Valerie mentions later in this little collection of photos that “good fashion breeds great relationships.” And damnit, if that isn’t as true as the fact that the day is long. [Editor's Note: I'm feeling a bit philosophical this morning.]
Throughout the post, you’ll read all about Valerie’s friends and family and the fabulous, fashionable ways they’ve made her life so much happier and more glamorous. But what you won’t read is the love story that is me and Valerie.
Most of you know, or maybe you don’t- I don’t know your life!- is that I used to work at Standard Style on the Country Club Plaza. And as such, I got to meet tons and tons of fashion and style enthusiasts alike. Some people were fun to work with because they had the wildest, craziest wardrobe, some people were fun because they were super cool and minimal and had just gotten back from Paris or wherever, and some people were fun because they were my fashion soulmates. Thus was the case with Valerie.
And as most fashion-minded individuals (paired with a psuedo-photographic memory like myself) can, I remember exactly what my fashion soulmate was wearing when she first walked through the glass doors into the store. I remember it like it was yesterday: little black booties with gold studs, a wool plaid maxi-skirt (that looked freakishly similar to the very one I wore a few days prior), and a black, knit top with similar gold studs. Swoooooooooooooooooon.
I immediately telepathically told everyone else who was working to back off. This girl was mine. I’m not sure if they ever got the message or even cared, because the rest, as they say, is history.
We laughed, we cried (not really, but come on… you know), and we shopped to our heart’s content, with Valerie always buying the things I secretly wanted to buy myself. Fear not! There was no resentment; these clothes were going to the best home possible. And back then, I don’t even know how good this home was.
Anyway, soon shopping together turned into Facebook friends, Facebook friends turned into texting buddies, and texting buddies turned into a Chest of Drawers feature! And guys, I have to be honest, this is one of my favorite features ever. It’s always a treat to be welcomed into someone’s personal space to photograph it and then splay it all over the internets, but it’s even better when you can do it while sipping hard cider, eating strawberries and mint, and enthusiastically being told the rich (oftentimes hilarious) story of each and every piece.
This feature, I fear, may call for a part two.