Week 15 :: of memories, Mom, and Mod madness

My mom is beautiful.

I remember growing up and sifting through pictures of her as a teenager and her being so self-effacing and even disparaging of her looks.  She’d always maintain that her younger sister was prettier, but I thought otherwise.

To me, my mother’s smile was positively radiant, her posture ramrod straight and elegant.  Her short shift dresses and bouffant hairdo were the epitome of class and style, and she was stunning both in posed photos (no artificial mugging for the camera for her) and in candids (she looked good from any angle).

I wish I had quick access to all her photos because I would make the most amazing collage to show you exactly what I mean.  Even now, at almost 70 this year, my mother still looks and acts like she’s decades younger.  And although she complains about her high blood pressure and is no longer free to indulge in many of the native foods because of it, she is one of the most active and vibrant people I know.

I guess that, more than anything else, makes her beautiful in my eyes.

I didn’t know it then, and she probably wouldn’t be the first to call it so since she’s not really into fashion, but Mom was the epitome of Mod.  So when I was sorting through my closet for Icon Week, it was one of the looks that was a total no-brainer.

Icon Wednesday

When Mary Quant, the originator of Mod, began scribbling away in her sketchbook in the ’50s…[w]hat she gave birth to was boldly black and white, zippered, geometric, and shiny – and went so far beyond new as to be positively futuristic…Mod still feels like the future – not the future as it happened but the era’s happy, optimistic, and flirty version of it.

Icon Wednesday

Some of you may remember one of my favorite photo shoots, and in retrospect, I realize it’s a favorite because I was channeling my mom.  After perusing my closet this week, I came upon another realization: a good third of my clothing reflects Mod Essentials.

I own such an unhealthy amount of a-line skirts, shift dresses, and black and white graphic prints that I was hard-pressed choosing how to represent the look.  I’ve had this dress since the beginning of last summer, though, and hadn’t yet worn it so I figured I’d give it a chance to shine.  Throw on a pair of chandelier earrings and my trusty captoe flats, and I think I’ve done well by this genre.

Icon Wednesday

Mod is so compelling to me, and I know now that I owe it all to my mom.  What about you, my friends?  Have you ever been inspired by your parents’ fashion choices?

:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Dress – H&M
Shoes – Dexflex @ Payless
Earrings – F21

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10 thoughts on “Week 15 :: of memories, Mom, and Mod madness

  1. Hey Selah, I think the hippies could be classified as Bohemian ; ) Maricel, this is really your look. Just loved this post on your mama!

    • I wish my mom read my blog. Then she’d know I love her, even if I do forget to call her. ;p

      And does this mean I can invest in more Mod pieces?

  2. Oh, how I love houndstooth! I also, love all the Doctor Who posters in these shots. Is that your classroom?

    My mom was a hippy in the 70s, and wore long denim jumpers in the 80s (I swear I didn’t realize how cult-ish our church was back then, but looking back – yikes!). I’m trying to set a better example for my daughter. 🙂

    • Yes, that’s my classroom. The Doctor keeps me sane from the back of the room.

      Ok, um…yeah. Good move on the setting a better example. (That’s as diplomatic as I can get – I just can’t get behind the idea of a long denim jumper.)

  3. I bought a hi-low skirt a few months ago. After my mom showed me pictures of her wedding in the 90s and all of her bridesmaids dresses were hi-low! I think it’s pretty neat how some styles come back into fashion like that.

    • It justifies my keeping all my clothes, right? As long as they still fit, I know I’ll eventually put them to good use when the fashion pendulum swings back. ;p

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