Let Us Peacock!


They say that after every heartbreak we peacock. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve heard besides “I love you too”? That after the showers of pain, you become even more beautiful than you were before…

Most of you already know by now that Hello Giggles has been blogging lately about what one should do after a breakup in order to prepare for their next relationship. And since I’m me, I have to disagree with some of them.

A topic that’s right up my alley however, is dating oneself, because I’m BIG on dating myself.

Before we begin, allow me to express that after jumping out of a relationship we mustn’t jump right into another one. We all know that NEVER works out. Rule #1: stay as far away as humanly possible from rebounds of any kind (which is why I never repeat an outfit or an ex lover for that matter), carry on.

No one likes to be a rebound, and after a while even the one who jumps in tends to get worn-out it just causes too much confusion, and before you know it, you’re allowing “Hey you busy? Call me” messages from your ex at 1AM. Therefore, take your time.

Now, this last relationship, although VERY short (and my feelings had completely out-weighed the length of the relationship itself in which normally should’ve taken about 3 weeks to get over), I shortly after made a list of things I needed to do in order to make the process of being “Cute and adorable Wajima again” easy as masturbating.

I’m also happy to report that what took place kicked the little pants off of my tiny list, and everything that happened not only was unexpected, but absolutely worth it. Lets go back a bit…

After my break up (lol) I went back into the box, and began de-cluttering all the junk I had collected while emotionally, physically and mentally involved with it, and as I tossed all the reasons that were trying to keep me from being adorable and lovable even… like, the sweaters and the crap I should have NEVER accepted…

Rule #2: don’t accept anything from anyone if there is any signs of red flags from the very start. Nonetheless, what I found with every swing of the arm -was that I couldn’t wait to be my old self once more, hmmm, but this time…better than EVER.

I had to dig hard and deep (just how I like it) and as I retraced my steps to the beginning of it all….where I landed was just in the right spot; I went back to the basics; I began to date myself all over again, and now for the moment you have not been waiting for, if you would please allow me this kindness to share with you all the things I did to make sure, I’d never repeat the same mistakes again, lets take a look at a year worth of emancipation.


How to Date Yourself Before Dating Anyone else by Wajima.

I saw John Mayer in concert


Started dreaming again


I bought a telescope


I went back to school


I went back to the theater


I accepted a great job


I made new friends


I moved


I inspired a painting


I changed my furniture


I reupholstered my chairs


I inspired an album


I visited Naples


I saw the Red Moon


I celebrated 36


I was the PR/Model behind a community project


I went back to sketching


These became my favorite cookies again


I was part of my first Corporate Run


I went kayaking for the first time


I saw the sunset


I celebrated my childrens accomplishments <3


I went to New York more than once.




I started painting again

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I went to Brooklyn with this beauty


I took a nice picture from the hood of a taxi cab in the middle of Time Square


I went on my first  date in forever


I took a yoga class under the first Super Moon of the summer


I was able to catch lighting on my phone


I was a foot model for my sons’ Sleeping Beauty sketch



I inspired a poem, and I fell in love with life all over again



Fall in love and if it doesn’t work out fall in love again after that, and if that doesnt workout try it…one…more…time, but don’t forget to fall in love with you first.  I want to thank everyone who has been a part of this transition, you kept me sane, you kept me grounded and most importantly you kept reminding me of how fucking amazing I am. I love you so much.

Young Karma, Good Karma.

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For what seems like forever, I’ve had a love hate relationship with Miami. For as long as I can remember my repetitive thoughts have been, “Once the kids finished school, I’ll be moving to New York. The idea million dreams away back then, has presented itself; having now not one, but two graduates of 2014, it has now come during the time were I’ve fallen in love with Miami for the first time in 25 years. My son will be leaving to NYC in hopes of finding a piece of his own dreams there, and I who dreamt of this day which now has presented itself, I’m having a hard time coping with a soon to be empty nest.

Lucky for me, I’m still a kid at heart and on Saturday morning we traveled Miami for Free Comic Book Day. Our first stop was at Mac’s Comic Collectibles, where we found a line that wrapped around the building. While we stood out there waiting, I took advantage by reading ‘Many Lives, Many Masters’ by Brian L. Weiss, M.D. which became a conversational piece. Once inside we went into our comic book digging adventures that lead to almost going to blows with the guy behind the register over my Sailor Moon find. Seems I hit a soft spot with him, but all in all the people running the place were extremely nice.




This year has been about asking and receiving, something I’ve had a tough time accepting in the past, yet with the patient heart of others, I’ve come to terms and I’ve allowed myself to ask for help in areas where I’ve needed it most. This lesson came with a high price, but I’ve openly welcomed the change in hopes that it would make me a better person, and so it has.  Sunday afternoon, I went to my brothers house to get things ready for a surprise baby shower for a couple whose been going through some tough times, and as we came together to shower them with love and gifts needed for there growing family, I began to feel blessed for being part of their day, and deeply humbled to have given them something needed; the piece of mind of knowing we all had their backs.

Bless someone in your life soon, even if you don’t know them well, it will come back loaded with great karma, plus there’s no better feeling than doing something for someone other than yourself. Pay it forward.

Anya Hindmarch Gives A Little Love to New York City.

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Anya Hindmarch is opening a flagship store on Madison Avenue, New York City. OH MY GOD! Do you know who I’m talking about? Well, if you were one of the lucky few who bought her ‘I Am Not A Plastic Bag’ at wholefoods back in 2007, then you know I am referring to the fashion icon of woman power!

The new store will be the first ever space to house both mainline and bespoke collections under one roof.  It will include an entire floor dedicated to Anya, which was only available at the Pont Street shop in London. Man, I love New York!

New York, New York!


Whenever something touches my soul I find myself gravitating towards New York. There is just something about that city that soothes my heart.  I think it’s impressive that even for such a busy city that its able to bring the kind of serenity I need.  Combine the sleepless atmosphere with the presence of my two sisters, and the company of great friends, and you have yourself a innovative and amended, Wajima.

Now, I’m planning to visit home soon, so I have taken the liberty of searching for the perfect NYC outfits inside my closet, and so far here’s what I have come up with.


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11 Year’s Later!

Here we are eleven years later, and its still hard to wrap your mind around the fact that the face of America has changed forever. Every year the memories start to set in, and we all gather around talking about where we were, what we were doing and quite possible what we were drinking on the morning of the September 11 attacks.

I try to make it to New York annually, this year I wasn’t able to, and this was the one year I should have…

Recently someone had asked if I had always been this way, “Have you always been this extreme about life, and wanting love all the time, and so overly obsessed with the sun and the moon, and the blah blah blah?” Well, my answer to that was, “No”, but I’m glad I am now.

Everyone says that September 11, changed their lives, everyone has a reason for why this day makes them breathe a thousand nights…my story is not any more or less interesting than those you’ve heard, but its my story nonetheless, and lets just say that I’m happy to see the sun everyday, and enormously thankful for the moon at night.

I’m obsessed with living, because once upon a time my life was almost cut short, and I’m open to love always, because that’s my reason for living. If ever I need a reminder I’ll sit back and remember September 11, 2001, because it truly changed my life forever.