Seventeen years ago I tore out a cutsheet of Jewel from ones of those teenie-bopper magazines (likely Bop or Tiger Beat, my fave tabloids at the tender age of eight). Her outfit consisted of some not so obnoxiously flared trousers, a black tank top and a long black button down, but left open, silk blouse. My thoughts? "I can totes rock this outfit. I have everything I need in my closet to put this look together." Did I though?! Close enough for an eight year old with an eight year old's wardrobe, but for some reason this was a pleasant childhood memory of mine and I feel the need to share it with all of you.
A lot of my memories consist of what myself and loved ones around me were wearing while making that specific memory. How my niece would much prefer to wear a dress on a freezing minus 30 day, how my father's custom Italian suit smelled of him or if the sequins of my top injured my underarms. If anyone out there loves sequin uniforms as much as myself you'll understand the terror they can sometimes cause.
So do I feel shallow that my memories include materialistic items? No. For me and my love of it, it's not only about a passion but a lifestyle. It's about how to feel your best in a head-to-toe grey sweatsuit or a floor-length Oscar de la Renta gown. It's about taking the old black sweater in the back of your closet and parining it with a kick ass fringe skirt and a pair of chucks. Or tailoring that three-piece suit because you have a killer summer bod now. It's about making memories.
Fast forward to another memory a couple of months ago when I went for a stroll with my friend and now manager, Kristen. She asked me what my dream job was and without hesitation I said to be a fashion stylist. And here we are.
Friends, family, new friends and new family, welcome to style by jr, where I promise to share all of my glittery, gold goodness with you! Thank you for coming, I'm so happy to have you!!