I remember in high school a set of cool sisters. The were worldly and privileged, their summer vacations full of exciting tales and experiences. They both had a style like no other. They wore clothes that the common high school-er could not afford, but yet easily mixed Gap with  Moschino or Marc Jacobs with Levis. They often spoke to each other in Italian. They had a bond so strong, that it would be tough to get to know them. Everything I learned about them was from observing them, or overhearing what they talked about.  I could never match them closet for closet, but they inspired me.

I loved to see what they were wearing and after school I would go home and create my version of the “cool sister” style. I would read the labels that they wore, and then go to the bookstore looking at fashion magazines to see who these designers were. Sometimes, I would cut school and go to a nearby high end mall and walk through the expensive stores to get familiar with more of these high end designers. I could spend hours perusing shoes, clothes, handbags, perfume, and makeup.

One time when I was shopping with my mother. I took her into a store that the sisters frequented, for their lower end purchases (which were still high end for me.) I showed my mother  this beautiful sleeveless silk blouse, with detailed lace in the front and a silk tie around the waist, that I was dieing to have. My mom took one look at the price tag and said, “Girl, you have got champagne taste and beer money.” I’m not getting that for you.

I was determined that I would have it, I could already see so many ways that I could wear it, and I had to have it. I would go into the store and stalk that silk blouse, in the meanwhile setting money aside from my part time job to pay for it.  Every time I went into the store I would find it’s location, check the price and know that I would be back to buy it. Finally, the day arrived when I had the money to purchase it. I walked in the store and it was on sale, my size! I tried it on, and looked at that blouse to ensure it was in excellent condition, then I walked up to the cashier to pay for it. When I left the store, I felt like a million dollars, walking around with my shopping bag in clear view.

I got home and I spent a couple of hours trying it on and finding the right outfit to wear with it. The next day, I wore it to school, and I felt fabulous. I happen to walked past the cool sisters, while going to one of my classes.  I even think we made eye contact, and I am pretty sure one of them nodded at me.  As if to say, “I know where you got that, and it is pretty cool”. Could be my imagination, but I am pretty sure it happened. I learned a lot from those sisters, thanks.

photo W magazine