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Settling Never Felt So Good


Pick your battles and at the end of the day, or divorce in my case, win the war. I recently read this on a bumper sticker.  It resonated deeply with me in that I have continued to tell friends and family I want to have calm surrounding me and continuing to battle with my soon-to-be ex-husband daily, was taking an extreme emotional and physical toll on me.  My “team” has sent multiple settlement offers, all of which never even received a response as much as fuck you.  No response at all was equally, if not more of a fuck you than responding at all I suppose.  After spending the night in the hospital due to the taxing effects this half a year has had on me, I decided it was time to win the war, not the battle. 

Becoming Ms. Clark while unbecoming Mrs. Foonberg, and providing myself with a financially stable future was the war to win.  Winning this war, would set me free.  Setting me free would open the door for me to heal and give me the strength to provide my children the mother they have always known and loved, not the mother that has spent half a year crying many times every, single day.

 Give my ex-husband the $5,000 candlesticks, happy to do so and feel good about giving him a piece of our past he really wanted.  Write our boat as “shared custody” of our children, making the boat either of ours and at both of our disposal, brilliant.  Selling my ownership in our companies that I have built side by side with the father of my children, over the last 21 years, painful beyond words, nearly incomprehensible and certainly never part of my imagination just less than one year ago, but life isn’t what you plan. Selling my ownership in properties and negotiating others, a beautiful dance between painful realization I will never be using our home in Vail again, combined with gratitude to have been fortunate for over twenty years to have multiple vacation homes at my disposal.  Learning to follow a “parenting plan”, a balancing act of day to day mom duties I naturally love and so easily do, and remembering this act is now not a solo one rather an intricate braid between the father of my children and me.

 Emotional and at a loss for words, at times, absolutely.  Choosing instead to secure my financial future forever, smart.  Taking care of my children’s needs both emotionally and financially, always priority number one for me and settling never felt so good.

Crossing the T’s and dotting the I’s on settlement logistics, along with new company documents, marked this July 4th as one for the books.  Giving way to what began November 30, 2016 when my Michael chose to simply walk away and my children and my path was sent in a new direction.  Life isn’t what you plan. 

Love.  Sex.  Companionship.  Natural desires for humans and one that I was fortunate to already experience after the loss of my Michael.  Never saw him coming.  Never believed my heart was able to open to a connection so deep and intense again, but my heart did open and I am grateful for the realization that after life isn’t what you plan, it’s also not the cards you are dealt, but how you play the hand. 

My hand is full.  My heart is full.  While the T’s are drying,  and Ms. Clark is about to become legally recognized, it is with great relief of pain and colorful excitement to step into Ann Marie 2.0.

 I am a courageous, strong and artistically talented woman, who won the war. 


Ology For The Day

Let go of what you believe others want you to do and set yourself free

Seventies Styles and Hues Reborn

  1. Re-imagined Fashion

(that 70’s is back)

The fashion during the Seventies was everything.  Think David Bowie and Diana Ross. Remember being at an Elton John concert! Flamboyance might feel like a shock now, yet in the Seventies it felt like perfection.

Perfection is back and with lightning speed this Fall!  Think flare jeans and orange colorways.  Suede and varying shades of caramel or burnt tobacco.

The brilliant news in this rebirth of Seventies apparel and accessories is the Seventies will inevitably always come back! So buy new pieces now and wear with passion, wear it now and wear it again much later!

Always check my on-duty website where all my companies fashion and custom designs are shared

My label, Shaheen, will debut a Fall collection inspired by Italy and Croatia with the areas magical colorways November 9,2017!

In the next couple weeks, my company will also be moving to annmariestyle! Complimenting my zest for creativity and style of the fashion industry focusing more on my label rather than personal styling! I hope you continue to follow me and my companies growth with as much excitement as I am enjoying! #blessedtobeafashiondesigner


Timing, Life is about Anchors

The weather begins to warm up, Spring is coming.  Humidity rises as Summer looms around us.  Before we blink, sweaters reappear and the leaves begin to change colors.  As the leaves fall, Fall is upon us and before we can bring the Winter clothing from the basement to our closets, snow blankets the streets and an icy chill fills our bones.

The last six months have been an entire year of emotional seasons for me.  For my children.  For my family.  I suspect, even for my friends.  Offering support to a loved one, regardless of the situation, is demanding on one’s mind, body and soul. On any given day, I can experience all seasons in one fell swoop.  The highs are really high, as though I’ve never been happier and the lows are the lowest I’ve ever experienced.  I find that the happiness is on such an extreme level, because the chaos of traveling down the path I have been catapulted into, is enough to make everyday that my children are laughing, safe and healthy, an incredible joy of near miraculous aptitude.  Yet during any moment of any day, the wind can swing just enough in any direction, to bring down the house.

My job is to be the anchor, the glue that holds us all together.  Mom.

As the world around me began to swirl and change color faster than I could keep up, the ocean I was thrown in on November 30, 2016,  chilled my bones unlike anything I had every felt before it.  Timing.  Without being able to make sense of my children and my new life, an angelic presence appeared.  An anchor of my own.

My smile began to emerge again.  My children told me I felt lighter and happier.  I began to float through the thrashing ocean.  In all the darkness around me and the change of seasons occurring each day, the anchor I never knew existed, continued to show me the way.  The anchor and his strength were a daily shining star guiding me into a place I had no idea existed.  Timing.  My very own anchor ignited a burning warmth throughout my bones and  showed me I didn’t know I was starving, until I tasted you.  My anchor and I.

The seasons continue to swirl.  My children and I continue to sail through the deep waters of the unknown.  Anchors all around us.

Timing. Believe.  Everything happens for a reason.


Denver Fashion Week

Recently, I was invited to attend Denver’s Fashion Week.  I went with no presumptions, no expectations and I was pleasantly entertained.  Sitting front row with my camera in tow and my date giddy in excitement to “see my world”,  the first run-way show began.

Glamorous, out of the box – especially for Denver- nearly naked women strutted down the runway!

Fantastically opportunistic event for the Denver Designers showcasing their expertise!

The evening was angelic and I felt at home.  Fashion is my passion.  Creativity is my conscious.  Denver’s Fashion Week incorporated both and left my heart feeling happy.

Scott Shaheen, a student at the Denver Art Institute, incorporates the zest, determination, creativity and strength that is admirable from afar and impressive up close.  Scott went to Northern Arizona University and received a major in CHEMISTRY – smart, handsome and confident yet unable to truly be himself, until he released his bottled up true identity.  Scott is a sexy, handsome, talented young man, who happens to be gay.

Scott chose to exit his scientific scene where stability existed and enter into a world of unknown, his inner passion of fashion.  Scott chose to be himself! Scott’s designs are fresh and extensive, intricate and appear to be from a man who has been sewing for decades. Yet Scott has not, been sewing for decades – he is a true natural as designer.  A strong family support system is evident and the times I spend with Scott are unforgettable! Remember his name, you will see this mans designs for years to come!

Although the experience and event was pleasantly pleasurable, my inner businesswoman was trying to escape all evening and the ideas of how to make the event so much better, continue to be released into my journal on a daily basis.  Yes, I am creative and a businesswoman, which gives me the foundation to take an event of this magnitude and magnify it into the next level, of which it deserves.  Of which Denver’s people want and need in order to satisfy their taste – who knows, maybe I will be creator of 2018 Denver Fashion Week.

Ology of the day

never shut down the inner ideas and never, ever stop creating

creativity calms the soul

Need a Script…..

No, not a prescription script, rather a script to follow everyday, in every way.  A script that guides you through life and takes you to the right places, at the right time, with the right people. I need that.

Yet I know that a script doesn’t exist.  A script to exist and guide each of us along our path to happiness, joy, good health and the right decisions, can not exist, wouldn’t exist and will never exist. If this script existed, one would never let people down,  spend too much money, eat unhealthy, judge others and countless other disappointments would be eliminated.

If this script existed, the world would be a happier and more content place.

Or would it be?

Happiness is derived from within. Strength is a result of one’s choices, paths taken and ability to reroute oneself during a difficult time in life.

If this script existed, life lessons would not.  If this script existed, empathy would never exist. If this script existed the pleasure and joy of making the right choices, would cease to exist.

Need a script……maybe not.  Learning from your mistakes and not making that mistake again, scriptlicious.

Ology of the Day

Be who you are and say what you feel.  Because those who mind, don’t matter and those who matter, don’t mind. 

Dr. Seuss