Ode to My Fashion

February is love month they say! Valentine's day came and went. I spent it with my computer watching something on Netflix, I do not even remember what. I had zero dates, actually I had -0 dates because my love life in non-existent at this point. Peplum top - Thrifted Layered skirt - Thrifted Shoes - Class Accessories - Petersen market Glasses - Optic Ponty But enough about me. Speaking of Netflix, I took a chance on a reality show called "Love is blind" recently. I was cleaning out my closet and wanted something mindless to watch at the same time. I settled on the show absolutely certain that it would be stupid and non-threatening. Oh how wrong was I! By episode two I was already hooked. At episode three, I started to tear up a little. And now that I have watched both parts, I can hardly wait for next week to watch what I suppose is the final part.   I do not want to spoil the show for those who have not seen it yet. Let us just say that it is

Hello my friends! I have started a business of selling clothes, clothes that I designed. I have finally started after years of dreaming and talking about it. It happened out of the blue. I designed one fabric that a friend of mine gave me into an embroidered short bubu. Then I posted the bubu on my blog and Instagram. A cousin saw it and asked me to make her something similar. I did, with a fabric my brother gave me but instead of one bubu, I made two. My cousin got hers, then her colleague saw it and took it. So I had to give her the other one (I wanted to keep it for myself). My best friend ordered one, my Aunt ordered one and some colleagues at work ordered as well. In less than a month, I had 5 orders of bubus, each different, and each tailored to my customers needs. But today's post is not about how I started my business. Today is about running a clothing business in my city, more particularly about the prices of clothes in this city of mine. "Firework" S