I vividly remember being in my mom’s closet, trying to fit into her polka dress, and walking around the house in her black pumps. It wasn’t much longer that I was begging my mom for my first pair of Nike’s, because I had laid out the PERFECT outfit to style them with (spoiler alert: I didn’t get them.. more on the ‘Kirkland story’ later). Fast forward to NYC, I had become a Ford Model, I was eyebrow deep in fashion, but not yet feeling like I was doing what I love.