It All Started with Her

When I was about 11 years old I remember sitting with my grandmother looking through an old photo album of hers from her high school days. It was a chic black book containing beautifully curated images of her and her BFFs in retro swim suits, climbing trees and of her and my grandfather when they bought their first house. In one of the photos, my grandfather is kneeling in the grass (in a slick button down and classic trousers, very Don Draper) next to the "sold" sign in their new front yard and "Handsome Harold" was scribbled on the back of the picture.

This spurred my curiosity about my mom at those stages in her life, so I would ask to see photos of her and my dad.

What an impact they had.

One of the first ones I ever remember looking at was of my mom and her bestie in their late teens (17 or so). She was wearing these great wide-leg sailor pants and a simple scoop neck white tank. She paired her look with simple sandals and zero jewelry. So chic. So lovely.

This is when my love for clothing and fashion began. I wanted to emulate her effortless style and grew a deep appreciation for classic and nostalgic pieces.
This, paired with my deep desire to know what she was like in these photos, leaves an impact greater than just admiring her timeless look.
These photos are reason to make things. Reason to put thought into what I put on each day.

My mom (on the left) in Washington State.

My mom at the age of 15 or 16. I love her red patterned pants paired with a simple white tee.

My mom as a young wife. I love her camel hooded coat. I have one almost just like it (minus the hood) from this Fall.

Thanks, Mom, for showing me how to love garments. 

And for capturing your looks on 1970's polaroid film.

Cheers.