Hey y’all.

So…over the past few months (maybe more) I have noticed some fundamental changes in my attitude towards some things and in an effort to deal with it head on, I am opening up on the interwebs. So here it goes…

I think I’m falling in love with lace.

Yes o, I said it. It’s there for posterity – lace is my new love. This might not seem like a big deal to some of you but at some point I went from “oh lace is okay for weddings and my mum” to wanting to nab all the aforementioned lace from my mum. I didn’t even like sewing it – the wahala was too much.

My mum finds this change hilarious because it used to be a whole big discussion about lace – she would send it to me and I would turn up my nose at it saying:
“But momsie, you know I don’t wear lace…it’s not young enough. I will wear it for my traditional wedding…it is for momsies”
Now? She has to chase me away from “shopping” in her closet. At this rate I will soon be rocking buba and iro ( maybe I’ll go retro with the oleku style).

PSA / FYI: Buba and iro is the traditional outfit worn by Yoruba women. It can be sewn out of varying fabrics according to the occasion – lace, casual cotton for every day, my mom has some made from Indian saris. It constitutes a loose, boxy, blouse (buba) and wrapped skirt (iro). When dressed up, you will see it paired with a head scarf (gele) and maybe a shorter layered wrapper (iborun) made of different fabric. Oleku refers to the new trend of wearing a short iro. I say new but really it’s retro. My mom and her sisters rocked it with their platforms.

But as I was saying…don’t get me wrong o – one woman’s Prince Charming is another one’s Frodo Baggins. I still have my preferences within the lace family – I don’t care for eyelet lace and on modern lace, I prefer non-floral patterns but I definitely have a serious soft spot for traditional guipure, alencon and similar laces.

Is this what happens as one gets older or am I just all kinds of late? I suspect it’s a bit of both. Perhaps I am becoming a slightly more traditional Naija woman (Naija is slang for Nigeria/Nigerian) because I am also now responding to sequins the way cats respond to dancing pen lights. OK fine, that’s a major exaggeration but look what happened when I went to the LA Fabric District ( I love this place):

In case you are curious, here’s what I bought:

On another note, I was watching Joyce Meyer this morning and it made me think more about this post. I’m confessing something in a light-hearted manner but really a confession is simply declaring something.

The words we say in general ARE our confession – be it to ourselves, to God, to our friends, our family. Many of us have learned to be careful what we say to others but not so much what we say to ourselves. I know I can be guilty of that so I am cultivating the habit of confessing what God says about me. I am not always successful but that’s why I have amazing friends and family surrounding me who remind me.

Death and life are in the power of the tongue,
And those who love it will eat its fruit.
Proverbs 18:21 (NKJV)