I've been brought up a certain way. It all started when my mother's mother, first discovered she loved fashion. My Grandma, was a beautiful woman and wore the most modern of fashion. She married my Grandpe after the war and they didn't have their only child until the 60's. In the time between, they went on adventures, to Paris, Ireland, Canada and Africa. My Grandparents were never wealthy, they never owned their own home or ate in beautiful resturants. But they had things.... My Grandma's things were clothes. I still have one dress she bought in Paris, its coture and she attended fashion shows at the time...
Now, my Grandma taught my mum, who taught me, everything that is important about clothes. What suits you, colour or shape, what prices are reasonable, even how to make your own clothes (like my grandma mainly did). But What neither of them taught me was, designers. They never shoved a copy of 'Vogue' in front of me and demanded I read. What they taught me was classic, timeless. Essential.
The first day I ever picked up Vogue, all I seemed to notice was Missoni. I've been hooked ever since. I know it when I see it on someone in the street and I have only good words to say of it.
What you may be surpised to know is, I never touched a missoni until 6 weeks ago.
I told my mum, a long time ago, about Missoni. I told her, if ever I had anything designed by Missoni, I would feel like I made it. I used to say the same about my favourite street in our city. Now I live there!
6 weeks ago was my 21st birthday. And what did my clever mother buy for me? A missoni scarf. And my brother bought me a Missoni key ring and Blackberry case.
I MADE IT!!
Next big ambition...
Girl about Town XxX