My Mom Is a Street-Style Blogger

Most kids freak out when their parents join Facebook. But, when I was 22, I didn’t have much time to dwell: A few weeks after she joined the social network, my mom one-upped herself by posting a link to her then-secret project, a street-style blog. A place where, with the help of her hand-me-down point-and-shoot Canon, she posted stealth photos of Anthropologie-draped Minnesotans at the Cub Foods with captions like, “I spied a bold zebra print skirt and some artisanally enhanced mukluks and it positively made my day,” or “Holy KodaChroma, there's a hootenanny of color going on." 

I guess I’d known she’d started a blog because my sister and I actually suggested it. Five years ago, my mom was frustrated with the freelance writing work she was getting, and wanted to “get online.” So she fired up Blogspot sometime in 2007; my sister and I quickly adopted our parents' “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy and just assumed she’d crafted a nice web portfolio of written pieces to send to potential employers.

So, stumbling upon her anti-Sartorialist style blog was a little jarring. My mom has always been an eccentric, artsy type, the kind with outfits — getups, really — the family nicknamed things like “the shepherdess” and “the leprosy tights.” (Word of advice: never buy tights in a small floral pattern.) I never thought of her as being “into fashion” in the way you'd think, but she does treat everything she puts on like a costume, like a non-luxury version of Anna Dello Russo or, I don’t know, a demure, Midwestern Lady Gaga?

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