In 7th grade, immediately following my Parents' divorce, I stepped into a ghetto-fabulous phase. Well, I guess "fabulous" is a little strong - more like ghetto-awkward phase. I bought the JNCO jeans and paired them with tiny, tight tops topped off with a Beanie. Yaaaa, Buddy- it was quite the sophisticated look for a lost 12-year-old who weighed 2 lbs and had white eyeliner on.
{couple stills of me in 7th grade... horrible!}
As I grew older and more into my style, the "middle-school" aspect of my hip-hop influences started to fade away and over time, I feel that I've successfully merged my personal/professional life with my deep appreciation for Rap music and hip-hop - I just love the vibe of it. Due to this, I'd always felt like I had a few extra doses of Flava' than some of my counterparts.
That is until I met this Breezy.
That is until I met this Breezy.
If you read my Blog on the reg', I'm sure you recognize her as I post about her out of my friends the most.

This is primarily because I do more out of the box things with her than anyone else but also because I know she reads it AND comments… so, the love she shall get.

This is primarily because I do more out of the box things with her than anyone else but also because I know she reads it AND comments… so, the love she shall get.
Anyway, Miranda puts me to shame in the smooth operator category. Whereas I thought I was cool emulating EVE and Remy Ma in style, Miranda emulates no one and can send-off the free-spirited, street-style vibe that R&B artists are known for without attempt or fabrication.

Furthermore, without too much detail (work should be eluded to but never explicitly stated online- that's my lifelong policy), she works in THE Industry and that puts her in the front and center of all the action - she's met and had extended encounters with the likes of Snoop Dogg and Missy Elliott to name a couple. The girl's a rockstar rapstar, there's a reason her tag at the bottom of this post is "MirMirFoSho" and not just "Miranda".
And so today, I wish my beloved little jiggy-wit-it, bump'n'grindin', straight-flowin beautiful fashionista friend a happy, happy, happy birthday.
Like Fiddy says: Go! Go! we're gonna party like it's your birthday!
Alright love you Red, but Caitlin Out!
Happy Friday my loves!
Alright love you Red, but Caitlin Out!
Happy Friday my loves!
