Self-Identity

My Life in Fashion

When I was a little girl, my Christmas wish list did not consist of the stereotypical trappings of the young female mind.  There was no Barbie Dream House, no little ponies (real or otherwise).  Instead I craved luxury: a fur coat, a leather skirt, caramel suede Frye boots, identical to my oh-so-stylish mother’s – all symbols of womanhood in my young mind.

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