Part of our series of articles about what we wear and how clothes make us feel.
I have always loved beautiful clothes. My mother is an exquisite seamstress, and even though we didn’t have a lot of money, she always instilled in me a “better, fewer things” ethos. Special clothes became wrapped in memories for me. I still remember a trip I took to Spain as part of a young Latino leadership fellowship through the gauze of a yellow and white sleeveless blouse with a high neck and an attached bow. It wasn’t silk, but I remember how professional and sharp it made me feel: Polished, put together.
Even though we didn’t have a lot of money, my mother always instilled in me a “better, fewer things” ethos.
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