Rain Dance

The guts of Fairfield suburbs is where I had just removed myself from. Cookie cutter people frightened by my tutu's and Punky Brewster taste for color. I was what they were afraid of. The suburbs ached to spit me out.
After I had first moved into the "club" called Hunters Trace about ten years ago quickly, I saw my square peg - Punky Brewster syndrome. The very first day of being in the home I was just PUMPED to be in this house. What do you do when you are excited? Turn the music all the way up and dance. Dance like a warrior. For some reason there were balloons involved. Furniture became my stage. A rain dance was in the works..... hopping from the couch to the coffee table, to the next couch, dancing and balloon bopping.
Fast forward to the next afternoon. A herd of the muffin-top-sweatshirt-wearing-moms collectively clucked at me; the unexpected. No, not WELCOME to the neighborhood. No, not here is a loaf of warm baked pumpkin spice bread. "You need to get blinds, my husband and the rest of us all saw you dancing."
This lesson was the glue to my future of dealing with "the herd". Remaining me ten years later, I still dance. I dance when I want and how I want. There is always rain. So my question has always been along these lines. "Do these women have the same dreams?" Do they dream in color or just the shades of grey there Eddie Bauer sweatshirts came in? My heart bleeds for them if they share my dreams. My mini Punky Brewster wants to shake them and free them of their fears.
All of these years later my dreams have only evolved to come into fruition. Soon after my meeting with Joe, the next dream happened. Unlike the pure clinical white of the boardroom dream, this one came to me in hybrid colors. Colors; the food of life.
There was a huge ceremony brewing. Red carpets were lining the streets. My only job was to Unlock these celeberties. I was more of a shadow. Several women with glowing teeth framed by silky lips were mouthing to reporters "Melissa did this". The shouting fans and humming streched "rides" were the soundtrack to this specific dream.
Celebs have always just been people to me. In fact I keep a fair distance from the craze that halo's them. This was the first time in my life I had even thought about something like this. Creating a look for a celebrity would be no different to me than creating a look for one of the muffin-top-moms.
The abiltiy to see people as people seemed to be even one more reason that Unlocked Style must succeed. On a red carpet or in a kitchen with a crock pot warming the counter. Although the path is a little muddy at this point, I am here in living color.



Nutty Monkey

1. wheat whole grain rounds (any round bread)

2. sliced bananas

3. hazlenut spread



Spread, slice, and assemble. Grill it, press it - Make it warm and gooey!