So here is where it starts- the fresh start, the new chapter, the grown up life. And to think, it only took me twenty and forever years to get here.
Confused already? I have the tendency to do that to people.
In one way or another, I have always been at least mildly obsessed with style. You see, I am a true believer that a person expresses who they are based somewhat on what they wear and how they present themselves. Style is a walking form of art- the only way we can express ourselves to one another without ever having to open our mouths or pick up a pencil. Think I am full of shit? You're probably right, but bare with me- we may just have a little fun.
Anyway, there was a time when I thought that the only way I could work within the fashion industry was to become a model. Well, and let's be honest, who wouldn't be a model if they could be? Besides the point.... long story short, been there, done that. What many fail to realize however is that modeling can only be a real career for a very select group of people, ie- your Kates and Heidis, ect. For most of us, we turn 20, or look 20, whichever may come first, and boom! You're done, out the door, over the hill. What comes next? Luckily, my time within the couture gates only solidified my obsession with fashion and lead me to my big tada moment- I want to make the world a more fashionable place, one Ugg wearing college student, khaki wearing midwesterner, and Croc wearing moron at a time.
I hope you'll come back and join me on this little life adventure. We may not always agree on things, and that's ok, as long as you keep coming back for more.
Ta-ta for now...