YO FORGET THIS STUPID DRAMA BECAUSE SOMETHING EVEN BETTER HAPPENED @prcmising MY SMOL BEAN!!! JENNY!! LOVE OF MY LIFE!! i followed you on this blog because i’ve missed you so much MY HOMIE IT’S SPARKY :D
I have never known you to leave the stage so early.
4 long, dreadful months have passed since God welcomed you home. I miss you so much, the pain is unbearable, making it hard to breathe. Grief, depression, anger, and loneliness are like those bullies who taunted me in grade school. They have been relentless. My life has been a vortex of rage and despair. Waves of sadness washing away the pieces of my broken heart. My own personal hell on Earth. I feel like your widow.
I see you everywhere. I see you in everything. I know you wanted to live. You were so happy to be getting your music back. You told me of all your plans. Your plans for me. For A6. I was so excited because you were going to bring me back to Paisley Park to see the finished Purple Rain Room with our images in murals painted on the walls. You wanted to celebrate with A6 and present to us our Platinum Albums.
The weekend of April 15, 2016, you knew I was on my way to see you. I kept calling your manager to confirm my arrival, and continued to call for you desperately to no avail. On the morning of April 21, I woke up to the worst day of my life. Suddenly my phone began to scream with calls,texts,alerts! I hear messages from Jill Jones, Susan Moonsie and Brenda Bennett. I return their calls. “No…No…” It must be someone else. An employee. A fan possibly? They said something horrible happened inside your home. I turn on CNN. It has to be a hoax. It’s a mistake I thought.
After what feels like broken glass ripping at my heart, they confirm my worst nightmare. I touch your sweet face with my fingertips, but it’s only my TV screen. The TV is shut off. It remained that way for weeks.
I could not cry. I could not feel. I could not believe it. It was a parallax view combined with a dissociative state. I was no longer part of my body. I was no longer part of this world. My heart exploded into a million pieces that morning. Prince, I am overwhelmingly saddened by what happened to you. How it happened. It is absolutely gut-wrenching to see what continues to happen. I am devastated by the horrible things said by those who do not know you. The vile gossip. The cruel, merciless tabloids. I could not watch, listen or read about you. The vultures circling your still warm body. The greed. The lies. The false claims. Shame on them.
I am certain you are watching, having the last laugh because you predicted this. “The enemy sends people into our lives just as God does. Be wise enough to know who to let in and who to let go.” “The devil will walk into a room with tears and will try to make you feel sorry for him.” You said these exact words to me in 2014. “Jubilant Judas fakes tears."
Without knowing, on April 21 you changed my life once again, Prince. Let me try to explain why I feel like your widow.
On June 28th, 2014, at your home at Paisley Park, I told you when you love someone so much for so long, you become as one. As we have. I gave you a bejeweled gold crown charm I bought for you at Kensington Palace. I said to you the entire world calls you Prince, but to me you are a King. We kissed. We both had tears. I leaned my head on your shoulder. You celebrated us that night. Our 30th Anniversary. You then escort me on a private tour. Your doves cooed. Your Oscar shined brightly. You were like a kid. It’s a museum with a secret maze. Your secret doors and the secret panels. A fun house. "It’s a city,” I say. You tell me it’s your sanctuary. Then you ask me if I would like to see your vault. “I do not wish to see your money” I respond. We walk towards a bank vault-like door. You politely explain what’s inside is far more important than money. You open the vault and say “MY MUSIC.”
“I have a surprise for you”, you say with a huge grin. We walk into a soundstage so gigantic it needs it’s own zip code. Third Eye Girl is waiting for me, suited up and stage ready. So talented and beautiful! I was honored. You sat me right next to your mike on the stage. Close. So close. This close. You sang our songs. You stared at me and I stared right back at you. It was beautiful. I fell more in love with you. Imagine that. You filmed us. You then posted it. That entire night you made me feel like Charlie Bucket. Prince and The Music Factory. It was like a romantic sequel to our movie. You made me feel like a Princess.
We spoke about family, love, music, and the future. Deep discussions. How we are family. 33 years now. You wrote another song about us, you proudly tell me. You show me the meme “This Could Be Us.” Your happy face lit up. I gushed as always. I kiss you again. The plans you share with me take my breath away. You are so gracious.
On April 21st you changed the lives of many. That morning was made even more difficult because of the news journalists. They hid outside my home. They offered compensation. It was horrendous. I could not breathe, let alone speak. I respect your preference for privacy. I did not want to run and desperately grab a microphone and be part of the frenzy. I was incapable of using this tragedy as a PR moment as was done by others.
The world cried purple tears on April 21, 2016. Monuments world-wide were lit purple in your Honor on that sad day. Sting expressed his condolences to me. Lenny is crushed. CeeLo loves you. Your Purple Family grieved. They love you so much. They still mourn you. You greatly affected so many, it’s beyond words. Their love and dedication to you has given me strength. I am so grateful to my dear friends that came to my home to provide comfort and strength during these challenging times. My “Purple Rain Family” has been my glue. My sisters Susan Moonsie, Brenda Bennett and Jill Jones and I are together.
Your brother Omarr and sister Tyka and siblings are doing their best under the most difficult of circumstances. I am there for them. Our entire Purple Rain Family, Omarr and Tyka are as one. Sadly, it has been hard for us to heal, as this is still not over. Omarr and I have spent time consoling one another and reflecting on how we wish to celebrate your life. Your stellar legendary life. In my days of reflection and at times the reluctant observer, I thought of ways to truly honor your life. There are so many beautiful moments that I cherish. There is so much to say. I will do my best for you. To bring great minds together and only present the finest to your world-wide Purple Family. Prince, when I am ready to talk to the media about our unique and loving friendship, I promise to always be truthful and I will keep private the things you would never want me to discuss.
My love for you is great, but my grief is even greater. I promise to stay strong. I know you are with me. Thank you for your guidance and protection. It brings great comfort and solace when I think of your last words to me, “I LOVE U 2”. I can feel the prayers of many and I am forever grateful for their love. I know you are joyful now. In a state of absolute bliss. With God at your side. The music up there must be off the hook, now that you’re a member of the greatest band in Heaven.
You told Jill J. and the girls on February 28th that I was a clown. I figured God made me just to make you laugh. I will try my best to find my humor again. My heart needs more time. I really miss your laughter. Your silly voices. But mostly, I miss your pancakes.
I’m sure you’re busy socializing with all your friends and music making up there, but where can I send this letter to you? Maybe I should call The Duffer Brothers for help, as we know stranger things have happened? I promise to check in with you often.
Finally surfed today. I thought about you there on the sand. Under the umbrella , watching me. Sand in your fro. Made me smile. I miss you Skipper <3
my mom loves me so much that she offers to drive like 30 hours in a weekend ! to get me to the people i miss and love so much ! and then a friend offers to fly or drive to get me to bring me back ! because they know ! i just love so much ! i got so much love i’m cryin !
I love my moms boyfriend, I do. Like, he’s the best one she’s had thus far and I love how much he loves Finn, but I’m not standing for any of this toxic masculinity bullshit.
My Dad and his girlfriend got Finn a little play kitchen. He loves it. My niece has one just like it and they play with it together at my SIL house all the time, so I thought it was the perfect gift. Anyways, my mom and her boyfriend come over and he’s like, that’s not a kitchen! that’s a grill master for his man cave and I literally sighed SO loud and was like, dude, it’s a fucking kitchen.
I can not STAND that shit. My child is literally a toddler who has ZERO Z E R O concept of gender. None. Let him play with a fucking toy kitchen or a baby doll or barbies. This all brings me back to my moms ex husband making my brother cry when he was two because he said he couldn’t play with a baby doll stroller and that if he did he would be a sissy and now my brother treats women like shit because he was raised to think being female is inherently bad.
Oh my fucking god I am so riled up. Just let my kid live, jfc he’s only a year old.
Tell us a little about you & and what you do. My name is Chara Dow and my business is Chara Dow Rustic Works. I build custom and unique pieces of rustic furniture and enjoy carving wooden spoons in-between larger projects.
What are you passionate about? What makes you tick? Trees are my passion. Rustic furniture is a niche of woodworking that allows me to build pieces that very personally reflect the origins of the material. I am paying my respects to the tree itself, not a lumber mill. Spending time in the woods where I grew up constantly brings me back to that passion and keeps me grounded.
How did you get started? What were some of the difficulties you faced in starting? I got started by watching my Father teaching himself to build rustic furniture and experiment with green woodworking techniques as a child. Eventually I started working with him and then on my own. I was fortunate to have so much of what is needed for start up already provided me in his shop. The challenge has been marketing and looking for the right audience for my work while trying to learn good business practices. This challenge continues.
What is your biggest regret? My biggest regret is not taking longer to apprentice before diving into selling my work. I wish I had paced myself before attempting to make a living off of it.
What is your best advice to someone just starting out? What advice do you wish someone had said to you? Don’t try to make a living off your craft immediately. Work slowly, thoroughly and learn to love and cherish every aspect before you add on the business stressors. Most importantly make sure you know exactly what your doing and why you are doing it. Don’t copy a trend that isn’t deeply personal to you. Care about what you do, you will need that tenacity to get you through creative slumps and financial woes.
What is your favorite part of what you do? The quiet place between my brain, my hands and the wood when I am immersed in a project and have the shop to myself. The many hours (sometimes days) I spend with each branch, or each spoon. The freedom to explore the designs in my head and trust my instincts and listen to the woodgrain and learn from the materials I’m working with. There is a peace, attentiveness and personal determination that is unrivaled. When a project is finally completed and I get to enjoy the fruits of my labor and see my visions come to life it is the most silently empowering thing I have experienced.
Name some of your favorite local creatives/small business owners that you really admire. The small business owners/creatives I admire most are the women doing something that they are pationate about which is also something very important in the world. Which usually means its very taxing, not financially rewarding, or that they’ve chosen a very difficult road to go down. I can’t pick one but a few of my favorite examples would be Lisa Barker’s work with Seedfolk City Farm, Petra Page-Mann’s devotion to quality and ethics in seed production at Fruition Seeds, the unstoppable Olga of Smugtown Mushrooms, and Jesse Ames at Yoga Vibe, which provides a supportive place for marginal communities to practice yoga, and her wonderful pay-what-you-can classes which makes it accessible for low income individuals.
no lie if you still support johnny depp after all this shit you’re literally trash. people defending him don’t know how fucking terrifying it is when a person that abused you yells/is drunk/slams things around. fuck you.
Since I’m out of the country/on vacation this time around, I can’t put in my usual SQW efforts but I wanted to bring these back in case there are some new Swen to welcome into the fold! And alao because… Y'know, Swan Queen joy. :)
Carry on, Swen!
And please remember not to repost any or all of these individual works without my permission!