This episode combines two of the things the Sistas love, travel and eating. They talk about two shows that examine the cultures and the food that comes from them. Are these places you want to go or foods you want to eat? Listen and hear.
Art is a powerful way to tell a story. My artwork tells the story of a people who rise up from things that try to hold them down. They are made of great things.
This artwork is available on essential items. There are several patterns that have a deeper meaning. The purple circles remind us of God’s word that He knows the plans He has for us. We are different sizes ad different shades, but all with a purpose.
In 1786 the Governor of the French Colonies in North America signed a law that created a slave class of people. It determined how they could dress and wear their hair.
In the British Colonies there were slave codes that required their clothing be made from a cheap cloth. This cloth was usually blue which made it more of a slave uniform.
Slaves were forbidden from wearing hand me downs from their masters. If local law enforcement caught them in hand me downs, they could take the clothes for themselves.
The irony is that many of the slaves made the clothes they could not wear.
Zelda Wynn Valdes decided to be a fashion designer but discovered she could work in some great fashion houses, but they only allowed her to be a seamstress. They would steal her designs and put their names on the label.
Valdes opened her own fashion house on Broadway in New York City. She created designs for people like Dorothy Dandridge, Josephine Baker and Mae West.
As a child I often wondered why my people made such a show out of their Sunday best. As I have learned, deciding how you cloth yourself is a big deal.
They worked very hard in those old boots just so they could purchase that big hat for Sunday service.
Yet whether they were in the boots or the hat, they came to a point where they could decide how they were clothed.
Faith is something that is fat and full and bright. The Lord has taken me on adventures that have stretched it and made it look nothing like I imagined. He has taught me it was not what I thought it was. It was better. It was hard. It allowed me to get to know God in a way I never knew.
God gives us beauty whether we appreciate it or not. Most of the time we do not. We trash the place and ignore His good work. Every spring flowers grow.