Hi! I’m Giulia Rozzi, a very stylish fauxshionista. I came up with this great original never-been-done-before idea: post pics of me in my favorite outfit of the week! I hope my wardrobe inspires you as much as I have inspired me and myself.
So sorry I didn’t post last week, I was super busy with really important big time fancy meetings (therapy). This week I’m visiting my parents in Boston. Now, I’ve shared quite a bit on this blog about how my amazing mom is hoarder-ish. Let’s call it hoarder lite. Like she’s not a “dirty dead mice living in her fridge” hoarder but more like a “museum curator” hoarder. And this week I snagged one of her most prized artifacts.
Dress: Vintage, worn by my mom at her bridal shower.
What a fox, right? And my mom looks hot too. She wore this dress 40 years ago this month and it is in impeccable condition (ah the magic of wrapping things in 20 plastic bags). As I was trying on her dress she gave me some wonderful relationship advice “the key to a lasting marriage is laughter and ignoring all the things I can’t stand about your stupid father.” Yay romance!
I’m so happy I can fit into my mom’s gorgeous old clothes again, six years ago I had gained almost 30 pounds because I was drinking daily and eating my feelings (my feelings are super cheesy). Six years ago was also when I myself got married, and five years ago was when I (unlike my parents despite my requests) got divorced. Yay romance again! My mom told me to show my dad how great I looked in her dress, then the two of them spent fifteen minutes reminiscing about my fat phase.
Dad: “you look good, remember when you were fat?”
Me: “Ya, I remember.”
Mom: “I never imagined you’d fit into my dress, you were so fat.”
Me: “ I know.”
Dad: “You were like (makes his cheeks bloated to indicate how fat I was).”
Me: “Ha, ya. Okay well…”
Mom: “I was so worried that you’d get fatter. I mean I’ve never seen you that fat.”
Daddy: “How’d you get so fat?”
Me: “I ate a lot I guess.”
Mom: “I remember talking to my brothers about how fat you were, asking them what to do. I was so sad to see you so fat.”
Me: “Uh huh.”
Daddy: “Wanna come with me to senior center and have a free hot dog?”
Me: “No thanks.”
Shoes: Vintage, my mom’s from Italy.
These sweet little shoes came with my mom on a boat when she immigrated to the US in 1968. I’m imagining these shoes on the deck of the boat waving to the Statue of Liberty as The Perfect Strangers theme song plays. These shoes are 45 years old and look like they’ve never been worn (plastic bags to the rescue again!) and they fit me perfectly! I inherited my mom’s shoe size, her sense of style and her anxiety issues. (Twinzies!) However my mom has learned to channel her obsessive thinking toward things that although excessive, are productive like: cleaning, wrapping things in plastic, cleaning, checking the locks multiple times, and cleaning. I channel my obsessive thinking toward stupid things like: how many RT’s did I get? And, why didn’t any boys come to my sweet 16 birthday party?
Earrings: My mom’s vintage
Flowers: From my dad.
These gold posts are my mom’s, the flowers are from my dad. My dad picked them from our garden while drinking a beer (probably 5 beers) then gave them to me in the can. Yay romance for a third time!
Fun fact! This week’s post took the longest to shoot because my mom has never used an iphone and kept taking photos of her thumb and the ceiling, When she finally got the hang of taking photos correctly, she wouldn’t stop. Here I am screaming “Ma! MA! Gimmie the phone. MAAAAAAAA!”
Wait, I think I do want that hot dog.
See you next week!