse that I give
When it gon' rejoice and forgive, tell me how I stay positive
When they never see good in me
Even though I got hood in me
Don't mean he won't redeem me, Lord
#AutumnLeaves #ChrisBrown #KendrickLamar
Purple Haze all in my brain,
lately things don't seem the same,
actin' funny but I don't know why
'scuse me while I kiss the sky.
Purple Haze all around,
don't know if I'm coming up or down.
Am I happy or in misery?
Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me.
Oh no, oh
Yeah, Purple Haze all in my eyes,
don't know if it's day or night,
you've got me blowing, blowing my mind
is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
Help me, yeah, Purple Haze!
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
The highest point of your journey back to you is the moment when you finally see yourself through the eyes of truth. If you can see your authentic self, you will love what you see. You see the magnificence of your presence; you see how wonderful and beautiful you are. You see the perfection in you, and this breaks any doubt that anyone else ever put in your head. You see that you are light, that you are life, and when you accept your own divinity, you become a better reflection of life.
You are here to enjoy life. You are not here to suffer over your drama or your personal importance. It’s not you; it doesn’t belong to your presence. You are here to be a dreamer, to be an artist, to be a seer. But you cannot be a seer when you only have eyes to see your own story, your own wounds, your own victimization. When you are still focusing on what your mother did to you twenty years ago, or forty years ago, or what your father did, or what your partner did, or what any of the other secondary characters in your story did to you, then you are not seeing the truth. If you are focusing on all that drama, then talking to you is like talking to a wall. Does this ring any bells someplace?
About ThatGirlJamika Blogspot...
The purpose of our blog page is to provide a platform for self expression of JamikaB, talented artist, and today's youth. To provide assistance to those in need of fashion and beauty services but also reaching out to those on a journey to peace, love, and joy. All things in hopes to inspire us all to live to our fullest potential in all areas of life. DISCLAIMER: SOME PHOTOS AND WRITINGS ARE NOT MY OWN. JUST A COLLECTION OF MY OWN IDEAS INSPIRED BY OTHER PEOPLE'S ART AND SONGS. THANK YOU
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