Haven’t been joining the #throwbackthursday bandwagon mostly because I lacked throwback material.

Not anymore. I spent the entire morning rummaging through my version of an attic for some childhood photos. I ended up with a luggage full resulting to the conclusion that my mom got really snap-happy with her child (read: me.) Going through them has been both joyful and itchy (they were really dusty.) The good news is (although maybe a bit scary for you) that I will never miss a #TBT again.

Been wanting to flood my Instagram with what I can only describe as “my cuteness as a child.” I am just not sure how many baby photos my followers can handle so I dump my favorites here instead.


All this pent-up throwback energy has made way for some realizations. I’m not sure which Gretchen Rubin book tackled this subject (probably Happier at Home) but the activities you spent your free time on as a child are supposedly the same things you will always be passionate about as an adult. It’s funny how life sort of throws you off course but you realize you keep going back to what you originally loved as a 7 (sometimes even 2) year old – whether that be painting, baking cookies with your mom, building structures with Legos or writing in your padlocked diary.

These memories, then, should have already revealed my inclinations as a child. Funny how I find myself doing the same exact things now – dressing up, posing for the camera – even sort of regressing back to the same trends – headbands, folded shorts, etc. – but that makes more of a statement on fashion cycles than my personality. It’s nice to constantly get reminders (mostly in the form of my last four photos)  that fashion is always something I’ve been passionate about – even without previously knowing what it really meant.


In light of the upcoming Mother’s Day, I would just like to share something my mom taught me that I apparently should be very grateful for. The existential and mushy stuff I’d much rather privately share but on this fashion note I must say, thank you, Mom, for teaching me how to Vogue – Madonna-style – at an early, early age.