My taste for fashion and professional clothing is greatly influenced by my mother.
Always tailored; always ladylike.
My mother wore knee-length pencil skirts without the subtle twist of irony my generation feels compelled to add when they wear classic styles today…subtly mocking a previous generation known for dainty manners and strings of white pearls.
My mother cultivated a taste for classic feminine silhouettes and she wore it like she meant it…
Without a word, she entered a room and suddenly all were aware that they were in the presence of a lady. And, to those who knew of her her self-made success, it was understood that she ran her company with the graceful strength of a savvy woman.
My own aesthetic often seems to reference my mother’s style – pencil skirts, gold bangles, diamond studs and fancy high-heeled shoes. I adore tailored sheath dresses, A-line skirts and silk blouses. The similarities between my office style and my mother’s professional wear weren’t apparent to me until very recently when I discovered a dusty old photograph from childhood – there I was in my Catholic school uniform walking on stage to receive an academic award of some sort wearing a bangle too big for my tiny forearm. In the background was my mom in a classic yet angular A-line dress with geometric patterns proudly walking with me…When I returned back to the “present”, I realized that I own and wear a dress with the same patterns, the same color, a similar silhouette in my own fancy shoes. I continue to discover as I continue to find old photographs that I wear exactly the same styles my mother used to wear when she was a young mother and business woman in her early 20s.
The outdoors-y and playful and sometimes scruffy pieces of clothing you’d find in my closets are my own addition. My mother would never risk getting scars on her legs to climb trees.
|Me…before any taste at all.|