A fond memory springs to mind whenever I clad myself in all denim. It’s a memory of my mom getting ready to go to town on a Saturday morning. I used to wake up at 6 am almost every Saturday to watch cartoons and eat cereal (in peace) before my terrorist little brother woke up. I must have been about 8 years old and my brother would have been a little over a year old. (Said brother has since outgrown his terrorist phase and is now a really nice guy.) As part of my routine, I would go to my mom’s room and watch her routine. Every detail, from getting dressed to makeup and hair. She would entertain all my questions and attempts at taking part until the one sad question would arrive; “can I come with you to town?” which was always met with the inevitable “no, your brother will cry all over town.”
Anyway, looking back I realise how much I used to idolise my mother’s style and these days I can see bits of her style sensibility creeping into my own style choices. I feel that watching her take so much pride in what she wore, regardless of brand or price tag, has taught me a lesson I can take beyond my appearance. Putting a little more of yourself into any task you are faced with creates a world of self-pride around you and that is something that can help build a beautiful legacy. In this post, I am wearing all denim which my mom (and I guess all of us) referred to at the time as jean-to-jean, a phrase which I enjoy using now more than ever in remembering those days.
Jacket Pins: Cotton On (I bought tons to embellish everything I own)
Top: Pull & Bear