Growing up, my mother was the bread-winner, and my father worked part-time to stay home with me. I can recall countless evenings when my mother would return from a tireless day of work, take one look at me and say, "You let her go out dressed like that?!"

To this day, my father asserts that it is only because of his allowing me to dress myself independently at such a young age with no parental input that I have a highly developed sense of style and deep appreciation for fashion. 

My mother would argue that my love of runway and ready-wear is genetic, as my Sicilian grandmother was a seamstress for Bergdorf Goodman. ​


I suppose it was luck that I would attend one of the few schools that offered Italian as a foreign language and would later participate in exchange programs with students from Italy. However, I know my acceptance to college was not by any stroke of luck, rather, a reward for years of hard work. 

Shortly before graduating, I was hired as a sales associate at White House / Black Market. As it turns out, I'm really good at styling and, REALLY good. I was promoted to manager, moved to Connecticut, and decided to put off getting my teacher's license. 

After more than enough time in retail, I applied and was accepted to New York University where I earned my Masters of Education and Teaching ESL and Foreign Language (Italian). 

After seven years, three districts, and a mountain of memories, it was time to close that chapter of my life and write a new story. Like I would tell my students, sometimes picking up a new book is hard, but just think of the story that's waiting there for you inside. 

Thank you for being a part of my new chapter, Educated Fashion.