Walking around the University of Houston campus earlier yesterday and my Dad was cool enough to snap a photo of my outfit when I said that I liked what I was wearing out loud.
Later the same day, my mom and I were walking around the Town and Country area and she did the exact same thing.
*My mom and I walking*
Mom: We should take a picture of us, we look good today!
Me: *smiles widely and eyes widen*
Still Me: *skips behind Mom like a troll whilst fist-pumping*
I realized that if my style were a pie chart, a solid 70% could be attributed to my mom’s style, and the other 30% is just a mishmash of music, pop culture, and literary influence. Behold Exhibit A- our tendency to pick one color and wear mainly that. My mom loves dark colors. She always wears earrings, and pointy toed shoes, and cropped tapered pants. I do the same, but I don’t blow dry and style my hair religiously like her (actually I don’t at all), and I’ll wear white, light blue, or the darkest colors possible. I found this realization incredibly interesting, from our dedication to earrings to our obsession with keeping our ankles exposed.
Now I just wish we had been this spontaneous on Mother’s Day, when this cameo and post would have been more relevant.
Ps. Yes, the photo quality is crap. I forgot my camera, so my iPhone had to do- I wasn’t about to turn down a picture with my mom.