It is no secret that I love to dress up. Growing up, I didn’t realize how unusual and cool it was that fashion felt like such an integral part of our household. Don’t even get me started on my grandmother’s closet.

What is even more unusual is that neither of my parents worked in the fashion industry, but they both treated clothing the way some people treat art or architecture. They appreciated the craft, the silhouettes, the feeling wearing a special piece could create. To this day, both of my parents keep up with all of the latest runway shows and they are often playing them on their TV as background noise.