I don’t think I’ve ever had a moment where I didn’t wish I was Judy Garland. Okay, that’s a lie, but there are a plethora of qualities that I wish I could take from Judy. Her timeless beauty, abundance of talent and her wardrobe are all things that I want.
Arguably the first girl-next-door archetype, Judy Garland continues to inspire the world of fashion with her soft features and her charming and eclectic choices of wardrobe.
I challenge you to find someone who doesn’t think about Judy’s famous portrayal as the delicate Dorothy Gale in The Wizard of Oz when her name is mentioned. Her soft smile and delicate features captured the hearts of millions who cherished the innocence of this timeless movie and character. Once the thrill of the majestic visuals wore off on audiences, they were able to look at Judy’s fashion and became enchanted with her style and image.
By this point, it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that I have a passionate love of anything with a gingham print. I think that this love can be traced back to Judy’s portrayal in The Wizard of Oz. From the time I was a little girl, it has been my dream to own the baby blue and white gingham dress that Dorothy wore as she ventured into the depths of Oz. To me, this dress embodies a wholesome and girly look that I often crave, especially in the summer time. When I look at this dress, I associate it with summer because of the lightness and the whimsical embodiment of summer.
Although I love the length of my hair and the fact that it is naturally straight, when I see Judy’s voluminous and bouncy curls that cascade down past her shoulders, I am green with envy. Her thick hair and the overall fullness of her curls have been replicated for a number of years and I am happy to admit that I have also tried copying this look. However, my hair doesn’t hold those curls for long periods of time. This definitely breaks my heart, but I like to dream that this look will work for me one day!
There have been a few instances in my life where I have been told that I resemble Judy Garland in terms of looks. Even though I personally do not see the resemblances, I take this as a huge compliment. I have always thought of Judy to be one of the most timeless looking women of her generation and to even be compared to her in any way, shape or form is probably one of the best things that I can be told.
“I can live without money, but I cannot live without love.” ~Judy Garland
They weren’t lying when they said you find what you’re looking for in the person you never thought you would. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that you would muster up all of the love I didn’t know I had. I love and hate you for that.
Your love was not easy to achieve. When I think of us, I am still uncertain if I ever had it. Maybe I had disillusioned myself. Maybe I was in denial. Maybe I was afraid.
Whatever the reason, the conclusion remains the same: I wanted you. And I was a mess, but I wanted you. And I wish you wanted me to the same extent that I wanted you.
“Stay.” I said one night in bed, just above a whisper, a simple request, meant only for you. You were getting ready to leave, like always.
We had been like this, many times, yet we were always too afraid to acknowledge that we could be something more. That we would always be something more. There wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going to be the one to initiate things, but how long could I be a lover in the dark?
“Why?” I bit my swollen lips, still sore, and shrugged my worn shoulders.
“Because isn’t an answer. Tell me why you want me to stay.” It’s not meant to be a statement; it’s a question. Because you love me, don’t you, is what you want to say. You’re just not strong enough. Nothing can train you to hear ‘no.’ My vision suspiciously became blurred.
“Because. Because, because, because, because. Stupid fucking word. There’s always a reason with because. Don’t eat too much candy because you will get fat. Don’t leave the lights on in the bathroom because it wastes electricity. Don’t throw your heart away because you’re going to get it thrown right back at you, twice as hard, and you’re going to miss it, and it’s going to fall and hit the ground and break. God never said because. He just said, Thou shalt not kill. Take it or leave it, guys. Don’t ask questions, I’m God.”
“What’s your point?” You knew how to goad me.
“Well, maybe I want to be God, okay? Maybe I want to say something I don’t need a reason for. Maybe I want to eat candy and leave the bathroom light on and be in love! And if you don’t like it, well that’s too bad, it must suck to be you. And maybe I just want to say stay. Maybe there’s no because. What does it matter? I could give you a hundred reasons and you still wouldn’t.”
My chin sunk into the pillows. Now that the words are gone, there’s nothing left to hold it up.
You were holding me. When did that happened? How could I not have noticed? Something that feels like this…and that’s when I realized this is why you don’t notice breathing or your cells dividing or blinking or your heart beating. As a child I always wondered, this thing, it keeps me alive, how come I don’t notice it?
But you do notice. When something goes wrong, you notice it. When apiece is stolen from the puzzle, the picture doesn’t look right. But when it’s slotted back into place…
When our lips collide, it tastes like iron and regret. I found myself curling into you, your arms wrapped tight around me, the steady thump of your heartbeat under my ear. I’ve lost track of how long it’s been since either of us have said a word, but somehow that primary organ speaks for you.
“Give me a reason,” You said. Asked. Pleaded. “Give me one reason.”
I sighed softly, like a heavenly prayer, meant only for you.
“Because I’m tired of being scared that every time you’re gone, you won’t come back.” The mouth is a puppet of the brain, but the eyes belong to the heart, to the soul. The heart can say please, can plead, without blushing. It’s already red.
You didn’t come back. A part of me wasn’t even surprised.
I told you I loved you as you told me that you were leaving. That was always the theme of our relationship; loved and leaving.
It always seemed sad to me that whenever the name Sharon Tate is said, it is always in hushed reverent tones. Her name is usually followed by, “Oh that poor woman” or “how horrific was her murder.” All of these sentiments are true. However, I think that only remembering Sharon Tate by her tragic murder in 1969 is an insult to her memory. It is best that we see the life in her death, not the death in her life.
When I hear her name, I don’t think about the grotesque nature of her death. Instead, I think of the hypnotic presence she brought to the screen with her notable performances being The Fearless Vampire Killers and Valley of the Dolls. One of the qualities that has intrigued loyal followers of hers for years was the effortless beauty that she embodied, both inwardly and outwardly. Sharon was known for her natural beauty, which made her the subject of envy amongst celebrities like Elizabeth Taylor and Kim Novac. Sharon’s effortless beauty and glowing personality made her a threat to other Hollywood bombshells.
When you break it down to just the bare facts, Sharon’s style reflected her personality: simple and free-spirited. To contrast with the styles of celebrities like Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor, Sharon’s style had a no-fuss approach. Sharon had been known to wear leather straps on her feet to look like sandals so that she could walk into restaurants and shops in Beverly Hills. She was a true free-spirited flower child, that’s for sure!
I once had an ornate beaded elastic that was similar to the leather straps that Sharon would wrap around her feet. I wanted to see if I could get away with wearing these elastics like Sharon and once I was done, it looked like I was wearing a pair of delicate sandals. I went to a few stores and was anxiously waiting for someone to kick me out because I violated the “no shoes no service” policy. No one noticed. I’d like to think Sharon was acting as my little fashion guardian that day.
Similar to Marilyn Monroe, Sharon’s personal style was one that reflected the elegance and importance of looking and feeling like a woman. Her clothes were not baggy and, much like myself, she was not into the Granny Coat fad that others during the 1960s were interested in. Instead, Sharon preferred her clothes be tailored to her body. She liked tailored clothes, even most of her Peasant Tops were tailored to her figure.
In reviewing her style, Sharon was very eclectic, very free-spirited, and a combination of sexy while embodying a child-like innocence. This added to her overall appeal because she was a beautiful juxtaposition of a Hollywood sex symbol and the girl next door.
Particularly known for her love of looking natural, she wore make-up seldomly. However, when she did wear make-up, Sharon was sure to have her make-up down simplistically rather than caked on.
Sharon created a deceivingly simplistic art of applying thick, black, false eyelashes for that desired dramatic affect. To contrast with her ash brown and mousy blonde hair, Sharon would apply brown eye shadow around her lips.
Something that I always found interesting about Sharon was that instead of applying heavy lipsticks or glosses to her lips, Sharon faithfully applied vaseline to her lips. That’s right, vaseline! She was known to keep little jars in her car.
Sharon is proof that you don’t have to cake on make-up or wear super extravagant outfits to be sexy or beautiful. Sometimes the biggest statement that one can do is just be loyal to the styles that truly reflect who you are.
“I’m just me. If I am sexy, it’s just something I do naturally, like picking up a knife and fork to eat. I think people who try to be sexy are the most unsexy people in the world.” ~ Sharon Tate
Today marks National Siblings Day and, for me, it is merely a reminder of how lucky I truly am to have the two hooligans I call my sisters in my life. There is a special bond that only sisters will understand and even though I can try to explain what that is like, I know that I will never be able to verbalize just how lucky and blessed I feel to have these two crazy girls in my life.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re like every other trio of sisters: we fight, we steal each other’s clothes, we nag one another and we are the furthest thing from being perfect. But what really makes us a special set of sisters is that at the end of the day, all we really want is to be with each other. No matter what. And I think that makes all the difference. No matter how many boys, friends or hobbies come and go in my life, my sisters are my true soul mates. And I don’t understand how anyone else could possibly think otherwise.
I never knew what life was like as an only child, and that is a life I am glad I never knew. Melissa has been one of the only people I ever knew who was consistently always in my life. All of my earliest memories have always been centred around Melissa and I growing up and raising a little bit of hell everywhere we went. To this day, Melissa is still one of my most trusted partners-in-crime.
In the most recent years, I have seen Melissa evolve into a headstrong and independent woman, who has inspired all who have met her. Her travels in recent years are ones marked by inspiration, courage and a desire to explore not only the deepest corners of the earth, but also within herself. Every new adventure that she goes on, Melissa inspires me just a little bit more than before.
Melissa would always say that her earliest memory was running down the hallway of our parents’ old apartment, but other than that, she doesn’t recall a memory where she didn’t have a sibling or two running behind her. And the truth is, I’ve been running behind her for twenty-one years. And as I’ve followed after her for the last twenty-one years, I’m not sure if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her.
The baby of the family, Jenna is probably one of the few people I would take a bullet for. Her inward beauty is a reflection on the outside and I couldn’t be more proud of the little lady that she has shaped herself out to be. Even though I’m the older sister and I am supposed to be teaching her about life and the world, I find that I am learning more from Jenna everyday not just about life, but about what it means to be a genuinely good person. And for that, I thank you Jenna.
I’ve always been super protective of Jenna and the reason for that is simple: Jenna is my person. She is the one person I can think of who instantly makes me happy and she is one of the few people in my life that I want to have around all the time. From our famous sleepovers to our shared love of Jaws, no one will ever measure up to the love I have for her. My goal everyday will be to protect her and make sure that she is okay.
We always joke and say that we’re going to baby Jenna until she’s a little old lady. And the truth is, I couldn’t think of a better way to live my life than looking after her. No matter how old she gets, I will always think of Jenna as that little blob who has brought more happiness and joy to my life than she will ever know.
To anyone who has sisters, always remember how lucky you are to have such people in your life. There are so many people out there who would give anything to have what you have. No matter how many petty fights you have about stolen clothes or stupid boys, your sisters are there to love you through it all.
Your sisters are your constant companions, built-in best friends and your soul mates. Never take that for granted.
It’s impossible to think of Marilyn Monroe and not associate her with the timeless fashion of the Old Hollywood Era. Her love of classic red lipstick, simple and eclectic patterns and infamous curves have turned Marilyn Monroe into one of the most iconic women in the world.
I was about fourteen years old when I decided that I wanted to model my wardrobe into something that Marilyn Monroe wore. A proud Old Soul, I loved that Marilyn’s wardrobe was womanly rather than something that teeny-boppers would wear. Everything that Marilyn wore was a celebration to the body and curves of a woman, which made me feel empowered and strong whenever I wore an inspired piece of hers. Thankfully, that feeling hasn’t gone away now that I am twenty-one.
I’d like to think that Marilyn and I have very similar tastes in fashion. I can be frequently seen in simple shades of black and white, two shades that Marilyn rocked way back in the day. As well, because of Ms. Monroe, I love prints such as polka dots, gingham and stripes. These kinds of prints embody the looks of Spring and Summer, the seasons when I feel that my closet is at its absolute prime.
While she celebrated her body by dressing like a lady, Marilyn never took herself seriously either. She had fun with wild prints and made sure that they matched the warm and liberating seasons of spring and summer. Marilyn’s go-to prints were flowers, gingham and the ever-loved polka dots.
Something that I love about Marilyn is that she can go from one extreme to another. One second she’s looking like a summer flower child, and the next she’s using bold and simple stripes to display her much more demure and sophisticated nature. Never underestimate the power of a black and white striped turtleneck or sheath dress. Simplicity like this is one of the sexiest things in the world.
Marilyn Monroe’s infamous statement, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend” proves to still be relevant today, as any kind of accessory – diamond or not – will really make or break your outfit. If you can find pieces that marry pearls and diamonds, you are on the right track to vintage fashion.
Cat eye sunglasses are a trend that Monroe began at the peak of her career and have been a fad that hasn’t gone away. They come in a plethora of styles and colours and you can find them at a reasonable price at any local mall or thrift shop near you.
To complete the full Marilyn Monroe look, spray a dash of Chanel No.5, touch up your lipstick and you are ready to bring the fashion of the past into the future of tomorrow.
“I’m very definitely a woman, and I enjoy it” ~ Marilyn Monroe