My mom's one of my style icons.
We differ in every sense of the word; she's the Jackie O to my Courtney Love. She's the epitome of prep and proper, I'm glam and edge.
And yet, sometimes when I catch my reflection in a storefront-trench coat on with my big Marc shades-or when going to work in a pencil skirt and cardigan, I see her in me. Wow, I've become my own version of my mother.
That's not a bad thing.
Mom's painting her living room RED. I've seen the updates on Facebook, and can't wait to get home to help style her new look. As you can see, we differ a lot in style, but what we have in common is frugality and innovation. I'm hoping to share some of her projects with you the next time I visit home in the Spring. Her condo was so generic and she's really stepped it up from "Builder's Beige."