What My Abuelita Taught Me About Style

abuelita-style-babbleUpdate: My Grandma Lucy passed away on Wednesday, February 5, 2014. This post is dedicated in her memory.

I’d like to make something clear right off the bat, my grandma does not like being called “abuelita.” But, I love it. The first time I called her that, she snapped back at me, “I’m not a little old grandma.” So, we’ll just keep this post a little secret— I can already hear her scolding me. And I’m sitting here laughing, because this is the perfect example of the feisty woman she is.

You should know, as I write this, she is in the hospital and has fallen gravely ill. But, this isn’t a post written out of sadness; in fact it’s my attempt at celebrating who she is and who I will always remember her to be.

At 91-and-a-half-years-old, she has lived a long and blessed life filled with family, faith, and lots of love. I have learned so much from her that one post could never cover it all. So, I’ve decided to share what she has taught me about style. She has influenced me more than she knows.

Truth is, my abuelita is pure style perfection. She adores having her nails painted; red or pink only please. You can’t forget about her rouge and lipstick either. And getting a perm is a must (she needs to have her curls). She always puts a lot of effort into getting ready, and wouldn’t have had it any other way.

When I was growing up, I spent a lot of summer vacations and spring breaks with her. When she wasn’t feeding us her homemade tortillas, having us watch her novelas, or praying the rosary — we would hang out in her bedroom. I would sit in front of her closet, mesmerized by it’s color coordination and organization. The top half of her closet was silk blouses and blazers, never t-shirts (are you crazy?!). The bottom half is where her slacks were hung. Her shoes and handbags sat neatly on the top shelf. She always took amazing care of her clothes.

Of course, I have to talk about my abuelita’s personal style. You would never, and I mean never, catch her wearing shoes that did not match her handbag . Oh, heck no — that was not an option! It may sound a little dated for today’s fashionistas, but it has helped me appreciate classic styles and trends in an evolving fashion world.

Last, but not least, I can’t forget about her passion for accessories. Never mind the assortment of handbags and her chic flats —she always had a love of visors. It was her stylish way of keeping the Arizona sun out of her eyes. And you would never find her without her jewelry. When I was little, she would let me choose which earrings and necklace she would wear that day. It’s moments like these that I cherish and remember.

What it comes down to is, that she defines the meaning of finding one’s own personal style. Wearing what you feel comfortable in, sticking with what you love, and never changing for anyone else. My abuelita is the perfect example of this. She is not only glamorous, but she is classic — a woman with a true sense of  style.

I’d love to read about style lessons your abuelita taught you. Leave a comment below.

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