I was a young girl, glancing into an attic in Dallas, TX, seeing my Grandmother’s closet full of sequins and little fur stoles.
My grandmother doted on me, and took me with her while she was having her nails done, when she came to visit us in Seattle. I was four years old at the time, and I remember a nice man in the nail salon, asking me what colors (I had 3 choices) of baby pink, lime green, or deep red.
Of course I wanted the red polish.
Something came alive in those moments in me; a longing to dress up, and be fancy, and like my favorite fairy tales, so fancy.
I didn’t always know exactly how, but I wanted to have a fairy godmother, and I loved to dress up with my friends.
Something I realized was; I believe my fascination is with the imagination.
I’m interested in the socioeconomics of fashion.
It is a powerful tool to express outwardly what we can hope to strive to convey, and when we are confident, and truly feel our best, it changes others reactions towards us.
I do not always believe that truly down in my heart, (that I could be anything) and fashion for me, is a catalyst for my imagination and acceptance of myself, that yes, I can be anything, or feel anything.
I may also be free to not understand anything.
“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening. -Coco Chanel “