New Venture in the Making

Such anticipation! The new business venture has been established and is under way. TABB (Think A Bit Bigger, specializing in custom bow ties and having our eyes on the exclusive prize) was birthed out of the creative crazy that is Dork Dozier, whom also happens to be the big BF. So, I've officially joined the crazy party as the new business manager, and so far, so exciting.

When given the task of creating the new (and first!) spring/summer 2011 line for TABB, I thought for sure it would be a long and arduous process. Dork designed the whole thing in a day. That's how hype he was about the inspiration ideas that we came up with for the designs.

Though we can't yet reveal what that inspiration is, or what the designs will look like just yet, please believe you all are front and center on the process and all the first looks at everything.

As such, below is our first trip to DTLA to check out what the fabric stores of the fashion district had to offer our vision. And they did not disappoint.











So stay tuned. And excited. And prayerful.

New Kid on the Block

So the last few days I have been babysitting my godneice (sidenote: am I the only one who savors all oppurtunities to bestoy family titles for technically non-family members? I have so many aunties, sisters & cousins, my family circle is about 5x's bigger than it already is. Love it).

Anyways, she's a doll. Seriously. One of those babies who only cries when she needs something, and once it's taken care of, she's straight chillin'. We actually watched part of "This Is It" and I'm proud to say that we now have a new Michael Jackson fan in the making. (This, by the way, is our civic duty. If your kid doesn't know about "Beat It" and "Thriller" by age 6 then you are robbing him or her of future cool points. And that ain't right.)

So I had to share the joy of her company with you all. Perhaps I should consider nannying as a new career path??

=/ Maybe not.

Found!

EXTRA! EXTRA! EXTRA!

My keys have been found. And my bf's wallet. At a recording studio in Santa Clarita. How I will retrieve them I know not. But at least I know where they are.

And knowing is half the battle.

I feel like there's a deep message to be learned in this. Something about patience and letting go of control. Might write a haiku about it. Don't worry, you will definately get to read it.

So rejoice! What you lose CAN be found, even after you've lost all hope.

Lost!

Is it not so very frustrating, and turns life upside down, when you lose something that you had no intention of losing? That you rely on daily? Like your keys, for example? Yeah, my keys are gone. And now everything is limited: access to my apartment, I can't drive anywhere. Even my bf's wallet was attached to it on a clip, so now he might have to get a new license and new credit cards. Really??? I'm having a hard time accepting this. I'm still searching. I don't understand. I've retraced my steps over and over again. Nothing. Even got folks praying that I find them. I feel trapped, like life decided to swindle me out of them and hide them under a couch cushion (and yes, I've already checked the cushions) just for laughs. And I can't make them reappear. Resistance is futile.

I'm not in control. And I have to accept it.

Willkommen auf der Reise, was mein ist (Welcome to the Journey that is mine)

And here it is. On September 23, 2010 I did what I had been trying to get the guts to do for over a year: quit my job. Been there for 4 years, made good money, had cool ass bosses, my own office and could bring my dog to work everyday. We wore jeans and chatted about dj's and who was going to Coachella that year. I talked with Warner Bros. regularly and the location dept for Entourage for an entire season. So what was the problem? My time was not my own. That I had to get permission three months in advance to go home for my sister's wedding, or to go see my mom in New Jersey. I was feeling less and less like my life had ANYTHING to do with me, at all. I would sometimes (more often than I would care to admit) look up from my computer (that infernal piece of machinery!) and realize that it was 8pm and I was still not done. And I would be expected back the next day at 9am with a smile. Ready to do it all again. It's taxing. Granted, life is taxing, but shouldn't I at least be taxed by my own life, my own choices, my own mistakes, and not a life that's governed by someone else's rules, someone else's schedule?? So I made some arrangements (that came thru by the grace of God and nothing else, believe you me), put in my resignation, had a party and took my ass home.

So here I am. Staring down the barrel of life's guns, wondering what in the hell I'm gonna get hit in the face with next. It's terrifying, and thrilling, like moments where you actually feel like a bad ass. I'm breathing in a different kind of air now, thinking different thoughts, speaking different words. Even wearing different clothes, not out of some foolish need to keep up with a trend, but as a part of the free-ing process. The me-ing process.

It's up to me now. I can do this. I must do this. I will do this.

Come on, life. Take your best shot.

Lovin,
Asia