#TravelTuesdays Michelle In Italy

Do you all see 👀 Aunty Michelle in these Italian streets looking all the way fabulous!  Oh my goodness, get your life.  I love it.  She looks absolutely great.  Ladies stick with your fitness, finance, & fashion goals.  Raise your standards always!  Let Michelle inspire you.


Cheers to life,

Danalee Francesca

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#FinanceFridays

Because it’s fashionable to have a handle on your finances.  This article had me dying because it is not only hilarious it’s true.  I am going to back away from my Financier coffee & my fancy water 😳 for a moment.  How about you, what can you stop doing to save toward what really matters.  Let’s get in Finance & Fitness Formation ladies, self-improvement are always in style! 


Cheers to life,

Danalee Francesca

#WCW Met Gala Favorites

Happy Wednesday Friends!  Serena looked divine, she is glowing!  Happy Early Mother’s Day to her.  Yes LaLa, let him know he f&$?! up, child.  Rihanna brought it with the out of this world Ruffle artsy look, that’s what I call it.  Not partial to the shoe choice, it still works.   

Keep rising ladies!


Be Beautiful, Be You…

Cheers,

Danalee Francesca

#WCW Serena Claps Back

Thoughts on the comments made by Ilie Nastase?  I loved Serena’s response.  She clapped back with a statement & a verse from Maya Angelou’s Still I Rise.  Great response.  It still surprises me that in this day & age people still makes senseless racist & sexist comments.  Get over yourself Ilie, at the end of the day we all are human & deserve respect.

Congrats sis to you & your beau!  Keep shining!


Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 – 2014

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Keep rising ladies!