Contrary to what Vogue said about me I am NOT a Miami native.
I’m not saying this because I object to Miami natives, but because you must be wondering why this blog is called BarbidoesMiami if Barbi is a Miami native. Right? Like when Debbi did Dallas nobody thought she was actually a Dallas native. The fact that she and I are visitors makes the possibilities of our experiences all the more titillating.
I moved to Miami Beach 2 years ago. From Milford in the icy north, a small town ninety minutes outside New York City, where husband and I attempted to keep careers going in NYC while raising three daughters in a kid-friendly environment.
One day husband came home from a junket in Miami and three months later we were here.
This blog is about what happens when you pack up your family and move to the beach. Miami Beach. Known for its parties. Its bling. Its “The Capitol of South America” image.
Its about how to help make this city of extremes, like extreme consumption and waste, just a little greener.
It is a journal of my life as it evolves from mother, wife and designer to activist, Ted speaker and movie maker.
Its about reminiscing my past lives as a child in Amsterdam, a global fashion model, and design director at Calvin Klein.
Its about Eleuthera in the Bahamas where I harvest raw materials for my collections @ Plastic is Forever.net
Its about how to stay happily married after 21 years to the same (intriguing, inspiring, irresistable) man. (man links to his blog).
Sometimes its even about What-To-Do, and What-Not-To-Do-in-Miami top-ten lists.
Its about friendship, fun, frustration and love.
Lots of love…