Hat: H&M Necklace: Forever 21 Ring: Some random Haute Look Sale Sandals: Elizabeth and James Shorts: Free People Top: Vince
So I was watching a documentary the other day on the editors of Vogue. And while they all had intriguing things to say about ground breaking editorials of the past century, one the things that stood out most was one editor (forgive me I forgot her name, but it wasn’t Anna Wintour) and her loathing of the grunge phase. So much effort was spent on establishing this phase in fashion history, even for some to look back and say that it was the worse period of their lives!
Then I started thinking. Is that ever going to be me? I am hardly a prestigious writer. I have never been published in Vogue (yet.) But is that part of the initiation rights of being a well renowned writer? Giving up what you believe in? It would seem so. For me part of this journey of becoming a blogger was inspired by my short lived internship as a Fashion Editor for Orangecounty.com. They were Roxy and surf and I gave up that life in 9th grade. (Partly because I’ve never surfed in my life and I was called out as a poser. Oh the vocabulary of my generation <insert giggles here>) It wasn’t me. My editor knew it, I knew it thus I gave myself my own platform. Where I would never be subjected to force out an article or force inspiration. Am I going to look back on these posts one day and think to myself “God, what was I thinking?” God I hope not. Truth be told, the only fashion phase I’ve ever gone through and regretted were more so of the beauty kind than the fashion kind. Blue eye shadow works on some, for me I end up looking like Mimi from Drew Carry. I wish someone would have told me this when I went down that road in high school. Alas, Britney wore it so I had to try it. She wins the “who wore it best look” on that one.
While these days my style is much more toned down in comparison to previous years I still feel like I’m coming in to my own. And I don’t regret the decisions that will ultimately determine the direction of my next fashion phase, even if it means trying out the all pink on pink look. I do still own my hot pink bubblegum pants! Either way since I’ve come into this whole concept of doing things on my own terms in my own way, I highly doubt I’ll be that person that looks back and says “that worse time of my life.” Nobody has forced me to do anything. My mistakes and triumphs are my own and like with everything else I prefer it that way.
This past week, we lost one of the most talented stars to ever grace the big screen, Shirley Temple. In school we discussed the definition of “celebrity.” It used to be that being a celebrity meant you were notorious for being talented. These days being a celebrity is defined as just being notorious, and most often than not for something negative rather than positive. Shirley’s contribution? Entertaining generations of people. I say people and not just children because I’m pretty sure that I love her just as much if not more as an adult than I did when I was a child.
Perhaps your thinking to yourself, how is this an ode to Shirley? Umm hellooo! Vintage. Roaring twenties! I like to think the roaring twenties really gave birth to the free spirits of the world. The free spirits who encouraged smiles, laughter, polka dot dresses and animal crackers in our soup.
Shirley lived her life with grace and dignity. Which is not that surprising coming from a little gal who used to sing about animal crackers in her soup. Perhaps Miley should have sang more about animal crackers and could have saved us from the twerking epidemic which I truly believe led to the horrific version of “Achy Breaky Heart Part 2.” Ewww. She never had a scandal, and she led her life to do great things without ever having to enter rehab! Shocker.
Growing up one of the biggest treats was being allowed to play with my Grandma’s porcelain dolls. She had the best collection and then one day she got two Shirley dolls. At first we weren’t allowed to play with them and then one day miraculously my sister and I somehow gained that privilege. We were told we could play with her as long as we didn’t mess up her hair (it was perfectly pinned and netted) or change her clothes. All was well until one day my Grandma’s best friends grand-daughter came over. Insert the “dun dun dun” here. Chanel did not get the disclaimer of playing with Shirley because first thing she did was TAKE OFF HER HAIR NET! The nerve! Not only did she jeopardize my Shirley privileges but till this day I’m not really allowed to touch any collectibles that aren’t perfectly preserved in a box. I never wanted to invite her to a play date, ever again. And sadly, those Shirley curls have never been the same.
I’m disappointed in the media for not talking about this story more in detail. Where’s the E True Hollywood Special? Where was the AMC movie marathon? Does the world really only care about what stupid new antic Justin Bieber is up to? Well Shirley Temple, I care. And I really and truly thank you for giving not just me, but the world and generations something to smile and laugh about. The entertainment in which you provided us was rare. It was something that my Great Grandparents, my grandparents, my parents and hopefully someday my kids love to watch. Thanks for the memories Shirley.
Glasses and Shoes: Chloe
Pearl Earrings: Tarina Tarantino
Shorts: Free People
Top: Forever 21
Bag: Marc Jacobs
We’ll miss you Shirley.