When I look through my cabinet of vintage magazines, something I do all the time, I see things that remind me of you. I think "Rue would love this!"
Have you written before on when and why you came to this love? Did you love them as a little girl? Did you inherit this love from your mother? If you've written a post on this and I missed it, I would love to be directed to it.
Well, it's kind of a long and somewhat difficult answer.
I honestly don't really know, but I'll try to explain it as best as I can.
From what I can tell, I've been like this practically from the time I was born and it started with the way I dressed.
My mom said that I refused to wear anything except long dresses as soon as I could voice an opinion, which she told me, was somewhere around the age of two.
Not just long, but dragging on the ground long, like a train.
In my little girl mind, I must have imagined I looked like this:
All my nightgowns and robes had to do the same thing.
used to love walking downstairs with my robe or dress dragging behind me ;)
This went on until one day my kindergarten teacher told my mom that she thought it was dangerous for me to wear dresses that were so long on the playground.
According to her, this new rule didn't go well with me, but she settled it by getting me much shorter dresses for school.
Me at age 4, probably wishing I could wear a long dress, instead of that red velvet short one:
The odd thing is, it started before I had ever seen anything like Gone with the Wind (my favorite movie) or any kind of Disney Princess movie.
My mom could not (and still can't) figure out where this need of dressing that way came from, but it's continued my whole life.
Here I am (on the left), with a friend, at my Junior Highschool Graduation, with a Laura Ashley dress that went to the ground...
Me as Scarlett O'Hara for Halloween...
Easter with Annie as a baby...
This long dress obsession has since been reduced to special occasions.
Anyway, for a long time, I went with the trends and didn't wear dresses at all, unless I was going out to dinner or somewhere that it was called for, but then one day at the age of 38, I realized I was tired of trying to keep up with those trends and I really didn't like what was in style anyway.
It wasn't me, this trendy clothes horse that I'd become.
So, I did what I'd been dying to do and went back to wearing dresses, but this time from the 1930s to the early 1960s (before the Mod look came into play).
It seemed more reasonable than wearing a Victorian gown and corset everyday ;)
This shocked everyone.
In fact, my mother claimed I was having a midlife crisis.
In reality, I had honestly just found the courage to do what I wanted and felt more comfortable this way.
So that explains the beginning or at least I think.
To be continued...
Thank you all so much for your kind thoughts and prayers about Jonathan.
It deeply touched me.