A couple of months ago, my daughter Abby went away on vacation and asked me to do a guest post for her blog, Transition is My Middle Name. Abby often blogs about food and fashion. She has a masterful way of sniffing out a new trend before it is mass marketed, posts beautiful images, and includes short, cheerful texts.
I was very enthusiastic about helping her out, but a little apprehensive. I have no expertise about food or fashion. Mostly I write about family. Here is what I could offer:
My daughters have their own unique styles, and are often called upon by friends and family for their expertise on clothes, shoes and makeup. Shopping with them is like playing an adult game of paper dolls. I see an interesting outfit on the hanger and tell them to try it on so I can see what it looks like. They are usually more than happy to comply, putting together unusual combinations of textile and color, and modeling the outfits while I sit in a comfortable dressing room chair.
Unlike my daughters, I am no fashionista. I can muddle my way through deciding which sweater goes with what skirt, but I get lost with accessories.
I know that Coco Chanel said,“When accessorizing, always take off the last thing you put on,” but in my case that would mean that most days I would walk out the door in my underwear. However, I do have a few favorite accessories. One of these is a necklace that my son Gabriel made out of sea shells. He drilled the shells by himself and tied them to a length of bright orange gimp.
He gave it to me for Mother’s Day when he was seven and begged me to wear it to work the next morning. I did. All day. And although it raised a few eyebrows, and prompted much behind-my-back snickering, it was worth it to see his little face light up when I told him that everyone noticed and remarked upon his beautiful gift.
What I suspected then and know now is that the worth of most people’s jewelry is measured in carats, but they cannot come close to the sparkle in my children’s eyes.
Eat your heart out Coco.