My Fashion History

I was always a girly tom boy with interesting fashion looks.
As a little girl my inspiration was pop stars. So fingerless gloves with skirt, then I am off to school. A little yellow tiered dress with white Ked on the playground. On the weekend, I would wear a pool inflatable with leggings and hair bows on my tennis shoes. Clearly, I had open minded parents who allowed me to express myself. Thankfully, there wasn't a school uniform.
In middle school I went rock. MTV, it was on a Saturday night with the head bangers. At the registry I begged for a pair of faded jeans and wore them off and on for a months. So tight jeans with crop shirts and basketball tennis shoes. A little bit of rock mixed with more hip hop. So it was pink jumper with tennis shoes and a cap.
High school, my personality became more conservative. So, Elizabeth, the Queen of England meets Boyz to Men. Jeans with jackets and loafers on Monday. At church, a dress suit with a sensible shoe.
 The sexy came back by the time I was 18. Short skirt and high heel shoes as I left the halls of high school. By the following spring, a pair of black daisy dukes laced on the side with a tight shirt. A little mini skirt during the next year of college to the point I had a raised eyebrow of a female professor. Very little clothing with three inch heels.
College became engagement which was closet full of Sears. Jeans, t shirts with Nine West loafers.
Macys black dresses.
I was bored.
My child was born.
He said to change it.
I did.
I went to the exploration of fashion. I love it. I mostly explore during the weekend after all I am over 40. I do not think laced up short shorts will go well at a business networking event. So, Friday evening, it is. I explore through pop culture, fashion history, and runway looks, adding my own touches. It keeps me from being bored, allows me to completely to change my personality. I can be artistic and experimental as an adult.
So, my fashion look....honestly, it is more conservative than you think but I do know to color outside of the lines.
As we go along, I hope to introduce you to that crayon box.

Love
Maya