B**** Stole My Look (Mom version)

 

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A few weeks ago I committed the greatest crime–stealing from my mother.  We’ve all done it, if not from mom then from a sister or bff for sure.  Sometimes, in my opinion it’s better to ask for forgivenes  than permission in these cases. I’ve also been on the other end of this equation, and I am always skeptical to let one of my pieces go.  My mom snagged this Elie Tahari top for quite the steal, and showed it to me immediately during my lunch break.  I can’t lie I was sooo jealous, I love a great deal, hell I get a rush from it! But, I let my mom have it knowing someday I’d sneak it into my wardrobe.

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After asking me to help her clean and organize her closet (a fun hobby of mine I should make money doing it) I saw the top and took it home with me. Posting it on social media was brave and I gave credit where it was due. She actually loved how I styled it and wanted to borrow my pants! I had to share her version, she literally stole my look Joan Rivers style. Who says mommas can’t look just as good!!

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Wearing Elie Tahari top, Free People jeans, mom in Zara booties

 

 

 

 

 

 

Creating My Own Canvas

 

 I do this for myself. I create my own canvas.

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For years I’ve struggled with feeling like I had to choose between two versions of me. Raised on a small farm secluded from the neighborhood kids I developed a strong bond to myself and my family. I learned about who I was from a very young age because I spent a lot of my time alone with my thoughts.

Fast forward to now and I can tell you a piece of me remains that way, however, I crave the stimulation of a buzzing city, art and creativity. I long for diversity and variety in people and places. When I am in the city I miss the farm and solitude and when I am in upstate New York I miss the stimulation. I’m learning how to find that balance and blend my two worlds together.

I love capturing the contrast and really sitting with it. Officially knee deep in my mid-twenties I have learned to love myself even more and found ways to express my creativity and truest nature. I feel that many people in my position are still struggling to find that truth bogged down by the pressures of society. College may have given us the diploma, but where do we go from here? How does the self fit into this new landscape yielding to us? And so I turn to things like photography, writing and fashion to give myself the outlet not provided to me, reestablishing my genuine thoughts, my raw creativity.

Wearing Michael Kors romper, vintage 1980’s belt, H&M boots