Shireen Fashion Blog
UGG, I look like my mother!
Posted by Shireen Sandoval 11/09/12, 4:41pm
UGG, I look like my mother!
Smelling of turpentine and paint, my mother breezed by me heading toward her art studio. I, of course, looked at her with snarky teenage disapproval and wondered: "How did I fall so far from the apple tree?". Really, if I was being honest, it was more like a tumble and when I hit the ground, I felt like I had fallen off Mount Everest.
I was an aspiring television reporter; my mother, the quintessential hippie chick. I proudly wore the same uniform everyday: a thrift store blazer, a snappy T-shirt, rolled-up jeans and a pair of high heels I bought at Payless (I re-heeled those suckers four times.) My mother on the other hand, wore cut-off jean shorts, zigzaggy rainbow colored tube tops and wooden Dr. Scholl's sandals, with a blue strap.
I begged my mom: "Get some style!" She would just smile and say, "You'll see. You're just like me." I would vehemently disagree and storm off in a dust of second-hand, thrift store, reporter-looking bargains. After all, what would a Woodstock worshipper know about fashion?
As I worked my way up the food chain of television news, I found my niche in entertainment reporting. I started shedding the expected glossy, veneered look of an "anchor/reporter" and found my way through fashion. There were highs and lows (literally): low cut, high cut and the wrong cut. What's more, I realized just because something was stylish and I wore it on TV, it didn't mean I had to have it in MY personal wardrobe and vice versa.
As my mom got older, her shorts gave way to long flowing skirts, paired with off the shoulder blouses. She always accessorized with a great-looking piece of turquoise jewelry and a pair of Birkenstocks. It drove me fashionably batty. Especially the Birks! I just didn't get it. What was an almost six foot, sultry brunette doing in, as I called them "Jesus flats"? No disrespect, but it wasn't exactly 14 AD and I knew she wasn't going for, say, an Aphrodite/Venus look, which I would have preferred.
My "UGG, I look like my mother" moment happened when I was wandering around the Aventura Mall, looking for blog Ideas. I was in Macy's digging through a sale bin of purses, when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was in utter disbelief! I moved closer to my reflection. There I was, in all my glory, wearing a flowing skirt, an off the shoulder blouse, a turquoise necklace and UGGS (the modern day Birkenstock). I had officially become MY MOTHER!
I own a lot of UGGS. I've been a fan for over 10 years. The brand was started in 1978, in Southern California, by Brian Smith. He mixed his love of sheepskin and a laid back lifestyle, to create the ultimate hippie/surfer/ski bunny chic/ furry footwear empire.
No matter where I go, what I do, and how I perceive myself (a self admitted designer shoe whore,) my day usually starts and ends, in UGGS. My newest pair are a dusty rose. Strangely, the same color Birks my mom used to wear. She must have been smiling sheepishly when she ordered them for me on-line, as a gift, per my request.
I have to admit (although it took a few years; okay, a lot of years) that looking like my mother is pretty cool and comfortable. Wanna be part of the fold? Get lamblike at http://www.uggaustralia.com/