Reminiscing on the days George (my mother) used to make me wear tweed skirt suits to Picture Day in grade school. I literally could not stand her for ruining my childhood. Just think: A 9 year old in a Jackie O. skirt suit amid other 9 year olds wearing the latest FUBU, Mecca, and Pepe. I dreaded the 2 hour public transportation ride to the boutique in Queens where George would get all my $90+ suits. Why should we bypass every V.I.M. and Jimmy Jazz that carried all the hood apparel for less than $90, and continue on our journey to some stupid borough that didn’t even have more than 2 train stations going through it. Life wasn’t fair for me growing up; and George was more concerned about the 3 points missing from my 97 Spelling test grade. Such is life…
In retrospect, I can clearly see where this passion for wool and tweed initiated. You see, I hadn’t realized at the time, but George was introducing me to class & style from an early age. Even if it came at the expense of really important money lessons…What rapidly growing child needs a $90 suit?
(This all may seem very confusing to you if you’re not from NYC. It’s not your fault you’re not from the best city in the world 🙂 )