Although very obvious, and expected, my mother is my style icon. I guess you could say I grew up with a woman who not only shared her love for me, but also her style. When I was little, I used to sneak up to her bedroom while she was at work, and put on her clothes and makeup. Yes, I did leave the closet in a mess, but that wasn't what caught her attention after coming home late; it was her Chanel lipstick smeared all-over the bathroom and the lid put on unproperly.
But that was my way of showing appreciation to her looks and of course, beauty items. And let's not forget using eyeliners as mustache makers.
After years of admiring her, and watching her picking out the perfect dress, shoes, or mascara, I learned to do it all on my own. Sure I wear what she buys for me the most, but it's the style that inspires it all.
Now, at this day and age, she is as beautiful and ever, and still the greatest inspiration a mother could me to her child. With a little more french chic, I would be the exact picture of her.
Much love,
lucy
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