My Life With Clothes

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Since I am writing more and more about my wardrobe I decided to write a series on my relationship with clothes.  I plan to write about how I related to clothing through the years. How my feelings on clothing changed and what I learned about fashion.

I guess I should start at the beginning. I think my mother was always disappointed in the fact that I never wanted to dress girly.  More specifically preppy, a style which my mother adored. I love dark clothing.  I would often wear the dresses she was so fond of but I would wear them with some moderation like unique socks and shoes.

I came to realize that my mother and I had very different taste in clothes.  I would be a few years before I could get my mother to stop having an influence over my clothes.  At University she was named to the best dressed list. Even today, she gives her opinion.  I try hard not to follow it. I’m never satisfied when I follow her advice for clothes.  I like what I like.  I prefer dark colors with only one of two bright ones.

As the years went on I took classes in makeup and clothing. I even appeared in ads in local and national papers.  I helped style photoshoots for photographers.  At this point I loved fashion.  I would watch and read whatever I could on it.  Each Saturday, without fail I watch the TV show “Style with Elsa Klensch.”  I was transfixed by the beautiful gowns of Vera Wang, Bob Mackie, Ralph Lauren, Chanel, and Christian LaCroix.

I had never seen so many beautiful things. I loved when the designers were interviewed and new jewelry designers were shown.  It was almost fairytale like for me. Everything was presented elegantly.  Even when avant garde. It was like watching a snow globe.  It was a beautiful scene that you could see but never quite be a part of.

As I started to get older I began to think what I wanted to do with my life.  I wanted to do something creative which made my family angry. Creativity was stupid.  I got a lot of things said to me which should have not been said.  I kept my thoughts to myself. I began to plot my escape.

I went to school for two years in the United States taking basic courses. Then I transferred to a design school in London, England. This was the single best decision I ever made in my life.

On to England in Part 2.

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