I’ve known I’ve wanted to work in fashion since I was 8 years old, but it took a while longer for my personal style to catch up to my glamorous dreams.
Believe it or not your girl was not born wearing cat-eye sunglasses and a leather midi skirt. Tomorrow is April Fool’s and so I thought I’d unearth some of the outfits of my past, from the hilarious to the truly ill advised.
There were the moments that I paired hot pink skinny jeans with a turquoise and navy butterfly printed jacket on my first trip to London. Unfortunately at 11 I didn’t have quite the charisma to pull of this ensemble as avant garde of London fashion. Or there was the era of tie dye shirts, from summer camp to spring break trips with sports teams. My junior prom dress was nothing less than a ballerina’s tutu.
University in Europe did wonders to the evolution of my personal style. After six months, I had mastered some aspects of European chic dressing. However I did not realize the perils of trying to walk on pebble beach in wedge sandals on my first trip to Nice. Luckily no ankles or other limbs were harmed in the wearing of these outfits.
Fortunately many of the chic women I so admire have come far from their early days. If I can evolve even half as much as Victoria Beckham from her Posh Spice days then I’ll be happy (I still adore the utterly fabulous 90s girl group look though). Or maybe it’s a matter of becoming confident enough to rock it. Tulle skirts and all.