For my entire working life, I’ve worked as a fashion editor. I told readers what they should wear and what not to wear in a number of different magazines that were read by millions of women. In my work and in my personal life, I embraced a classic style. Khakis or loose-fitting jeans and a blazer, with maybe one splashy, trendy piece mixed in, to avoid fashion-victimhood.
My daughters never really read fashion magazines. Ah, those millennials. (Didn’t they know print magazines were the mainstay of this single mom’s livelihood?) The girls sat on my lap at fashion shows but never grew up wanting to follow in my footsteps. Which is probably fine, given the demise of my industry.
Whoops! Want to read more?
Become a member to get these perks:
-
-
-
-
-
-
- Read all our bold, bodacious articles by top writers.
- Get discounts on trips and events, including Paris, Italy, Scotland, New York City.
- Join our members-only "Tribe" community to connect with like-minded women.
-
-
-
-
-