My mama was a stylish dog

When I think of my mom growing up I always think “glamour” – and Tatjana always called my mom a “stylish dog” – she had these lounge outfits that were out there, bold colors and designs. As I told someone, she was the mother who saw her daughter to the school bus in kitten heels and a boa. So I know I get my sense of style from her. A little daring and a lot of me.

I was reading in the New York Times about designers’ mothers and how they got their first impressions of women dressing. So when I get it just right – like the pink hair strips picking up the paisley from the tunic that goes with the platform bronze shoes – I know I’m channeling mom, and that’s a good thing.