Tekla Vintage

There’s no surprise in the fact that I love to shop at the resale stores more than the mall.  Once you start finding those fashion gems that stand the test of time you want more.  On a brief trip to Hamtramck, I discovered a place that took my breath away.  Tekla Vintage is the name and a chalkboard sign was the only indicator I needed to inform me that I needed to go inside.  After parking the car and feeding the meter, I walked pass the couple storefronts in hopes of finding a new place to purchase more personality for my wardrobe.  The baskets of straw hats should have shown me this place was something special.  These hats were brand new from their respective fashion era with the tag still on them.  The 80s, 60s and 50s were all represented and offered for $10.  I love a good hat but didn’t find one I like.  The display windows ordered me to go inside.

Come Inside

I had been transformed to place filled with vintage music, retailer décor and retro clothing.  The racks were full!  Mirrored display cases showed off the most interesting head pieces, handbags and other accessories.  As I combed the racks in sheer amazement that I had somehow missed this place, I kept noticing these words – New Stock from 50s and so on.  These clothes had never been purchased to be worn.  So it was a real vintage experience.  Garments from decades gone by presented to new shoppers for the taking.  It seemed as if my joy had reached a euphoric peak as I pushed garments from side to side trying to find something I could not live without.

I began to get a little discouraged because the customer service wasn’t really up to my standards.  These two ladies seemed to be buzzing around in their own little word, having private conversations and the worst part ignoring me.  As my old patient, Pauline Klein, would say “haste makes waste.”  I did not respond with anger or leave the store I made up my mine to look at everything before I made the ruling on supporting this store or never looking back.  Once I arrived in the area for the slacks and pants, I stumbled upon the most gorgeous items and removed them from the rack in hopes of this place offering me a fitting room to try it on before I committed to purchasing them.  My hands were full and one of the associates walked over to me asking could she put them in a fitting room for me.  Of course!  Service was definitely on the rebound after my initial feelings.  Combing through the last few racks I satisfied my need to see everything before I made my final decision and made my way to try the pants on.

The fitting room held many surprises and disappointments.  There were three (3) pairs of pants in question and I was really dying for one pair in particular.  I love ankle pants almost as much as paisley and this pair of pantaloons had combined them both in a corduroy fabric.  Perfect for the upcoming fall here in Detroit.  Someone was delusional in the 1970s and it could have been all the drugs, social unrest and politics because these pants were going to swallow me according to the size 10 tag attached.  I wrestled with them on my size 4 hips and thighs only to be upset when I couldn’t zip them to close.  Blasphemy!  There’s no way these are a 10- someone at the J.L. Hudson’s in Detroit had marked these pants wrong.  I hated that I couldn’t have them.  More importantly, I wondered if all the garments would be facing this time warped sizing and I would be out of luck among all of these fabulous clothes.  Two pair of silk pants waited in standby for me to press my luck.  This cream & black embroidered beaded pair felt exquisite on but they lacked the minimal customization I desire when purchasing vintage.  The other pair were golden and pushed me away from my fashion safety zone.  These were definitely going home with me.

Emerging from the fitting area, I requested a few items in the showcase and checked out the tie selection.  You never know when you may run across a great bow tie.  😉  The saleswomen explained to me that this was their 2nd week in business and they were still setting up the space.  I was one of their 1st customers!  That explains a lot of what I observed with regard to the buzzing around they were doing.  Okay!  She apologized for only being able to accept cash at the time and ensured me on my next visit everything would be set up.  We engaged in small talk for a few moments about their offerings and great baklava.  Please with how my experience turned around, I informed them I would be back and offered them well wishes for a good day.  Here are the winners from my shopping.

Silk Floral Pants

As always keep 🙂 !  Especially if you’re saving money! Do you know of any great resale shops?

I knew it was coming and with great style I closed out the season with a bang!  First order of business, was to take a much needed break from the job.  That wasn’t hard to do with the amount of time I had accumulated.  Let’s be honest!  I like my job and some of the people there and we have a good time some days but we all deserve a break for a good time. The main attraction for me as you all know was the Detroit Jazz Fest!  However, this social butterfly keeps a full schedule of possible events and you know – they were waiting for me to show THIS FACE!

My Spirit

The weekend for the Fest started off slow as the weather had taken a turn for cooler temps very quick. Friday evening was a no go because I refused to stand outside and be cold. With my schedule handy, I highlighted the other shows I wanted to attend during the rest of the weekend. Please remember this is the world’s largest open air free jazz festival. It was this year that I took notice of all the people that came from around the globe to experience this. The show must go on but I had another engagement Saturday afternoon that would delay me from the music.


August 30th, I was in attendance at the Powerful Women’s Luncheon III. Dressed to the nines and prepared to hear some words of encouragement. Equipped with a clutch full of business cards and anxiety about networking, I drive to Andiamo’s Dearborn on a semi cloudy afternoon. (I’m really bad at getting pictures when I’m dressed up, lol – I guess that’s something I can work on!). In the company of over 100 women, we listened to inspiration from Monica Morgan and motivation from the Honorable Brenda Lawrence. As we listened to the message a lunch was served and we talked among ourselves about our plans, goals and purpose. One of the ladies I had the pleasure of sitting with was Cassandra, make up artist and owner of the Pink & White Salon in Southfield, MI. After hearing about what I do, she was very interested in Sleeping Beauty Hair Garments. Score! Always seems I’m in the right place at the right time. We also had the pleasure of meeting Shelli, a strong woman in the automotive industry with a vision to start her own business and Ms. Armstrong one of our gems within the educational system. I seemed to be too tuckered out when this was over and opted for a nap when I got back home. This threw a monkey wrench into my jazz plans again but I did make it to see the fireworks they presented this year. Here are a few images from the day.


Sunday presented better hopes. The weather was nicer and I didn’t have any other plans. But tell me what you’re suppose to do when one of the nicest, most genuine ladies you’ve met in a really long time invites you to come celebrate her birthday with you and her name is Erica – Get Ready to GO! That’s exactly what I did. I got down the street as fast as I could in hopes of just hearing a little jazz before I transitioned into the current sounds of rap music, hookahs and booze all on the rooftop of Exodus. Who knew a roof top party would have an issue with heat? Me either and I felt like I was melting! Clad in my vintage Chicago #23 jersey & kicks. I ventured to find a spot that offered ventilation in an open air space. The night was young and everyone was having a good time. Shawn and I chatted with life long friends, caught up with recent acquaintances and drank. I noticed my sister was getting calls from our other siblings which were prohibited from entering due to the late hour. Once we made our exit who was sitting waiting for us to emerge – the rest of the gang. The night rolled on as we laughed, pouted, ate, drank, walked, laughed, drank and talked until the early hours of the morning. No more chances for jazz and me tonight. It was time to go to bed.

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Now it’s Labor Day which also means it’s the final day of the Fest and the unofficial end of summer. My mission was simple get to there and enjoy the music. In a calculated manner, I got dressed and on my bike to enjoy my last day of freedom. Shawn drove down and we walked, talked and listened to the sounds I’ve been captivated by since I was a young child. We covered a lot of ground before she had to report to work. I was waiting to see one person in particular Stanley Jordan. Then the announcer appeared with a delay of schedule message. After an unacceptable wait of an hour and a half the performance was postponed due to the lighting and thunder only present due to the thunderstorm on the horizon. We cleared the area and the rain came down hard and fast. I secured refuge in the Sweetwater Tavern in hopes of drizzle and a mini performance but it didn’t happen. As I drove away to the north side of town to see my mom, the rain stopped, the sun began to shine and I felt no disappointment as I rode through my city and watched the sun shine on us after the storm.

There’s no doubt in my mind that this year was not what I planned for. However, it was everything I needed! I hope you enjoyed the season and found a few things to 🙂 about!

Home Sweet Home

Here’s to a great summer in the one place I love most Detroit.


I toyed around with the idea of attending Bravo Bravo this year until about 5 hours before the doors opened. There was no denying I wanted to be there. However, as I discipline myself to regain my financial freedom, this event looked out of the question. I was preparing to move, paying down debt and focusing on spending less. So a ticket for $140 was simply out if the question! Until I put my thinking cap on to factor that as my only cost for an evening to get out & circulate my cards around to gain some exposure.

This is a huge event! I needed to look the part. Diving into my closet presented many options because we (I say we because my conscious & impulsive minds were literally at battle) could NOT buy anything because we have the ticket. Through a shuffled, unedited, private episode of What Not To Wear. The winner was a vintage 50s silk robin’s egg blue dress, rhinestone Vince Camuto heels & edgy bag for drama. Winner winner lamb chop dinner. What was going to happen with my hair? It was a simple answer. Nothing! The focus of the evening would be the dress. Tonight was the night the rest of society would be introduced to my hair in it’s natural kinky state. Makeup was a no brainer – keep it soft. I was ready for the night.

My escorts this year were Erica & Jodi. After using my FREE PARKING pass and catching the tram to the venue, the night was under way. Food, drinks and laughs created the perfect atmosphere to work on my networking skills. We laughed together – great but if you asked me what I did, uh oh! I’m the owner of Sleeping Beauty Hair Garments, that’s my new answer! I had arrived and it was time for me introduce myself to the world formally. This is who I am, not just the lady working for the giant corporation.

People Mover Marti


After tasting food, sampling drinks and catching up with old acquaintances I journeyed back to my vehicle. Feeling one with the night I cruised up Woodward Ave in my vintage dress talking to a homeless man (who seemed to be more informed on current events than I was). I shot a text to my love to inform him of the adventure and enjoyed this gentleman’s company and conversation. As much as I wanted to take a picture of him my decency halted me. Nobody wants to be recognized worldwide as a homeless man. As we neared my vehicle, I bid him goodnight and passed him a token for his time. Here are the captured smiles and friends of the evening.

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Another successful year for the arts and charity! I’ve already been thinking about next year which may bring forth a surprise escort. Tell me what you thought of my look. Keep on smiling! 🙂



Detroiters know when you want to get away on quick notice you have 2 options – Canada or Chicago! That’s why it’s so important to have a passport or enhanced ID! At a moments notice you could be traveling through customs. These are quick trips that offer an escape from your everyday lives with zero to limited planning. When the plans began for Esha’s Burfday we opted for a quick trip to the Chi! We absolutely love Chicago for being everything we want at home and it’s close proximity to us.

In our efforts to make it stress free. We opted to take the Wolverine! That’s the name of the Amtrak liner that commutes from Pontiac to Chicago daily. One day of fashion, food and fun packed in our rapid excursion. As we laughed at the resemblance of the Detroit station and a hospital waiting room the conductor called for us to get ready to board. I won’t even mention the individuals scheduled to go with us that missed the train due to inexcusable factors. I’ll just continue with the story! We took our seats and within seconds we were on our way on a day trip. The train ride was great and I managed to ride all the way to the Windy City without gaining a passenger to sit ext to me.


Once we arrive, prepare to hit the streets hard and fast! We drop our bags! One of us finds a Starbucks and away we go to peruse all the merchants they have that Detroiters only gain access to via the Internet. Zara was the first! I’m in love with their effortless take on women’s fashion with a cutting edge. I fell in live with this dress! They say it’s a tunic – I say it’s a dress and I have the legs to prove it!

It’s A Dress

After this store we journeyed into a few others. But after just completing a closet cleaning and creating a list I know the things I need to incorporate into my wardrobe. The saving grace for this dress was they did not have my size. If I think about it in a few weeks I may have to get it! God bless my “Any Shade of Blue” loving soul! I really need pastels. Nothing really moved me to the checkout, which encouraged me as I work on my financial discipline.

On a stop to nurture our near empty stomachs. We found Epic Burgers. In anticipation for the rest of the evening I ate small but it was enough to hold me.



I wanted to stop by the Garrett’s Popcorn to get my mom a mix as a thank you for carting the boy around in my absence. But the line was running concurrent with the curb toward the corner & I wasn’t for that foolishness. She’ll just get some from the popcorn place here in Detroit Good People Popcorn. I really love theirs anyway or you can call me a real Detroit girl! After one more stop, we hopped in our taxi back to the hotel to get dressed for our evening fun!

Picture 5 women, yes I said 5, sharing 2 mirrors, 1 shower and getting ready to go out on the town. If you have a picture, you’re probably still off. Call it organized chaos. One person flat ironing, one ironing, one showering, two applying makeup with the music going. Reminded me of my early days of adulthood when me and my friends would scurry around to get ready and leave from the same place. Dressed to the nines we headed to the Michael Jordan’s Steakhouse. Upon our arrival, there was a slight delay due to the driver trying to juice us of a few more dollars – with his rude ass! We were treated to the signature garlic bread (which may possibly stop me from eating any other bread at restaurants). Yes! It’s that damn good! The manager offered celebratory drinks in awesome style for the party of our lady of honor. This was all before we even got a table to order our food. Once being seated in the upper level of the restaurant the great service never stopped. Maybe I just feel that way because they brought us another plate of that damn bread!





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During the course of the meal, I realized I wasn’t as young as I once was and the fatigue set in motion. I apologized to the birthday girl and the adult in me told them I could not go on. I needed rest. It wasn’t our plan to turn in so early but I was ready to call it quits. After the $300+ bill was paid without drama and the candle had been blown out on the cake, we ventured back to the room. They could’ve deserted me because after I washed my face and put on my pjs it was a done deal for the kid!

Rock & Fortress

We were up early with the birds to catch our stressless ride back to Detroit. Boarding the car to procure optimal seating for more sleeping was essential and proved to work like a charm. I decided this year I may ramp up a few more points and take a few more trips this way. Our arrival wasn’t as humorous as the beginning of our journey but we were home.

Have you rode the train lately? Does this type of travel sound interesting to you as we create our summer plans?

Let me be the first to tell you- I DO NOT like, watch or recommend horror movies. The purge I encountered began in my bedroom within the closets, organizers and storage boxes. It was time to release some of my fashion weight! There was no way I was willing to part with anything so I called in re-enforcements. Yep, my son and beau (as my brother-in-law would say). They relished in the opportunity to tell me I had to get rid of some things.

It began with the clothes I recently published on Poshmark. That system was a little too slow for me. The selection was so massive for potential customers, you were lucky if someone liked your items. Through all of this I managed to sell a pair of booties I was holding on to. It was just too much for me to keep up with. I decided to close it down and take the remaining garments to a local resale shop.

My summer wardrobe was my next destination and things got serious real fast. After being called a Kindergartener, little girl and receiving several thumbs down signals. I’ll be shopping all summer to look the part in the upcoming season. Some things that I knew Mister wouldn’t approve of were ordered back into my closets for a later date. One being an Arden B. jumpsuit I never wore with the tag still attached. Apparently, this was suitable for date night. Oh okaaaaaay!

I even parted with a few coats. This surprised me more than anything. You all know how much I love my coats but it was time for me to downsize in prep for new things and my upcoming move. I located items I forgot about & never wore. In my pressured state, we discovered a few things my “Fashion Police Panel” knew I could not part with and one would give a special look when the approval was overwhelming. It was a fun experience and we all enjoyed ourselves and I ended up with 4 garbage bags of donation worthy articles.

In all my efforts to get these items to the respective destinations. I had a few people lighten my load by removing things they could use and love. My mom in true spirit knew a young lady that was in need and she took 3 of the 4 bags. Needless to say the scraps were left and a few items I made good faith promises to people about that I had to hold on to. During the beginning stages of my packing I uncovered more items up for grab. We’ll see if these make it to the charities as planned!

How do you decide which garments to part with? Have you recently held a “Purge” of your wardrobe? I was left with enough to NOT be naked one the streets if you see me, lol!

In my traveling hay day the tshirt was my favorite souvenir. You get a tshirt, you get a tshirt, you get a tshirt… Everyone gets a tshirt!!! It’s the easy momento! However as my personal style blossomed and the garments swallowed me I found no use for them. Sure I had stashed a few in my hair care box to dry my hair with but there were still many to discard. My collection included wares from Jamaica, Mexico, Bahamas and many more. The one that meant the most to me was a tattered tee I purchased on my senior trip to Disney World. Mickey Mouse dressed in his Fantasia outfit and the number 98 on the front. It was my first visit to Magic Kingdom. Almost 20 years later I was still holding on to it.

In my anxiousness to de-clutter my life. I placed this special shirt in the bag for charity. Before I get the bag to the car it ripped and the 1st thing I saw was the mouse – Mickey that is. Transporting me to a time I remember like it was yesterday. I couldn’t get rid of this shirt. What was I going to do with it though. Becoming a hair turban was out. Sitting it to the side I vowed to figure out what I was going to do. I thought about framing it but I wasn’t that big of a fan.

One day while checking things out on YouTube, I discovered a tutorial on creating a workout shirt. All I needed was a tshirt and scissors. This was perfect but as much as I like fitness wear. I don’t want to spend too much cash on it. So I had to give this a shot.

Pretty straightforward instructions to achieve the look. Cut the neck, arms and bottom hem. Use the hem to create the racerback and you’re complete. Here are a few pictures of my attempt at salvaging a piece from my past.






It wasn’t a hard project. I want to show you pictures of the final product but I wore to the gym right after! You guys know I’ll show you at a later date but it was a real success.

One more point for YouTube! 🙂