Welcome to Sweet Butter Sundays
A Time for Self-Care
Summer Summer Summertime. This weekend has been peaceful and friendly. I watched First Wives Club on BET+ and it was so Bomb! I might actually think about paying for BET+ after my free trial ends (but I already have cable, Netflix, Hulu, and Prime Video, come on now!). I spent so much time lounging on my patio reading and chatting with my sister on the phone. I did a lot of nothing with my new husband and we just enjoyed our time off.
A couple of weeks ago I found this bamboo food tent at TJ Maxx and I fell in love (pictured above). All my summertime dreams were about to come to fruition. I immediately imagined picnics in the park with my girlfriends, picnics by myself with a good summer book, picnics with my husband on romantic date nights in flowy summer dresses. I just pictured the perfect summer pass time of good food and a summer breeze. So, of course, I had to make this happen! Not pictured are the delicious wings and fries we chowed down on from B and L Wings. B and L Wings doesn’t have a storefront and you have to order the wings on Instagram or by phone. I was a little skeptical, but when I saw the wings kept selling out, I knew I had to try them. We ordered their signature hot lemon pepper wings and it was worth the drive to the suburbs. If you are in Atlanta, I definitely recommend checking them out. Just know, you’ll have to order the food several days in advance and they are only open for pick up on the weekends. After we cleaned up from the messy yet delicious wings, we just spent time hanging in the park chatting, chilling, and drinking lemonade.
If you haven’t already, I hope you take a moment for yourself. A moment to relax and remind yourself of the little things you love about your life. If you’re looking for suggestions on what to do you came to the right place. Check out my sweet butter treats below and treat yo’self!
This Week’s Treats ~ A picnic in our neighborhood park and time spent reading my favorite poetry.
— > I’d love to hear your about your favorite picnic snacks and poems in the comments below!
Poetry by Female Black Authors
I like to find poems that speak to me and my current life situations. Poems can express the jumbled thoughts I have in my head and bring more meaning to my circumstances. Sometimes they have better words and the perfect tone of how I’m feeling about life or how I hope to feel about my life. The two poems below speak to my heart, so I thought I’d share them with you. ❤
Celebration by Mari Evans
I will bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person and we will have us tiwce as much of love and everything I be bringing a whole heart and while it do have nicks and dents and scars, that oly make me lay it down more careful-like An; you be bringing a whole heart a little chipped and rusty an' sometime skip a beat but still an' all you bringing polish too and look like you intend to make it shine And we be brinigng, each of us the music of ourselves to wrap the other in Forgiving clarities Soft as a choir's last lingering note our personal blend I will be bringing you someone whole and you will be bringing me someone whole and we be twice as strong and we be twice as true and we will have twice as much of love and everything
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need for my care. ’Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.