“How FUBU changed a World of Fashion, Branding and Lifestyle” – A Review

An entertaining read for those interested in the Fashion Industry, How to make a Million, and Black Culture. His purpose in writing the book seemed to be to share his story and how he stumbled into the Fashion Industry and hiked his way up the ladder.

After 40+ years of retailing, I was familiar with the fashion industry schedule, timing, competition and challenges. For me, growing up and spending most of my adult life in mixed race communities, I very much appreciated learning about Black Culture. And, frankly, more of that information should be taught in our schools if we’re really going to have respect for each other within our boundaries.

Daymond’s sharing of his family values, that shaped and molded his business ethics, showed his true self. The comments such as:

  • Focus on what you want!
  • Count yourself a success if you stay out of jail – that was the neighborhood standard
  • He stayed away from major crime because he respected his mother too much
  • Know your business from the ground up.
  • Be able to take over the grill at 6PM Saturday night when the chef walks out.
  • It’s harder and harder to recognize the world we actually live in up against the one we still imagine.

He really didn’t talk much about “power” during the heart of the book, but did finish it with his thoughts on power, and ended with this comment:

“It’s about knowing when and how to play your position in the jungle – be it lion or hyena.”

I appreciated his thoughts, experiences and knowing more about his community. I’m looking forward to a new year of “Shark Tank” to hear him differently.

Full Disclosure – Mr. John provided me a copy of his book via download. My review is my own opinion.

Another Year Comes To An End

I love the end of the year.  It’s the time we get to sit back and review what we’ve done, both professionally and personally.  That assessment is so vital to our mental health, even the news media partakes.

They’ll spend the next few weeks going back and collecting info on what they covered; facts, statistics, people stories – all the major stories of the year.  We’ll get to see those recaps and remember with them.  But have we done the same for our own lives?

Every year end, the shortest day of the year, I put together a list of accomplishments.  I then compare that to the list of goals I wrote down last December and compare the two.  How did I do this year?  I don’t know yet, because the year isn’t quite over.  But I’ll tell you more about it December 21st.  In the meantime, I’ll start writing down thoughts on what is important to accomplish in 2014.  I’ll also revisit my goals for 2013 and see what didn’t happen and should it continue to be on the list or have I moved on without it?

I try and access where I want my life to go, how should I spend my money, what should I focus on for jewelry designs, what changes do Tracy and I want to make at the store, what can I do to improve my health?  All questions I’ll think about and ultimately put down on paper.  I learned many years ago to write it down – I won’t remember a year from now and when I check back in the middle of the year to see how I’m doing I won’t have anything to compare it to.  Lots of questions without answers – yet!

Stay tuned – until next time.

Christmas Day Photo Trip

We ventured off on our usual Christmas Day Adventure.  The backroads were mucky from the melted snow and 24° wasn’t inviting to hike, so we took a little road trip.  It was surprising how many foks were stopped at Head of the Rocks with us.  From 4 different countries and 4 nationalities.  It was pretty much a picture of the population that travels through the Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument on an annual basis.  Most visitors are overseas residents with 33% from Germany, 30+% from Europe and the rest Americans.

The view of the snow-capped Henrie Mountains was as crisp and clear as you can ever see them.  The winter days are usually wonderful for clean air and blue skies.  We stopped for a bite to eat overlooking the grand Staircase.  At 8,000′ we expected more snow.  The roads were good and the plows were out cleaning up the wind drifts from the previous nights wind storm.  The storms that come down from the North bring winds and rain/snow to the mountain tops, but rarely to the valley floors.  When the storms come in from the south we can get a great deal of snow on the valley floors.

Just past Mile Post 103 on Utah Scenic Byway 12, there’s a clear view of the Henrie Mountains and the outer cliffs of Capitol Reef National Park.  Their Vermillion walls stand in start contrast to the snow-filled crevices of the surrounding formations.  As the day passes the clear skies revert to brown, the Aspen Grove shadows stretch a long ways across snow-covered meadows, and the temperature begins to fall.  Time to go home.

Hoping your Christmas was full of joy and peace.


Let It Snow!!!

Escalante, UT  Snow

First Snow of the Season

The plows rumble through town as they move the snow in the first few passes of the day.  The forecast is for snow off and on all week.  It’s dark at 5:30 – both morning and evening – but few venture out in the early morning snowfall.  Large snowflakes drift into piles and come straight down with little wind and the white blanket brings a peace only  snow can provide.
We’re fast approaching the shortest day.  Winter Solstice will occur and we’ll start our slow climb to longer and hotter days.  I almost hate to see it, because it is peaceful, the town expands from around 500 to a little less than 700.  The noise of the visitors masks the beauty of the silence of the canyons and the solitude only winter can provide.
When the girls were little and I was a single parent, I was up every morning at 5:30 – had a cup of tea and wrote.  Back then it wasn’t in Journals, it was letters to the girls father in Vietnam.  A  time to reflect on the week, share their ever-changing characters and plan for the day ahead.  Over the years I continued that pattern and arose an hour before the girls – it was selfishly mine and that’s how I felt this morning as I tip-toed out to have tea and write.
The town will slowly awake, the city will start it’s routine of plowing the city streets, the locals will break out their tractors and put snow plows on the fronts of their pickups and the beautiful white blanket will slowly disappear.  But until then, I shall sit and sip and write in the peace of the early morning and the snowfall.  It will be a White Christmas!


The end of the Lunar calendar and the start of something new.  What will you start new?
For me it’s starting my book.  Learning to use Scrivener and working my way through Greart Grandmothers story.  I’d like to  better my communication with my Grandchildren, and continuine to work on  moving on.  I’ve been doing retail work for 53 years (next June) and I’d like to be done with that part of my career by June of 2013.  It’s been a wonderful experience but standing around the store is really beginning to take it’s toll physically.  I’m grateful the floors are not concrete or it would be worse.
In the meantime, I’m busy making new jewelry for the coming tourist season.  Petrified Wood, gemstones, sandstone, Fossils, and whatever else I can find that might appeal to buyers.  But my passion remains in bead weaving.  Taking little seed beads and weaving them together to make a pattern, spell out a name, or create a piece of jewelry that looks and feels like fabric.  I like to find old shoe buckles and make them into bracelets.  I also like to create small pictures with the beads.  It’s not as easy as counted cross stitch because there aren’t as many colors available.  Sometimes you have to modify the color scheme but it’s still a fun challenge.  You can see some of the weavings at www.copperraven.com.
As for the writing, well it’ll probably appear here slowly.  We have to travel in January for the trade show run to buy product for the store so I think I’ll do some travel writing and post some pictures.  It will keep me writing.
Have a safe and loving holiday and a prosperous New Year.