Before my mother would spend some exorbitant amount of money at Saks Fifth Ave on a beautiful dress or a perfectly tailored pantsuit she would declare, "They're wearing this in Paris and it will never go out of style." My sister and I would laugh thinking how does she know, she's never been to Paris.
My mother loves fashion. She would cut out Donna Karan ball gowns, Dolce & Gabbana pantsuits and David Yurman accessories from fashion magazines and hang them on the refrigerator. As a child before opening the refrigerator I would study each piece my mother had hung. I didn't realize that I too was beginning to love fashion. After my mother would finish reading her fashion magazines, I would spend hours pouring over the fashion editorials dreaming about the beautiful outfits that I would put together as an adult. Feeling inspired and imaginative, I would rummage through my mom's walk in closet playing dress up. Her closet was my boutique.
Then when my sister and I entered into middle school our fashionable mother disappeared. Now as a single mom raising three girls, spending money on herself was no longer an option. We were the recipients of her disposable income. She satisfied her shopping cravings by buying us the best of the best. When my mother took my sister and I shopping she would say look at the stitching and feel the material before purchasing any article of clothing. My mother told us never buy fake leather shoes, they will hurt your feet. We listened attentively. Unknowingly these would be lessons we would pass down one day.
My mother loves fashion. She would cut out Donna Karan ball gowns, Dolce & Gabbana pantsuits and David Yurman accessories from fashion magazines and hang them on the refrigerator. As a child before opening the refrigerator I would study each piece my mother had hung. I didn't realize that I too was beginning to love fashion. After my mother would finish reading her fashion magazines, I would spend hours pouring over the fashion editorials dreaming about the beautiful outfits that I would put together as an adult. Feeling inspired and imaginative, I would rummage through my mom's walk in closet playing dress up. Her closet was my boutique.
Then when my sister and I entered into middle school our fashionable mother disappeared. Now as a single mom raising three girls, spending money on herself was no longer an option. We were the recipients of her disposable income. She satisfied her shopping cravings by buying us the best of the best. When my mother took my sister and I shopping she would say look at the stitching and feel the material before purchasing any article of clothing. My mother told us never buy fake leather shoes, they will hurt your feet. We listened attentively. Unknowingly these would be lessons we would pass down one day.
Now, as an adult who attained her love of fashion from her mother, it is time that I pay her back. We are going to Paris this weekend!!! The next time my mother declares, "They're wearing this in Paris" she can say "I know because my daughter took me there". Taking my mom to Paris is the ultimate repayment for a mother who sacrificed her style for ours.
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