My name Cassandra and my favorite color is Fluorescent Beige

For release dates in you area check Oprahs website

http://www.oprah.com/article/oprahshow/20090918-tows-precious-release-dates

Note to Bitches: Fall back!

WALE IS MINE!

SOLANGE...CHRISETTE...WHAT????

I FIGHT OVER DUDES!

SPARK OFF!

Re-Fabulous:Defined

So the past few monthes have been a hurricane of keeping busy, being busy, and taking care of business. Through all this taking care of business I've neglected to take care of myself. Ive been doing the basics, hair, watching the news, nails, exfoliating, keeping up with my magazines, but the extras have fallen to the way side. While I've always been fabulous(wanna read that again) Im really ready to show my fabness in every way shape and form. I've spent enough time comtemplating my approach to fashion, literature, art, current affairs and those personal indulgences that we all have like the "Tiny and Toya" show and from it all, just like a debutante I re-emerge with the fierceness of a lioness and Tyra Banks all rolled up into one.

Ive made a small list of 10 things that I will do to embody and exemplify my fierceness. Ranging all the way from finally starting my fashion line (insert applause) to beginning to exercise (I am not ordering a size 18 dress for Shannons wedding-have I been avoiding the full body mirrors lately?? NAW) to finding a new job to even going out a little more often and back again. AND most important of all is blogging more often. I go back and forth about blogging, I have this hidden/human fear that some one somewhere is reading this and pointing out all of my misspelled words, my failed attempts at comedy, and my all together lameness. It's a fear thats had me at the cliff called the "delete this page" screen a couple of times. I stand really close to the edge, let my arms hang over tilt my head back and then get distracted by something like the Kanye West vs. Taylor Swift Drama, form an opinion about it (she should thank him for putting her on the map...shes right, she shouldnt have won that damn award because she is a country artist and if Kanye didnt jump up there in his drunken state and save her from her self, the world would have shrugged Lady Gaga and Beyonce's lost off with a "They'll get some other category". And did we notice that while everyone is pissy that Mr. West didnt publicly apologize to her immediatly and overtly, she's yet to publicly and overtly thank Beyonce. Anyone notice or jump back when her little flippant ass got up there and said..."Can we try this again..." then goes on to thank her brothers middle school. Taylor...F(Y)L) and decide that people need to hear what I have to say. I worry my blogg is a little presumptious, but if it was written any other way...I wouldnt be writing it.

Im GIVING IT you guys, GIVING IT ALL, Want some?

For The Win: Whitney Houston's Re-Fabulous and ODB's First Born Son...Watch me tie these two together.

So here's Whitney in all her re-fabulouse glory! I, along with most of you watched her interview with the one and only Oprah Winfry and was definately moved to tears. I only caught the second sit down and was initially blown away by her skin. As I watched I slathered my face with vaseline and pondered how something so good could go so wrong. She talked about coming out of her trials and tribulations on top and the people that were behind her the whole way, letting her do her bad, and helping her come out of it when she was ready. The most touching portion of this was when she performed and did that oh so swell naming of names. Clive, Dionne, Oprah. I had to marval at her "village" and of course admire my own as I trip, slip and stumble my way through these twenty somethings. I mean Im not doing crack but, you read my RE-Fabulous post.



So then it took me back to one of the notes I wrote to myself at RTB( Rock the Bells) I finally got to go to this alllllllllllllllll day Hip Hop concert. The Homie and I along with his other bougie friends enjoyed the hip hop and that stuff that makes the sound make shapes and colors. Amidst all of this, Wu Tang Clan, who are not to be fucked with, introduced to us Boy Jones the first born son of Old Dirty Bastard. Now even with colors and shapes, the first thing that runs through my mind is the significance his name has on his up bringing. So your father was a raging rap manaic that fathered 13 others after you yet was a pioneer in a multi billion dollar industry. Through all of that I definately could see where you loose so much of your sense of self that you would reduce your name to the one your given when your a mere 6 sec out of the womb. Maybe your mother was tired and wasnt up to naming you just yet, but all your life. Is that your general sentiment? Could be, espec. with a dad like Dirt Dog, Sweet Baby Jesus. So, theres that. Then Im feeling the music and so is Boy Jones as he performes his dads verses in "Shimy Shimmy Yawww" View the offender. So I'm imagining this meeting of the minds for the Clan of Wu Tang. And they are reminicing about their fallen friend, much like Clive and Dionne and Oprah are when they are thinking of Whitney, before she gave up that narcotic, and they're saying "what can we do?" Sholders shrugged, looked left, looked right, then finally they come up with something. In ODB's case he has already passed and the only thing they can think of is to salvage his first born son. In sort of a "pour a little out for my homie"" Lion King type way, they offered up to Hip Hop fanatics who pay money to listen to rap for some 8 hours straight ODB's first born son, and here by dub him. Boy Jones.

Whitney's on something different now and its not the white horse. Amen. I was so amazed at how frank she was and how marvelously she explained her situations. I took it as a true sign of strengh and beauty, plus this new album cover did't hurt and these Alexis Bittar earrings she's using as a wepon of mass destruction have me living. I WILL COP THESE, even if it means no food for a few days. Like I really need to eat anyway.

Don't Lie, You know you love: Tiny and Toya ! YEAHHHH BAAABBY

I've been waiting so long for this to premeire and also for there to be an empty 30 min in my living room so that I can focuse on the foolishness that is both Tiny and Toya. The accents, the weaves, the Louis bags...Oh my!

I won't lie and act like as soon as I saw the commercial for this I didnt set the DVR, I surely did. As I watched the first episode, I was completely satisfied with the tomfoolery. Now sit there and shake your head. Yeah, I know your too good to watch such. Your busy watching CNN and
CSPAN and Headline News when you wanna relax, but here I am talking about what is probably the most hood tv show since Keisha Cole but third in line to this coming falls "Frankie and Neffe" (gon' DVR that too...might even throw a party for it!) I know, I know...far, but with the canceling of Girlfriends, The Game, and shit I can't even remember the other good (entertaining/positive) black shows that used to come, where else am I to turn. Gotti's Way?, Baldwin Hills?, Harlem Heights?, all perfectly good examples of great black shows, but I need more. I know there's some room for debate on that last point but at the end of the day and yes in 2009 Im still looking for some kinship in my entertainment world. RE-RUNS OF The Cosby Show WILL NOT SUFFICE! I need to see my people in the shows that I watch and the magazines that I read, because lets face it...at the end of the day, all we really want is images of what we should aspire to. We need images that will keep us away from hording the same damn speedy LV duffle over and over and over again, I mean, we wouldnt want to make a fool of ourselves would we?

Damn

So June came and went and I havent even really noticed. This is especially lame considering its my birthday month. It didnt really pop off, but I think that's part of being grown(Or maybe its part of being broke ...Anyway). I did however get the chance to hang out with some really cool folks on my bday/weekend.

I went home to see my 4 year old niece graduate from kindergarten. I walked her to school and insisted on taking her to her classroom door. When she dismissed me with a snide little "Aunt Cassandra you can go now." I held them back and said "Ok Chicken Butt...see you later." No hugg later she was skipping into class without even a look back. Cold on a bitch. View the offender.

I got to meet my nephew Kahndeh for the first time and Im in love. Smiles galore and lots of kisses for Aunty.

Yeah, I know...thats how we make'em. Sorry we don't donate eggs.

See all my babies!!! LOVE them!

When I returned my home girl Tamara had arrived in NY to chill for the week. We didnt do too much, but did have a good time at brunch with Kirt Hangtootough.

See T!

Not sure what I was channeling but, I felt the fierceness.

This guy. I swear I have more pics of the back of his head than I could count. Oh ye of low self confidence.

We, Tamara and I, went to see the Wiz con Ashanti. I don't know why they hate, but she was belting out that damn ease on down the road. I cried a little, largely because I dont get out much and being there and doing something was really overwelming, but its all good.

We had a nice dinner out and just talked about life and this awkward ass transitional period called your mid twentys. Not all its cracked up to be folks....not at all!

So in addition to that, theres work, and the usual masses of nothingness. June didnt really popoff but hopefully July will. Im honestly done with summer and can't wait to get into fall, fall clothes, fall weather, and some different shit. I'll keep you posted.

Note To Bitches: Chickenless-Chicken Club

So I just wanted to share my chicken sandwich mishap with even more people. I don't really expect to take McDonalds down, but this is still some bullshit.
On Thursday May 14, 2009 I purchased a chicken club sandwich at the 125th St. location at 11:54 pm. I purchased my food took the hour long train ride home to bite into my sandwich and find tomato, lettuce, bacon, a ton of mayonaise, but no chicken at all. I was sure to call the 24 hour location imeediatly to alert them of their mistake. The managers responce was that I should bring in the receipt for the refund or to give me another sandwich. Considering I would not be in the area for another few days I made plans to stop by on Wednesday after work again. On Wednesday I asked for the manager who did not introduce himself but later revealed, after being asked, that his name was Johnathan. I was told that even though I had a receipt and a picture of the mistake, without the sandwich he could'nt do anthing for me. "I cant do anything for you" he said. Now first I would like to point out how wildly inconvenient this "fast food" has become. In addition, why would I be expected to tote around a mayonaise ladden chicken-less chicken sandwich for a day, much less for the week it took me to get back to this location. This situation is wildly unprofessional and a case of bad customer service. Please have a training with this location on customer service and job completion. Know that I have shared this with way more than the statistical 9 consumers a scorned customer speaks with and do better! Thats all I ask.

So take that and put it in your sesame seed bun McDonalds!

GET SOME!

So I'm at home resting up for this sale going on at BNY COOP tomorrow. Guys luck up this time and get 40% off everything...yeah everything. Ladies get 40% off of full price denim. Yup, J brand, 7, Citizen, Current Elliot(Including their shorts and cute denim dresses) Genetics, Ernest, Nudie(copping those) Marc By Marc Jacobs and so many more. Come in if you can, or give us a call and we'll put yours on hold for you until the end of the day. Charge by phone and pick up available as well! Triple points for BNY card holders (i.e. Free Money)

We're open 11-7 at Wooster and until 8 at 18th Street and Madison. Call us if you need anything 212-965-9964

Stop Betching!

So, I watched June Ambrose on Rip the Run Way (the worst) talkin that Recessionista bull. Then I called Ted Gibson in an attempt to get entered into his raffle for a $900 hair makeover and he's gonna tell me that I have to be there in person to enter. Now what "recessionista" worth the last $2 in her sample sale purchased wallet would be on Park Ave between 10am and 12pm on a Tuesday Morning. I don't know about other broke ass divas, I’m sorry "recessionista's" but I had to be at work. Prompt and on time. The last thing I need to do is give them a reason to fire me in this said recession. Recession...recession, bad economy...my ass. I was in American Apparel trying on my cat suite that I think will give me the leg up on these chicks when I heard Fabolous rapping... and I quote..."We been in a recession stop bitchin'"


I agree.

Really though, I've been ballin on a budget for many years now before this recession talk came into style. It really grinds my gears to hear people compete over just how modestly they live. It's like you cant even admit that you dont have much money without the other person responding/one-uping you with their "yeah, I can't afford _______" Lying.


Apparently broke's the new rich. Whatever

Cassandra Is OBSESSED with Idris Elba

There are a few things in life that I love and a good black movie is one of them. Add my boo Idris (damn he's fine) and my girl Bey beating a bitch down and Im Obsessed. Check out the trailer while I call and request to be off for the 24th of April.

Say Word: I always liked Rosanne Barr

It's true, I did. I used to watch Rosanne all the time as a kid and when I read her statement on the Chris Brown Rihanna situation, she only confirmed how real she is!

“chris brown’s lies and excuses make me want to beat the crap out of him…he uses the language of the perpetrator just like every sleazy bastard who ever smacked his wife, kid, mother or girlfriend around uses. you dirty bastard, I hope you go to prison for ten years. IT’S YOUR FAULT, ASSHOLE! as for all the mealy mouthed hollywood and music scene chicks that can’t bring themselves to condemn a misogynistic bully, let me say this: your time as whores for propaganda is ending, bitches.”





Say Word!

I was in a store today and its was like a Chris Brown marathon, my friend made a joke to the sales associate about it and his response was " Hey its not me, I dont really give a shit." I guess his ass came out of a hollow tree. None of us know if it was an STD, an abortion, other women, other men, a tough childhood, or just his bitchassness coming out and really, honestly....there is no excuse for him to raise his hand to any woman, much less the woman he calls his girlfriend. Chris Brown got beside his damn self. Between the two of them they have everything they could ever want at their feet and still he had to go and beat her up. Real nice, real nice!

I don't know what happen and the two of them are prob the only ones who do, but at the end of the day Chris Brown hit her and he's wack for that!

Just thinking....

So, tonight I got the chance through my job at Barney's to visit the Alexander Wang showroom to see the new collections for Spring, and Pre Fall. It was a great showing and the collections are definately something to save your pennies for (esp. in this recession). This one is my favs that Im scheming on.

I really love my back and the fact that the back is open just excites me!

Ive finished fashion school and its been just long enough for me to fill the itch to start designing again. I've broken out my sketch book again and got to it. I saw a few things from A. Wang that were in my final collections. I won't take it there because he is Alexander Wang and I am Cassandra Brown. I took it more as inspiration for me to stop playing games. It's funny how inspiration strikes. My niece Alliyah got wind of my designing and has taken to designing her own little six year old self. I love it. Who knows what will come of the two of us.

That's WORD Catherine!!!!

Dear President Obama,

If I were president, I would tell people to not talk too much. It wastes time. I’d also say to war: no more, no more, no more!

— Catherine Galvan, age 6, Chicago




Other letters to President Elect Obama from Kids.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/16/opinion/16lettersintro.html?_r=1

Well...

I can't really explain why I DVR Moesha, but for whatever reason I need to know what happens to Moe to the E to the, and Q. Damn shame considering Im 24 and all.