As we approach this holiday season, there is so much for which to be thankful. On Thursday, I will be thankful for a day off from work, quality time w/my fam, and all the wonderful food that I’m sure will keep me out of my jeans I’ve been working out so hard to get my butt back in. My inner fat girl will gladly profess that Thanksgiving is her favorite holiday but my inner diva’s heart belongs to the other holiday she will celebrate this week… BLACK FRIDAY!!!
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Now Black Friday has been characterized with crazed shoppers storming through the sliding doors at Wal-Mart at the crack of dawn but my love for Black Friday comes from a much different place. You have to understand, I come from a long line of fashionistas (my 60 year-young great aunt has a shoe game to die for!!!) and this is the one day of the year that I get to bond with them.
Most of my fam lives in Philadelphia and Thanksgiving is the one holiday that we all make the trip to spend it together. In between meals and football commercial breaks (not only is my great fashion sense genetic, but so is my love for football) we devise a game plan for Black Friday: “What time do you wanna meet?... There are some many new outlets by King of Prussia. They have a French Connection, Miss Sixty, and Last Call… K, I know you wanna go there.”
The next morning we assemble, usually around 10am. My grandmother is up making my pancakes and turkey sausage as I get dressed. I know I’ve told you guys before to put your best foot forward when getting dressed but this is def one day I get very well acquainted with the more casual side of my wardrobe (sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no makeup on). This makes the frequent trips to the fitting room so much easier.
Anyways, once my mom and I have met up with my aunts and cousins, we split off into teams and our caravan of SUVs head out toward King of Prussia. For many years, my cousin Janelle and I were the youngest in the group and I loved it because we were the center of attention. One of my fondest Black Friday memories is from my high school years. We all know the pressures of keeping up with the Jones at that age and I had my fam search every high-end department store in the Philly metro area to find me the Manolo boots that that look like high-heeled Timberlands (and hell no I wasn’t gonna wait for the Steve Madden knock-offs). We finally found them in a Neiman’s but I was sad to learn that they didn’t have a pair in my size 6 (which I’m sure pleased my mom because she was obviously experiencing a temporary moment of insanity or didn’t know how much Manolos go for when she agreed to go half with me, lol). One of my proudest Black Friday moments was last year when my 12 year-old mini me Yasmine told her mom “Can I just have my money? I don’t need you to shop with me, I’m going with K.” **tear** Aww, the torch has been passed.
I know you guys are used to me writing about dating and romantic relationships but as I sit here and realize that I may not make it to Philly this year, I decided to share with you the relationship that means the most to me, my fam.
Stay tuned, next week I’ll have holiday gift giving tips for the special fashionista or fly guy in your life.
Fly recognize fly and it’s in my DNA. J
-CallMeKarrie
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