What am I doing here??

Let me begin by telling you - copying is the sincerest form of flattery. A friend suggested a few months ago I should start a fashion blog......and I thought that was a novel idea but I'm already emailing, reluctantly getting texts on my phone, I'm on linkedin and facebook....so another computer thing - no way!

Well here I am! 

This last year has been about change, change and more change. I am 40 and wondering what I want to do when I grow up. So you'll be following my journey with me and see what God has in store for this new year.

So from the title - in my mind, I have always been a Persian Princess, no really. My father was born and raised in Iran (they like to call it Persia) his mother is from Russia and swears we have "blue blood" we are royalty! My father met my Danish mother in London and years later they were married and had me in Denmark. We moved to North Hollywood when I was in 1st grade. All the Persian's followed my dad to California, and so I was raised Persian. I believe this is where the little fashionista in me began.  When I was 12 or 13 my uncle Sebou came here from Paris, he was a well known hair dresser, very flamboyant, and swore he was straight (right!). PS there are no gay Persian men - per Dad.  Anywhoo - he came to stay with us and thus began my quest to look fabulous. He taught me how to put on make-up, did my hair, and took me shopping. We bought pink and green espadrilles, a matching bag and a pink summer dress. From this moment on.....I was hooked. Who knew you could feel so good from looking good. I know it sounds a bit vain, but hey look around. Who's walking around in a potato sack?? We like to look good, right? 

Just to give you a little background on growing up Persian in LA, here's a few things that stand out in my mind:

Going to a family funeral and realizing 90% of the women were in Chanel suits and from the youngest to the oldest everyone's hair and make-up was PERFECT, as if they just came from the salon. Young or old, pretty or not, every Persian woman is "done". Whether they are going to the market, the funeral, or an evening out - they are done! 

Don't get me wrong, I love being Persian. I love our quirks, family craziness, beliefs, strong accents (I can imitate a Persian living in Sherman Oaks perfectly and will do so at any given time) food, customs and more. 

So here I am blogging, sharing with you my journey into the fashion world plus what ever else comes my way.

My first tip:

Pants (jeans or slacks): If they are smaller at the ankle than they are at the knee......unless you are a size 0-2, if you put them on, you now look like a pear, and not a slim one either.  OR If your pants don't brush/lean on your shoes, if they are flooding, toss them out......you wear them and you now look like a box with ankles and feet.  Boot cut, wide leg (not crazy wide) this is the way to go! This goes for all pants, sweats, slacks, jeans, etc. This goes for all heights, weights and shapes. Trust me. I've dressed enough people to know.