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Izzy & Liv

Umm so what’s up with Izzy and Liv? I stumbled upon this black woman’s’ paradise a while ago and I had to share. If you didn’t know well now you do. You ever wonder where people get those tees that make you want to step back into the 90’s? Those tees that give you that old school Martin & Gina, Dwayne & Whitley, Love & Basketball kind of feel. Well Izzy & Liv is the place to get em!

Izzy & Liv, a should be cultural landmark. whose motto is “confidence, culture, soul, apparel you can relate to”, hit the mark when it comes to their products.  Not only are the products relatable to the fact that you’re black, they’re reminiscent of the one and only decade that changed the game-the 90’s of course! I mean not to brag or anything, but no other decade gave “relationship goals” like the 90’s.  You don’t believe me? Love Jones, Love & Basketball, The Best Man, The Wood, Brown Sugar, Poetic Justice, Boomerang, Soul Food, Waiting to Exhale (rock with me on this one, you know Gloria had a good man at the end), just to name a few.  But in all seriousness, Izzy & Liv is good for slaying your ethnic roots.  They even pay homage to our handsome young black men like Mr. Michael B. Jordan (talk about a Glo Up).

Nicole Brown launched this little ray of sunshine only last year.  Her inspirations were her two daughters.  The brand is the namesake of her daughters Izzy and Liv or Isabel and Olivia.  Brown reiterates what is constantly being said in the media that representation matters, specifically positive black representation.  She created her products to show her daughters all the wonderfulness that comes out of being black.  What a great way to never forget that your melanin is everything!

 

Lets be clear the ORIGINAL Ant Viv

Twinning!


In the words of Queen Bey herself


 

One time for the 90’s, T-Boz, Left Eye, Chilli

   

If this ain’t real!


#Goals (Jeans: H&M)

 

Be sure to go check out the site izzyandliv.com and follow on Instagram @izzyandliv

Friendship Goals

Ladies, ladies, ladies, I’m tired of seeing your sloppy friend fall out and  over the nasty floor when I’m at an event.  I just got done with spring break and I had the pleasure of being in Atlanta.  I also went to a 2 Chainz performance when I came back to D.C. Needless to say at every event I attended there were those group of girls who I feel like are “bad friends”.  Everyone has a moment, and I completely respect that.  I’ve had a moment or two but not in public and my squad definitely came through and held me down.  I just feel like girl you see your friend, you know she doesn’t need another drink, you know you need to get her some water, even if you hear “Cash Money taking over the 99 and the 2000’s,” (Juvenile, Back That Azz Up) she needs to have a seat.

Do ya’ll just not realize how it looks? Seriously! Let me put it into perspective for you.  You know the movie Lion King? Of course you do.  You know the scene where Simba and Nala are trying to find the elephant graveyard, but it’s a really a set up because Scar was hella shady, and the hyenas show up? You know.  Well your friend is dumb, little Simba, that man that’s been lurking on your drunk friend is the hyena, and you darling, you are Scar.  Why are you Scar? Because you’re SHADY! Remember in the movie Mufasa showed up and saved Simba and Nala.  Friends need to act like Mufasa.  Save your friend.  Please!


In Atlanta, I witnessed a girl literally almost falling to her death. One, she couldn’t walk in heels.  Two, she was like the epitome of bow legged.  Where were her friends? They were in line, in the club and getting a number. To me a good friend would have been like maybe flats, maybe sandals, I’ll even give you wedges.  Some might say “Dom that’s mean,” but it’s not.  I don’t see it that way.  My friends know me and I expect them to tell me the truth. If I look bad I expect one of them to say Dom I don’t like that or you’ve looked better, something.  Bottom line, if they let her wear the shoes they should’ve been helping home girl walk in them.


Saturday was completely worse.  You know the saying “the blind leading the blind,” that was that crew.  All of them were lit, like blazing, like a forest fire.  But one of them stood out, lil mama was gone.  Poor baby, she fell all on the floor and then rolled like it was fire drill.  She lost her shoes. She fell over one of my friends. She was dropping other peoples drinks.  At this point, the most sober one should’ve came to the rescue.  But no because what? You got it.  These females are shady.  They walked away from her. Eventually they came back but that shouldn’t have happened.  How are you going to leave her like that. Something could’ve went really wrong.


I used to always wonder how girls would go missing in like Mexico and Aruba.  I understand now.  I’m not saying friends don’t care at all, but they don’t care enough.  Don’t let the drunk one go  by herself, don’t let anyone go alone actually.  By all means be a cock block.  Save my life! Instead of Snapchatting my drunkenness help me off the floor.  Simple things like that make the most impact in a persons life.  Make me understand why you’re my friend in the first place.  Show me that you have my back, that you’ll hold my hair and my hand. If I’m acting up and you don’t turn into my mama then we don’t need to be friends.  Real friends keep each other in line, no matter what, and that should be every females friendship goals.