Cross-Roads

I realized this weekend that my life and my style are having the same troubles and concern. My style and I are at crossroad in life. We are stuck between where we are and where we want to be. And the best way i can describe how i am feeling in life is through the metophoric language of fashion.....In my life i have come a long way from where i began. I was once a follower that wore a pair of Tommy Hilfiger overalls in the late 90's. And i even strolled the hallways in a pair of Doc Martins. I over indulged in plastic jewlry and i thought i was cool to wear two watches. I was once excited about a pair of imitation white Manolo Blahnik timberland boots that i got on sale for 12.99 in the mall. But those pitful days are long behind me. I have grown and accomplished so much since those tragic days. I now know why apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur are a terrible idea and why polyester should be outlawed. I know a pair of well fit jeans will give the flattest buttocks a booty. I also know the best kept secret is no matter how much money you spend on shoes your feet will still be in unbearable pain.  I have gone on to aquired more than most. I have been given the luxury to wear Chanel and Dolce. And worn every jean from Levis to William Rast. My point is that in my 24 years on this earth the word growth is an understatement. BUT HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM.....With all this knowledge i know the potential of fabulous-ness i have and where i should be. But the problem is where i should be is not where i at. I feel as if i am last season Christian Dior in a room full of next seasons Prada. I want to be roaming the streets in Diane Von furstenberg but i can only afford to read about her in Vogue. I know time is the essence and patience is a virtue. But i cant help but feel like i was once a  cheap XOXO bag that has progressed to becomen a classic leather Cole Haan bag but now i am longing to be a Hermes Birkin bag. But dont get me wrong i am not complaining i am just merely anxiously awaiting my future. but i guess in the mean time i will remain stuck in the in between.....

I repeat this is all a metaphor about life..i am not that materialistic!

Random: Welcome to my CRIB.

My house is small, mix-match, loud and vintage (by vintage i mean my old tv) just like me...and i love it!

I made a promise to myself to take this chair whereever i go....and when i become really, really, really old i am going to throw four tires on here and make it into a wheel chair...thats how much i love this chair (BTW i stole this chair from my mom).

Because i love fashion, and becasue my friends love me and becuase they know how much i love fashion. each one has bought me a book on this coffee table. and they all mean the world to me.....Man, its nice to have real friends!

This Vogue is the one thing i purchased on my magnificent coffee table. Now i know i want to make my chair into a wheel chair but i want to be burried (no time soon.....maybe around like 92) with this magazine. It means the world to me and i love.

I dont know what it is about my mom but she finds the greatest everything. But anywho she bought me these containers and although i dont own any sugar, flour, tea or coffee i still love them so much.

 I call this my mommy cabinet because everything in here she bought. To be perfectly honest...she bought everything in my kitchen. and she bought everything in the fridge,,,gotta luv that woman!

These are the fierc-est damn plates in the world....if you look closely you can see the woman smeyezing.

Sex and The City and Beyonce are practically like my Oxygen and Water. I will not survive without them.

#Ranomn Fact: I watch Sex and the City every night and i enjoy as if i never ever seen it before.(dont judge)

This my "work" space in which i try and sit down and make myself focus on whatever the task is. On this desk you will find pics of my family and friends and all my hopes and dreams and then a bulletin board full of my current reality. But i keep telling myself that one day instead of writing laundry on tuesday it will say lunch with Oscar De La Renta to discuss fall collection.

My literature...the book on the far right is the Christian Dior Fashion Dictionary. Without this book i would have never of known the difference between a frock and a garment (there is no difference)

This is what happens when my mom decides to not decorate my bathroom. I go and buy my shower curtains.

 Behind the curtains you will found a wall full of affirmations written in finger nail polish. I am an enternal optimist and i think it is important to be surrounded by positivity and reminded of positivity.

My favorite quote in the whole wide world that came from an unsuspecting source...my spinning instructor at 24hour fitness.

Closet coming soon!

There is nothing i love more then PATTERNS

Thanks to Her...

The first person to open the world of fashion to me was her. She was the one who showed me the difference between quality and a hot mess. She was the one who showed me the importance of accessories. And when i wanted to look like everyone else she showed me the importance of individuality. She bought me my first pair of pointed toe boots at a time when people only knew about square toe. Teachers and students would stop in the hallway and ask me "how does your toes fit in the pointed part of the shoe". She bought me my first gucci purse. She took me to my first vintage store. She showed me the difference between trendy pieces and classic pieces. She introduced me to Niemans, Saks and TJ Maxx. She told me about the classic suits of Chanel and the wonders of Jimmy Choo. She told me all there is to know about this crazy world of fashion. She was my own personal Vogue Magazine.She helped me find my own voice in fashion. And she help me mold my own personal, super fabulous style. She pushed me towards my dream of fashion. She told me to run towards it at full speed and to never look back. She is my fashion icon and my everything. She is my Mommy!