Isn’t the garden beautiful?  I can’t take any credit for that garden that was found in a Google search.  I wanted to get you prepared for the topic of this post.  🙂  You all remember a couple of months ago I was so excited about becoming the cultivator of my church’s garden.  They asked me to draw up the plans, create a budget and present it to them.  I knew something was up when the pastor wanted me to call him.  So, I did what they asked of me.  One of the sisters of the church called me and told me that my drawing wasn’t professional.  What?!?!  The informal way that this all happened I didn’t expect it to be so strict… I took my plan and revised it, creating a more detailed account of what was going to happen in the proposed garden. Contact with the mural artist, landscapers and concrete mason was made and estimates were made for the work.

The Plan

Not to mention the muralist Eric Patrick had taken the time to draw the picture up and give me the artwork to display to the board of trustees.

Proposed Mural

I was revving to go.  Then I talked to the pastor. Lord, he explained that the board of trustees needed me to determine a budget for the garden and alternative means to fund it. O_o  I vocalized all my options and he expressed to me that they are very tight with the “purse.”  He then informed me that they will want to know why the $1200 for the mural was even needed or important.  Unfortunately, as much as the pastor wants this to move forward, he’s having a hard time with the board.  Mainly because they have the final say in all monetary decisions involving the church.  My pastor asked me to be patient and NOT to become discouraged.  With those simple, yet powerful words I got my game face together to meet with the board.

That was in April, I have yet to speak to anyone about my proposal for the Herbert B. Robinson Sr. Memorial Garden. Patiently waiting to get that call to present my dream and get started on the work involved in the actual garden.  I’m ready, a million times over for it and them.  I want this to be a NEW fixture in the congregation and community.  A NEW place for us to meet and fellowship..  If it means that I have to wait a little while before this goal can come everything I want it to be… I’ll wait with a 🙂

It seemed as if I hadn’t been out in ages.  Let my people tell it I don’t know where I live because I’m out so much.  Needless to say  had a dazzling weekend in my hometown, DETROIT!!!  Partying and laughing with family & friends – Unforgettable.  The rundown went something like this: Family, Fashion then Friends… 🙂

Friday’s evening was positioned as the return of 3 The Hard Ways “Don’t Call It a Comeback” night.  All of us clad in our finery, TOP DOWN rolling through the bustling downtown Detroit area.  Just to end up at our neighborhood friendly night spot Next Level.  One of the few places in the CBD that allow gym shoes, t-shirts (dirty & clean) and ostrich covered bar stools. (raised eyebrow, lol) It was a welcome home party for one of my neighborhoods own.  Mindless to the attire of everyone else, we strolled our clearly overdressed for the venue selves up in the piece.  Familiar faces & a round of hugs was the appetizer to an unforgettable evening.  As usual my big brother was there in rare form supplying the comic relief, along with his band of brothers (friends).

3 The Hard Way

While gracing this place with our presence, I ran into a very good friend of mine and true enough I saw him a few days ago.  It was better seeing him out in the streets, even if it was a “hood” event.

My Homie from the ‘Mount & I

No drinks or food, just a cornucopia of laughs and slight rocking to the music.  During my departure, I was greeted by that someone I mentioned in my I Had A Blast post.. He communicated, in only a way that he knew how, that he STILL is the here.  I laughed it off and capped that night off as a great one.

Saturday didn’t have any plans until 4pm O_o.. Being the ever ready person that I am I welcomed the opportunity to catch Walk Detroit Fashion Show at the gorgeous Detroit Opera House… Guess who my company was??  Okay, you wouldn’t have got it any way, lol  My cousin Tina.  Clad in all black and fierce pumps.  We arrived a tad late but in good time.  Bullied our way into some pretty good seats and watched the fashions of several local designers (32 to be exact).  We were there to show our support for Chargrels.  Which lead me to believe that my friend Marv Neal was back there helping pull things together.  Confirmed by Instagram he was, lol.  Here are a few images from that night:

For some thing that started at 8pm it didn’t finish til midnight.  I did however see a few items that I must have.  Good fun, 2 pink moscatos and a trip to a port-a-pottie were the makings of the conclusion of night duex.

Sunday what can I say…smh  I went to get my nails done and wouldn’t you know… Steve had the nerve not to be there.  So, I had to venture into another one of the million nail shops around town.  Where did I end up in the only one where the lady thought she could do 2 pedicures, a full set and a manicure/ brow arch by herself….Ha!!! Her husband finally showed up so she could focus.  After that I went to a friend’s home for a BBQ.  Let’s just say I had a really GREAT time!!! Food, Music, Drinks, Friends and Flirting equal my kind of day.

The event went on without one problem.  Good times the whole evening through that resulted in me entering my home a couple of minutes shy of midnight… 🙂 I enjoyed this weekend.  It included everything that I love; smiling, laughing and eating!  A weekend such as this was needed, I been going through so much and I’m doing my best to get you caught up.  As always keep your positivity flowing and those 🙂 on your face…