Friday, August 19, 2011

The Brooklyn Bakery

The Brooklyn Bakery isn't what you think it is as you continue to read this post. It will evolve into a deep earthy collage of whimsical and textured patterns of natural resources that have been captured through the eyes of Matthew Burnett, designer and founder of The Brooklyn Bakery.

Matthew gets his inspiration from the million dollar brownstones to the abandon warehouses that encapsulate the character, ethnicities, music and diversity that makes Brooklyn a world apart from New York City, its next door neighbor. 

The Brooklyn Bakery is a new fashion label that caters to women who like the sense of originality and style of bracelets, cuffs, natural earthy tones, patterns and colors that will set you apart from the rest.  The strap floral bracelet that looks like madras on leather would look great with some leather boots and a short gauze skirt or the silver boa bracelet that would look great with some jeans a white long sleeved blouse and  blazer.

 Below are some samples of Matthew’s bracelets and cuffs and  where you can buy them at a limited time today, just click the following link for a special invitation  or if you miss the sale you can get them at



Thursday, March 31, 2011

Ms.Frances Pierce - Neighborhood Nine's Only Queen!

Queen Mother Frances Jo Smith Pierce at 82 years of age, quietly passed away this morning at 5:30AM in her home 106 West Woodridge Drive, Durham, North Carolina 27707. She was surrounded by her 3 children Melvin, NneNna and Debbie. Her heavenly journey has now begun and the transition was peaceful and loving.

Mom’s spirit has ascended to the heavens and she resides with the angels. In lieu of a funeral, the Queen requests a memorial tribute and celebration of her life that will be held in Durham, N. C. More specific information about this tribute will be forthcoming.

At Mom's request, please no flowers. If you would like to make a donation in the name of Queen Mother Frances Pierce, please send to Monument of Faith Church P.O. Box 827, 900 Simmons Street, Durham N.C. 27702. Cards and expressions can be sent to the Frances Pierce Family 106 W. Woodridge Dr. Durham NC 27707

During this time of grief, there is also great joy. Let us remember the Queen Mother’s favorite quote: We love you to life!

The Pierce Family, Melvin, NneNna (Freelon) and Debbie

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Gas Prices - Here we go again!

It's amazing depending on where you live seems to determine what you pay for gas. Now I live in Cambridge and the gas prices are wavering around $3.45 - $3.55 per gallon. Now if you live in Belmont the prices are wavering around $3.39-$3.45. So now I was in Roxbury/Dorchester the other night and I was almost on E, so I deperately needed some gas. I really didn't have many options, but I did ride around for a few minutes and finally gave up. The gas prices in that area are running $3.69-$3.75, I was appalled to say the least. It costs me $70.00 to fill up my tank in Roxbury/Dorchester and it costs me $60.00 to fill up in Cambridge, so you know where I am filling my tank from now on. It's either Belmont or Cambridge, where are you going to buy your gas?

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Quirky and fun brunches in Boston -

                               Quirky and fun brunches in Boston -

Saturday, January 1, 2011


This is another one of my favorite poems, which I learned about in the 8th grade at the good ole Houghton School in Cambridge, Mass

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.