My mother was a fashion queen. She had an exceptionally fabulous wardrobe.
My mother had an eye-catching sense of style that attracted attention ever since she was a young girl.
People admired my mother’s apparel, her flair.
Some were even jealous of the gorgeous figure she had and how her clothing fit her adoringly.
She dressed her ass off! From her jewelry, to her jackets, to her pocketbooks, to her blouses, to her jeans, to her heels, to her sneakers, to her dresses- my mother was in a style all by herself.
Fashion ran within the family.
My uncle had a large, spectacular wardrobe full of clothes too! He kept his body clean and dressed very sharply.
Other members of the family also had quality gear to their liking- and a particular few were into luxury and glamor as they had the money to splurge.
My great-grandmother had furs, her sister had lavished items, and her niece was high-class in a league of her own.
Nevertheless, my mother did not dress to impress anyone (none of us did). Nice clothes and things were just a part of her nature, good taste, and talent for design.
