The Hatching of a Fashionista

The Hatching of a Fashionista

As I peeled these adorable boiled quail eggs, I noticed a gorgeous powder blue color on the inside of the shell.  It reminded me of the ever so popular Tiffany & Co. box I have never gotten to touch.  Then, it reminded me of a vintage sweater I have in my closet.  I never wear it.  It just hangs in darkness day in day out only to be told “I will wear you one day.”

When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up and have the most marvelous wardrobe in existence.  I would watch classic movies with my mom and become infatuated with the beautiful designs worn by the actresses.  I wanted to own noisy Auntie Mame bracelets and have some place fascinating to go to wearing my shimmering Lucy Gallant original gown with its underlying iridescent colors of Texas oil.  I coveted after my class mates’ cute clothes and would eventually acquire my favorite pieces once they were on sale…only after they had gone out of style.  My YO-YO shoes definitely weren’t as cute as they were when they were hot.  Some day…

Well it is some day, right now and I wanna look cute, damnit!  Over the last five weeks, I have been taking an online course called, Style and Styleability with Hilary Rushford.  Maybe, it was a self help course.  Maybe, I enrolled to interact with other women who were fashionably lost like me.  It turned out to be one of the most awesome groups to be a part of.  In my class, I learned I don’t have to wear black all of the damn time.  I sometimes feel unapproachable when I’m wearing black on black on black.  I learned I can wear pattern combinations without making anyone nauseous.  I learned I can wear a pretty floral and not be mistaken for gaudy bathroom wallpaper.  And, I can finally say it’s okay to wear my vintage pieces.  It is okay to want to feel remarkable.  I am learning to peel away the hard shell of what “once was” to reveal a new what “will be.”  

 After taking the course, which is wrapping up this week, I have noticed I pay more attention to color and the way it makes me feel.  I see it in my food and I then think of how I can pay homage to that particular color through fashion.  It is the romantic red in a strawberry that makes me want to own a pair of red patent heels.  Going back to my vintage sweater….it is the color of the inside of quail eggshells.  It is MY Tiffany & Co.  It is my mother.  Now, I have to find a way to bring it to life again.  Wish me luck!  Thank you, Hilary and everyone at Dean Street!

 

 

 

 


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