I don’t know why but I always had a concept of style ever since I was a little kid. I remember being in primary school and I decided to cut up a pair of wool trousers into shorts, because I felt I would look cool in shorts.
This was the late eighties, yes I had access to scissors and needles. I cut the trousers and with a needle, I did the hem on them.
My older sister would do the school run and she didn’t care what I wore. I remember I could enter the house through a different door and change straight away to “home clothes” so my mother would not find out.
I don’t remember how my mother found out, but she did and amazingly enough she didn’t get very upset with me and I was not disciplined for this. I remember she was more upset about me ruining a part of trousers, than anything else. But they were hand me downs, so she was not that concerned, but told me I should tell her if I wanted to change my clothes.
Nowadays, I can see a bit of this with my older nephew. Ever since he was a small kid, he is concerned about his appearance especially with his hair. He is always making sure it’s on point.
What I felt then and I still feel now is that this esthetic concern comes naturally to me. It is part of my core and I accept it and I will use it as a tool to improve my life.
I am Franca and this personal!
