…Because I come from a long line of women who have trained their respective male counterparts to look at and admire what goes on beneath the clothes.
This is getting awkward, I’m talking about my grand/mother here.
I thought about how I would celebrate Mother’s Day on le blog but before I could get too deep into the conceptualization process, Tory Burch’s team did the work for me. They thought it important to capture the generations of repelling that came before me. It seems like just yesterday I was but the twinkle in my mother’s eye when my father exclaimed, “Please don’t wear that cat suit Can I take you for a drink?” And so a good idea it was, Team Tory, as I am quite literally nobody without the woman to my left, who bore me and even more so the woman to my right, who bore my father, without whom, my mother’s eyeball never would have twinkled.