Damsel at Dior (DAMSEL IN DIOR)

Sometimes you have to dress yourself from the outside in.

My journey to the Dior show at Paris Fashion Week started with a sunset. I was 8 years old sitting on my 4-wheeler at the back end of the “Home Place” farm and what caused me to brake to take in the moment I am still uncertain. I was in my element. The sun was slowly fading lower and lower, my mother was cooking lasagna for dinner and I had spent the day chasing dove down and playing make believe in my world that was the farm country. But, as I sat there for what felt like 5 years, with every breath that the sun let out I began to feel smaller and smaller. The Home Place started to feel larger and larger. I realized that the sun which was leaving my field in a blanket of darkness, was rushing to the other side of the world to radiate on another. A tremendous sense of sadness overcame me when I felt a longing to be on the field the sun was headed to. There was a sense of betrayal in feeling that my full and happy life was not as full and happy as I had thought it was. Something was missing. There was a piece of me that was untapped and the sun was pulling me to explore what that was.

For various reasons too long {and personal} to write in this post, from that moment on I never felt like I fit in. The only place I felt at peace was when I was in the middle of nowhere riding on the 4-wheeler and spending time alone, lost in my day dreams and thoughts of exploration. My strongest talent was playing make believe, and I felt like a damsel in distress.

Sometimes you have to dress yourself from the outside in.

I wanted to be a broadway singer, so I would dress like one and find myself at the end of the day singing at the top of my Dads big black pick up truck, serenading to the pigs. I wanted to be a veterinarian, so I purchased a smart black pants suit and went to school feeling extra confident in my science class. I wanted to be a Damsel in Dior.

“Dior” has never and will never represent the brand “Dior” to me. A Damsel in Dior represents a feeling. The feeling that you style your life to feel the happiness that you deserve. Whether it be styling yourself, your home or anything else in your world . . . A Damsel in Dior is a person that recognizes that we only have control over one thing in life and that is ourselves.

Sometimes you have to dress yourself from the outside in and sometimes you may be surprised to find that your dreams have become a reality.

The morning of the Dior Show at Paris Fashion Week felt just like any other morning. But as I walked down the cobblestoned street leading up to the Louvre {where the show was}, a few butterflies began stirring. Why was I nervous? I took a deep breath and looked up at the sun and smiled.