by Lea Starr
When I was a kid, I loved color. I loved it from the various parks I visited, to the foods I ate, to the clothes I wore. No matter what the weather was, I was making sure to add a pop of color in my clothes. I have vivid memories of my mom allowing me to dress myself for elementary school, which I took extremely seriously. It was a task that was extra important come the first week of school.
Before the aforementioned “big” week, my mom would take my siblings and I to do “back-to-school” clothes shopping each year. This meant I went crazy in a Justice store, looking for anything and everything that had bright colors and sparkles. I didn’t let any color or shade pass my eye, as I tried on every color in the rainbow (bonus points for rainbow patterned)! Once I expertly chose my must-have pieces, I’d spend the whole night before the 1st day of school laying out and planning my first week of classes outfits. I vividly remember doing this for 3rd grade and can recall a few of the items I wore. I will never forget the neon green cardigan and white, sparkly t-shirt with my matching bright green skirt and white tights underneath for my first day. It didn’t stop there, as I continued my week with various vivid colors and multiple layers of them.
While I now wear an assortment of whites and blacks, I see my childhood self’s little quirks in the ways I continue to layer my clothes. I think it’s so cute how aspects of your childhood bleed into your adult life, no matter how much you change.