The bag was looking at me.
I was looking back at the bag that was looking at me
She was looking at me look at the bag that was looking at me.
We were looking at each other 😉
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
The bag was looking at me.
I was looking back at the bag that was looking at me
She was looking at me look at the bag that was looking at me.
We were looking at each other 😉
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
We need not say much do we? You can see that we are on point and trendy cows. Cool!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
My 2016Â started with a big step that I had been contemplating for some time. For the first time in forever, I hacked off my hair. It was a way of saying Happy New Year to me.

I even jump in alarmed trepidation as I say this.
I never knew that I would finally have the gumption to take the step to cut my hair down to a low cut and carry it like that, but I am totally loving it.
Why did I take such a drastic decision after decades or perming, curling, weaves and all what not?
The answer is as simple as the fact that I just needed a break from all the stress. Let me give you a brief synopsis.
So there it is and that list up there could go on…..
Now I stand under the shower and enjoy the warm water cascading down and soothing my poor, frazzled brain.
I swim without any worries. I don’t even bother to blow-dry it. Just apply coconut oil and let it dry by itself.
I don’t have to bother plunking my butt down for hours on end for any hairdresser, for now at least. I am totally tickled and thrilled.
Now, I will rock it until I get bored and I can always choose what next to do. I can always revert to the braids and weaves to switch up my looks, though I am seriously contemplating getting them locked into fabulous locks.
The good thing is that I thought I wouldn’t have the nerves to do it, but I braved it and did it. My dear Himself was shocked at first, but it’s growing on him 😉
A few of the different looks.
Two great words to use this week for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge. Style & Fresh.

He admires the style of her hair.
Leaning over, he inhales,
They smell like fresh cut summer flowers.
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The tweed jacket is out of  style,
She clings to it nonetheless,
It reminds her of fathers fresh cologne.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
I enjoy fashion and when I was much younger, I quite considered myself a decent fashionista. It was a matter of being on fashionable point, with the pedal-pushers, the knicker-bockers, the hot-pants, bell-bottoms, tube tops, penny loafers, cute platforms and what not.
I can’t forget the priceless look on my dad’s face when I once ripped up my jeans in the wake of the ripped jeans fad. He thought it was for a University project called rag day and the poor man just couldn’t understand the whole shebang.
Nevertheless, I always drew the line on indecent clothing that were simply too exposing.
I have never found the thought of exposed bosoms and butts my cup of tea.
Before you start to wonder, yes I do wear shorts.
Sensible shorts that will not cause your eyebrows to disappear totally from your face, leaving you looking forever startled.
In recent times, I have seen ladies (and I hesitate to address them as ladies) dressed in ways that begs questioning and this nudity is even glorified on media platforms.
I think that it is part of today’s societal problems, which indirectly encourages a lot of young ladies not to take pride in esteeming themselves or treating their bodies with dignity. It has it’s adverse effect on society at large. The equating of nudity with being fashionable, is a view that I seriously beg to disagree with.
If someone behaves trashy, people will turn her into a dumpster and like my mother would say, ‘if a man can get free milk from his neighbours cow frivolously at any time he wants, he would never have need to buy his own Cow; and if the Cow dies, he simply becomes friendly with another generous neighbour.’
Nowadays, I go for comfort as much as possible on a regular day and I love to wear girly dresses that accentuate my femininity on special occasions.
Nothing spells ‘lady’ like a woman in a lovely get up.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post New Sensation.
Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.