As
a little girl the deciding factor in my wardrobe choice for the day was the
dress with the greatest circumference. This was determined by spinning
over the vent in my bedroom with pink and white-splotched walls until my head
and stomach could no longer handle it. As a tweener I would finger at the
fur and feather coats and go all goggly eyed over the shimmering dresses in
Nordstrom as they reflected prisms of color off the ceiling, creating yet another
work of art. Meanwhile my sister would beg my mom to take her home so she
could play basketball with the neighborhood boys.
I still
relish every shopping trip with my mom, in fact my love for fashion has only
grown with time. My family teases me that my similarities with Rebecca
Bloomwood in Confessions of a Shopaholic, only begin with our shared name. I
hope to eventually land a job with a major fashion magazine (Marie Claire,
Vogue or Elle). As I have recently started following fashion blogs such as
Cupcakes and Cashmere, Pink Peonie and Atlantic-Pacific I have had an increased
desire to start my own blog in order to show average people how to be
fashionable through the everyday events of baseball games, family parties and
even grocery shopping. Fashion doesn't have to be high maintenance in fact my
craving for fashion, counter to what many associate with fashion, roots from
the power it gives us to express our internal self externally.
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