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Shopping in NOLA Sucks

Dress shopping did not go well today and I did not get the dress in the mail either.. We were out in Kenner, Esplanade Mall and Metairie, Lakeside Mall today, I went to a few boutiques downtown too,but I just can’t find what I’m looking for. What is it that I’m looking for you may ask, one thing for sure is not a repeat of years ago attending a function and seeing another chic with the exact dress on… Also,I want something that speaks for my personality, which is why I opted to rent a gown. I posted the dress last month, not knowing that the boutique offered Dress Rental in Miami. It was a hand painted black and gold gown priced at $2500, but I paid $150 for a 4 day rental, beautiful. No matter how much money I have I will not spend it on labels, clothes depreciate in value as soon as you take it to the register and labels and spending thousands on clothes do not make you a fashionista.

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One of the things I can’t stand about New Orleans is the shopping, there aren’t but three malls since Katrina, hardly no boutiques, No good shopping on Canal St at all, unless you go into Canal Place or the Riverwalk, but that’s more for tourist. Shopping here is just lame, dead and if you do find something, you will not be the only one with it and yall will bump into each other, wearing it the same day. The mall was dead, its always dead, food court empty, I can hear my echo, it was lame. I love shopping and this experience left me bag less and wondering if I can pull of making my own dress. My mama is a seamstress and I have great fashion sense which would create something fabulous!

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I have memories of shopping with my Daddy on Canal St at Krause, Masion Blanche, Lords & Taylor and the list goes on and all those places are gone and it looks like they never will return. We had good times, shopped til we dropped, but my daughter complained about being bored and not finding anything cute. She’s only 7yr old!!! She left without a cute purse, but she did find some hair bows and earrings for me to buy for her.. But going in she was so excited to tag alone asking if she can buy this or that and knowing she would see kids, but nope. It was dead and half of the mall was actually opened. I’m thinking stores closed, because the lack of business or never returned since Katrina.

Will good shopping ever return to New Orleans?? One would think with all the tourist and people on business there would be more shopping options. I know we are known for partying, but you need a nice dress and etc to do that and what if you lose your luggage. Come on New Orleans bring back good shopping!

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Here’s an article about the effects Katrina had on shopping.

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A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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