What a story! How sad that the shoes are no longer with us, they sound gorgeous!With a mother and grandmother like mine buying fabulous clothes were prctically second nature but I remember Mum running up huge debts on a store card when I was a kid and it frightened me off plastic for life. xxx
I love this post so much & love how you have thrived in a "non fashion" family. It is so good to have found blogging & like minded people :-) I have always been into fashion (since birth I think) like my mother & paternal grandmother before me!
That is such a sweet story! That's too bad about the shoes, they sound amazing.I discovered fashion in a similar manner. As a child, my mother chose to dress her three active, quick growing children in second hand clothing, and while I had no problem with that when I was little, I decided in middle school that I was sick of it. I started spending all my allowance on "normal" clothing (slogan t-shirts). Then when I started high school I wore only black in an attempt to be mysterious and classy. I got bored of that after a few months and started wearing whatever I likes.
You have the most incredible memories and an amazing way of telling them.My interest in fashion began as soon as I picked up my first 17 magazine years ago. And then it turned into Vogue and that has been my staple ever since. In fact, online mags do nothing for me because I love regular magazines so much. They are close to my fashion heart.
I like that our stories are similar except I was an only child and didn't appreciate my Dad's job as an antique buyer until I was in highschool. Anbrat Id still it wasn't enough. What a brat I was....JDiplayfaves.blogspot.com
I liked reading your story :)As a child, I wouldn't get many clothes, it was like a special occasion to go shopping twice or thrice a year, and we wouldn't buy expensive things because for a while it was only my mom and I, and she worked her bootie off to keep us living a decent but very modest life. As I grew up, my mom also grew in her life, she is a very hard working lady and did pretty well, became a business woman and had two different business, a restaurant and a clothing store, I don't think I have to say anything else, do I? hahahaNowadays and for the past 14 years, she's been a successful farmer, but my love for fashion is still here, going stronger every day :DHave a lovely Friday!PS: You have awesome taste!Jungle World Citizen
Gorgeous gorgeous shoes!Love Grace.
Sabine I just love this story. It's so interesting. I can see where your passion and creativity comes from. Oh and those shoes sounded spectacular! Sorry they didn't make it. xoxo
that story is really cute, its the same with my grand ma, she don't understand today's fashion extravaganza ^^
I like reading childhood stories, they're always entertaining and make me think. I feel a bit about cooking and food - the way you do about clothes and fashion (I hope that sentence makes sense). What I mean by that is my family/friends sort of look down on it, like its old-fashioned or something, and too much effort and desserts arent worth it..
I love this story! :)Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Having lived in Germany for half a year I'd tend to agree with that analysis of how they view fashion, at least in Bonn, where I was! I forgot to look at your blog for ages but now I'm following so I can't forget any more!! Love the poncho in the previous post by the way.My parents are/were never into fashion either so who knows where it comes from but I have wanted to be a fashion designer FOREVER, always made dresses for my dolls, teddybears, and then finally for myself since I was about 14!
Thank you, Sabine! Seriously! Your story makes me feel so much better, so much more normal (as normal as one can be)! I do love my friends and family, of course I do - but I'd never chit chat about fashion with them. Apart from my sister and my mother (who, I think, reads my blog because I'm her child and we almost never get to see each other) I haven't told any of my friends about my blog. Fashion is my guilty pleasure, my dirty little secret, but it's OK, 'cause I know I'm not alone :Dseriously, big compliment for your blog!
I grew up in a house where my mother dressed well, but never really thought about fashion. She was elegant, and beautiful, and smelled so good! As a teenager, I was introduced to modelling, and that's when I started developing a sense of style. but ti took me over a decade of getting things terribly wrong before people finally started noticing and complimented me on what I was wearing. Of late, I have discovered that less is more even when it comes to style. I have a few key pieces and some good accessories. And with these I make do every day. Thankfully, they seem to be working so far.
Those shoes are amazing! :)I definitely hide that I like fashion a lot of the time. Like you said it's not really done in academic circles. I am beginning to accept that it's part of who I am and I enjoy expressing myself with my pretty clothes :)
Ahhh, thank you!! Such wonderful comments and stories... Vix - We do learn from the capabilites and the mistakes, don't we? My mum imposed on me to always stayed within my means. A good lesson to learn.Jungleworldcitizen - Your mum sounds like an amazing, strong lady.Indie.Tea - It's about the passion, isn't it? In my 20s I had a little catering business for a while and spent so much time figuring out the perfect concoctions and recipes. No wonder I love your blog!Kazuko - Thank you! Dirty little secret... Love this.Pratishtha - I read you article about 'slimming down' ones wardrobe yesterday. Very interesting!
Such a sweet story. My Mom is pretty fashionable. She enjoyed stitching and designing her clothes and looking at her dress in all colors and designs I think it rubbed on to me. I cannot stitch to save my life but I can put an together [at least I hope I can!] But I am trying to streamline and have a few pieces and good shoes and bags and mix it all up! :) P.S. Love those shoes in the pictures. HOw delicious! :)
My interest in fashion is fairly new! How fun that you saved up for a special pair of shoes. Wish they were still around so you could show us :)
My interest in fasion has never been, unfortunately! I go into a handbag phase a few years back, but it was short lived :o/ I was boredom shopping. It wasn't until I found photography that I really found my passion! My handbags are now collecting dust in my closet!
Ohhh i love this story and i'm racking my brain Sabine! I suppose my first love of clothes was more of an anti-fashion statement when i was about 12. We were all metal band tee's and ripped tights and DM's. Shopped at the army surplus store and wore my friends aunts cast off velvet blazer. To buy anything in a real high street shop was a cop out! My poor mother!!The first item of clothing i really fell in love with was a studded biker jacket, and i remember having to wait a whole 3 months (a lifetime in teen years) until i could get it for my birthday.Ahhh those were the days!x
These are beautiful!Such amazing embellishments and great twist on classic brogues and wedges.Brilliant!www.styleisalwaysfashionable.blogspot.com
What a delightful, well-written story. I so enjoyed reading and learning about the early days of your childhood.I was not brought up by fashionable parents, and I began reading 'Fashion magazines ' at 25 years old, however, though my parents were very unfashionable, they were incredibly Stylsih and Singular in their sense of dress.Have a nice weekend - I adore those shoes above, pretty and pink;-)
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Loved reading this story. My interest and fascination in fashion started early too.
I love those shoes, they look great! I'm not sure when I became obsessed with fashion, probably when I was about 17/18 and started buying all my clothes http://pagesixxx.blogspot.com
Self-decoration? I like that! I adore fashion, but have no fashion sense. I'm like one of those meek little sheep. I need to follow a leader cause I wouldn't know how to get to where I'm going otherwise.
wow such a fab story! thanks for sharing xMissyBlending Style, Beauty and Fashionhttp://thefashionfusion.blogspot.com
when I saw an ad in the late 70's of a girl wearing Jordache jeans, white keds and a polo shirt - thought she looked amazing - went out and bought the same look. Unfortunately when you are only 5 ft the "look" didn't translate quite as well! LOL
Great story Sabine. I did the same with my 1st pair of wedges. But Mum didn't mind. I would say my Mum was my fashion influence. I still remember her clearly all dressed up and going out to dinner dances in her sparkly dresses. She was also an Avon lady so was always immaculate. It took me a while to catch on though. I was always happier photographing beautiful things. And it has always been my wish through my photography to make the people I photograph look as good as they possibly can. Xxxx
such a cute story! i think i discovered fashion through my impeccably glamorous but very poor grandma - she always looked fab on the cheap! x
neat story. i think those of us born with an "eye" usually channel it towards an appreciation and affinity for aesthetics. we have a "need" to surround ourselves with that which we deem beautiful.funny thing is, i was not into fashion as a child (instead, it was art- still is, since that's my profession)...exception: i had a certain affinity for boots, which almost bordered on obsession. and i was sensitive to textures, fabrics, and certain color combos. in my early teens this turned into a love of style, as i would spend hours in our attic digging through my mom's old clothing from the 60s- which i would wear to school with then-current trends, even though my outfits earned me some snide comments from classmates. i thought "no one gets it. oh well, not my problem." i'd learned to be creative with my wardrobe because we didn't have much of a clothing budget. i couldn't wait to turn 16 so i could earn my own money and finally buy new clothes; even then, i kept on wearing old with new, and i do to this day.
what a story! i read some of the comments as well. it's funny, i have to confess too (as one of the readers did) that i only told just a few of my real-life friends about my blog (and I don't even think they are reading it). i grew up in Soviet Georgia where as you can imagine one had to be very creative to look somewhat modern or fashionable. i remember bleaching my jeans on my own... they turned out as if someone got sick on them because the bleach we had was powder, but i still wore them. also, i remember wearing some of my dad's sweaters and jackets. once i replaced shoe laces on my black suede flat booties with bright red laces. i know that sounds like no big deal to the Western world but where i grew up that was cutting edge. LOL!! thanks for this post. brings back fun memories....
Oh, I loved Fiorucci too....
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