The first indication that I am my mother happened when I was a freshman in college. I bought a bottle of instant Lysol wipes and casually cleaned by little dorm room every Sunday (my mom never goes a day without creating vacuum streaks on our family room carpet). The second indication was that I secretly began to think people weren’t sincere if they weren’t on time (my mom doesn’t rely on people who are consistently late — she’s always told me it’s a terrible shot to their character). The third indication was when I found myself in my mother’s closet, seriously considering borrowing at least half an outfit for a night out. Yep, she has impeccable style. Mom…are you reading this??

But I will tell you: this mother admiration has turned into a mimic act. I am turning into my mother.

I love my mom and I don’t have a problem being just like her.  She’s very wise, has a great taste in music and keeps that fine rhythm between being totally cool with my friends but totally being a mom. Throughout college, I definitely began to appreciate her for advice and cool stories about driving to Fort Myers with my dad “back in the day” (1980s) in his black Chevelle on an ambitious whim. Basically, I’ve always known I want to be like her but I never thought I would be her.

I’ve always been very close with my mom. And I’ve always had outside ambitions that I’ve wanted to be just like her. But in college, it was always a sort of a abstract vision of mine to take after her — not necessarily a conscious action. I always thought; I want to be just like her. . . sweet and cultured. Kind and endearing. I want to be an emotional dictionary, where I can quickly define what anyone is feeling at any given moment and give them the remedy to conquer whatever that may be. But we all wait for it. We sit in this little dark room of ourselves and wait patiently for that one liner…that interesting habit…that universal and key moment to turn into our mothers. Read More »

There is officially less than a week left until Mother’s Day. I know – that little holiday totally sneaks up on you when you are swamped with exams, packing, and living out the final days of the school year. But don’t panic if you forgot (and your mom hasn’t been dropping hints every day as to what she wants).

The school year may be over and the cash flow may be pretty low, but there are some easy DIY gifts you can make for Mom this year. And you can make them fast and you can make them cheap. Not that your mom deserves something cheap – I’m just pretty sure she’d much rather have something from the heart than something you whisked off the rack at Nordstrom. Read More »

Last night’s episode of Project Runway was strange without Blayne. No “icious,” no hot pink sweatshirts… I felt bad that he had to leave, but I know he is happily lying in a tanning bed somewhere, soaking up the artificial rays.

We are down to six designers now, but only one of them really has any talent: Korto. The rest are just sorta coasting by with their crappy designs, poor quality and total lack of a fashion sense. And that couldn’t have been more obvious than in last night’s challenge.

The challenge was actually an interesting one that we can all connect to. The designers were to create a look for recent college graduates who were heading out into the working world. Oh, and their moms were coming to stir things up a bit.

As I watched the designers attempt to appease both mother and daughter (or in the case of Anna, drag queen and daughter…seriously, did you HEAR HER TALK!?), I tried to imagine how it would go if my mother and I were part of the episode.

“I like black, white, and gray. I like classic lines, but very trendy looks.” I would tell the designer.

“What about this bright orange and yellow swirly pattern? Or these culottes?! HOW CUTE IS THIS LEOPARD SKIRT?!” My mother would react. And then she would somehow guilt the designer into making what she wants me to wear, which she has been doing to me since I was 4. Read More »