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Sunday

Baby Phat Designs

These spring colors go well with a spring fashion show.

Here's a link to a spring Baby Phat designs runway collection showing. Some of these actually look pretty "tame." Sit back and watch the fashion.

Baby Phat Spring 2009 Fashion Show

Image: by shaire productions via Flickr; Creative Commons License

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About Me

'Fro Style

I'm a "young" senior, a child of the universe, happily living life in the Midwest (USA). Growing up I wore my hair in its natural state. As I reached my teen years I started wearing the "straightened" look. Hot combs for days! In college I discovered the most comfortable style for me, my "Angela Davis 'fro." It was a beautiful thing, and so easy to maintain. Since then I've tried the relaxed style, both short and longer. Never really cared for the texture of relaxed hair, just too stiff and "fried." So I eventually reverted to my old-school straightened style. But lately I've been wearing my hair mostly in its natural state, a better healthy-hair option. JD

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size.

But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies.

I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips,

The stride of my step, The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

I walk into a room Just as cool as you please,

And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees.

I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me.

They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery.

When I try to show them They say they still can't see.

I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style.

I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing It ought to make you proud.

I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand, The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.