A NEW BEGINNING
Hello fellow friends/floggers/fashionistas.......
The time has finally come to share with all of you my lifelong secret passion for fashion that has been bred in me from such a small age. I hope you all can join in my new journey into the blogging world as I share with all of you my secrets, passions, desires that surround fashion in my world everyday.
You see it all started when I was just a wee little one, sitting at the toes of my mother, as she pinned new hems and made alterations on lavish gowns for brides. She was known as TONIA, the town seamstress/tailor. Everyone and anyone knew my mom in our little small city which has now grown into a metropolis, called Mississauga. Everyday, brides and their bridal parties would come in for fittings of beautiful ballroom gowns with gorgeous fabrics and colors. I would sit by her feet and just watch her do her magic as people would rant and rave about how talented my mother was, and how lucky I was to be her daughter. I guess I really never knew it at the time, but deep down, i knew that I was luckier than the next gal. I was always dressed well in my school years however, there were many times when all I wanted to wear were jeans and simple t-shirt like everyone else. No, I would be that girl, wearing those straight legged, double pleat, cuffed dress pants in a houndstooth pattern with the matching scrunchie to boot. I was always way over dressed then my classmates, but no matter what, I always owned my look. Whatever I was wearing that day, even though I knew I was going to stand out like a sore-thumb, I was always confident and my head was always held up high. I simply knew I was loved and cared for by my mother and knew how much pride she took in making me look fabulous everyday. I was definitely the trend-setter at the young age of 8. Instead of mall trips, we took weekly trips to Fabric stores to choose the latest patterns and fabrics. I felt so involved in my fashion at such a young age. I was able to choose the look I wanted and watching it come to life was just something short of a miracle at that age.
Years passed and fashion always played a big part in my life. Whether it was getting dressed up for a family function which took weeks of preparation in our household, or just hanging out with friends. My outfits always took much planning and thought. You see, I never looked at clothing as individual items, I always looked at the big picture, the WHOLE OUTFIT. I also had a GOAL or a LOOK I strived to achieve for any affair. I would plan it in my head for weeks in advance and then tried to make it all come together in real life. For me, it wasn't just the outfit I was putting together, it was the role I wanted to play, the image I wanted to portray and the confidence I wanted to exude. That is what fashion meant for me.
In my teenage years, I definitely was the go-to person or known as the fashion consultant in my circle of friends. They knew my closet was always open and my fashion advice was always free and available. It definitely was a win-win for both parties. They would love being dressed from head to toe by me and I would get so much satisfaction watching my friends transform into beauty queens. They knew I always had their best interests at heart and only wanted them to shine and stand out.
As the years went by, I worked in numerous fields pertaining to sales and always maintained my reputation for being the best dressed worker or the fashionista of the group. It was something that just natural for me. The best part of working was actually getting dressed in the morning and putting together a new outfit everyday. I loved having an open canvas every morning, and expressing your feelings and emotions through your wardrobe.
Fast forward a few more years and I was married by 24 and then had 4 children along the way. Although being a mom can certainly change your priorities, for me, fashion was always on the top of the list. Being pregnant were the best years of my life. It was a time where I felt so comfortable in my own skin. I never used my pregnancy as an excuse to let my fashion sense out the window. Actually on the contrary, I wanted to be the most fashionable pregnant mamma around. I always tried to accessorize my outfits with jewelry and scarves to glam it up and make for a unique style. I was always flaunting my bump, and embracing my new curves that come along with pregnancy. I knew in my heart that if I looked fabulous on the outside, I felt fabulous on the inside.
Now, with my children being 13, 11, 4, and 2, I am not going to lie, it does get difficult at times to look fashionable everyday. There are just too many little beings that depend on you for their livelihood, that it makes time for a you, a little challenging. However, I have learned many new tricks along the way that have helped me save time in the morning, that still allow me to look somewhat put together. I have definitely taught my children over the years the importance of how our wardrobe reflects who we are and how we want to be perceived. With these lessons learned, there has been some setbacks, for instance when I would get a call from the school because my sons pants were wet and the extra pair in his backpack didn't match his outfit or when my daughter was matching her socks and underwear with all her outfits. There will always be learning curves in every new experience, however, the lessons learned are the most valuable. If we respect ourselves through what we choose to wear, then we can expect others to respect us in return. I'm hoping that through fashion and personal expression, my children learn confidence and learn to love themselves inside and out.
I am so thrilled to be finally be able to start this blog which encompasses all my passions into one.
My love for writing and journalizing which has always been very cathartic for me and my passion and flair for fashion which has been a huge part of my life. My intentions of this blog are to combine my two passions, with hopes to reach out to someone out there that may lack the confidence and inner voice to feel and look beautiful. That struggle everyday of their life because they are lost in their wardrobes or are searching for the look that depicts who they are. We are all beautiful and unique on the inside but sometimes we all need a little help in finding our own unique style on the outside.
Thank you for taking the time to read my first blog. Look forward to posting many more.......... Liana
The time has finally come to share with all of you my lifelong secret passion for fashion that has been bred in me from such a small age. I hope you all can join in my new journey into the blogging world as I share with all of you my secrets, passions, desires that surround fashion in my world everyday.
You see it all started when I was just a wee little one, sitting at the toes of my mother, as she pinned new hems and made alterations on lavish gowns for brides. She was known as TONIA, the town seamstress/tailor. Everyone and anyone knew my mom in our little small city which has now grown into a metropolis, called Mississauga. Everyday, brides and their bridal parties would come in for fittings of beautiful ballroom gowns with gorgeous fabrics and colors. I would sit by her feet and just watch her do her magic as people would rant and rave about how talented my mother was, and how lucky I was to be her daughter. I guess I really never knew it at the time, but deep down, i knew that I was luckier than the next gal. I was always dressed well in my school years however, there were many times when all I wanted to wear were jeans and simple t-shirt like everyone else. No, I would be that girl, wearing those straight legged, double pleat, cuffed dress pants in a houndstooth pattern with the matching scrunchie to boot. I was always way over dressed then my classmates, but no matter what, I always owned my look. Whatever I was wearing that day, even though I knew I was going to stand out like a sore-thumb, I was always confident and my head was always held up high. I simply knew I was loved and cared for by my mother and knew how much pride she took in making me look fabulous everyday. I was definitely the trend-setter at the young age of 8. Instead of mall trips, we took weekly trips to Fabric stores to choose the latest patterns and fabrics. I felt so involved in my fashion at such a young age. I was able to choose the look I wanted and watching it come to life was just something short of a miracle at that age.
Years passed and fashion always played a big part in my life. Whether it was getting dressed up for a family function which took weeks of preparation in our household, or just hanging out with friends. My outfits always took much planning and thought. You see, I never looked at clothing as individual items, I always looked at the big picture, the WHOLE OUTFIT. I also had a GOAL or a LOOK I strived to achieve for any affair. I would plan it in my head for weeks in advance and then tried to make it all come together in real life. For me, it wasn't just the outfit I was putting together, it was the role I wanted to play, the image I wanted to portray and the confidence I wanted to exude. That is what fashion meant for me.
In my teenage years, I definitely was the go-to person or known as the fashion consultant in my circle of friends. They knew my closet was always open and my fashion advice was always free and available. It definitely was a win-win for both parties. They would love being dressed from head to toe by me and I would get so much satisfaction watching my friends transform into beauty queens. They knew I always had their best interests at heart and only wanted them to shine and stand out.
As the years went by, I worked in numerous fields pertaining to sales and always maintained my reputation for being the best dressed worker or the fashionista of the group. It was something that just natural for me. The best part of working was actually getting dressed in the morning and putting together a new outfit everyday. I loved having an open canvas every morning, and expressing your feelings and emotions through your wardrobe.
Fast forward a few more years and I was married by 24 and then had 4 children along the way. Although being a mom can certainly change your priorities, for me, fashion was always on the top of the list. Being pregnant were the best years of my life. It was a time where I felt so comfortable in my own skin. I never used my pregnancy as an excuse to let my fashion sense out the window. Actually on the contrary, I wanted to be the most fashionable pregnant mamma around. I always tried to accessorize my outfits with jewelry and scarves to glam it up and make for a unique style. I was always flaunting my bump, and embracing my new curves that come along with pregnancy. I knew in my heart that if I looked fabulous on the outside, I felt fabulous on the inside.
Now, with my children being 13, 11, 4, and 2, I am not going to lie, it does get difficult at times to look fashionable everyday. There are just too many little beings that depend on you for their livelihood, that it makes time for a you, a little challenging. However, I have learned many new tricks along the way that have helped me save time in the morning, that still allow me to look somewhat put together. I have definitely taught my children over the years the importance of how our wardrobe reflects who we are and how we want to be perceived. With these lessons learned, there has been some setbacks, for instance when I would get a call from the school because my sons pants were wet and the extra pair in his backpack didn't match his outfit or when my daughter was matching her socks and underwear with all her outfits. There will always be learning curves in every new experience, however, the lessons learned are the most valuable. If we respect ourselves through what we choose to wear, then we can expect others to respect us in return. I'm hoping that through fashion and personal expression, my children learn confidence and learn to love themselves inside and out.
I am so thrilled to be finally be able to start this blog which encompasses all my passions into one.
My love for writing and journalizing which has always been very cathartic for me and my passion and flair for fashion which has been a huge part of my life. My intentions of this blog are to combine my two passions, with hopes to reach out to someone out there that may lack the confidence and inner voice to feel and look beautiful. That struggle everyday of their life because they are lost in their wardrobes or are searching for the look that depicts who they are. We are all beautiful and unique on the inside but sometimes we all need a little help in finding our own unique style on the outside.
Thank you for taking the time to read my first blog. Look forward to posting many more.......... Liana
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