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“You are just like your mother!” How many times have women all over this world cringed to hear those words in any language? Whether it seems to be true or not, you can’t escape the fact that we come from our parent so why wouldn’t we have some of their traits whether they be big or small.

It’s funny because I tend to have this nack for going against the grain…and at a young age me and my mother butted heads alot! What young girl doesn’t! I definitely butted heads with my mother…and my dad and my sisters would say you both are just a like. So what does that mean? Am I driving me crazy…since we are just a like. Is she driving herself crazy because I am the spitting image of her? As I have gotten older we have gotten so much better (probably more maturity on my part) We even developed a line of handbags together  Elise and Gigi. We toss ideas back and forth as our family sits and watch as we each speak in our lingo..different words..but we are saying the same thing and we understand each other, and they look in amazement at how two people can be so much a like. Where we differ is I have some of my father’s nature to dare to try anything, and I am also more stubborn..~ They can toss a coin on who gets to own that trait!~

My mother is a regal lady, full of fancy and grace,  assertive, extremely meticulous, intelligent, and amazingly creative! (Since we are alike..is that like me bragging on myself? Not so much!)  It is the creative element that has inspired his little musing. My mother is a seamstress  in a long line of amazing seamstresses. Ladies who sew with out patterns good and have made some of the most gorgeous garments. I am super in to fashion, so of course I thought welll if I can sketch… certainly I can sew. The first few things I sewed my mother and my family laughed hysterically, not because they weren’t supportive, but let’s be honest…the stiching was horrible…If only a supreme talent for sewing was imbedded in my genes…oh well…As it wasn’t I decided to enroll myself into a sewing class. My second week of sewing class we began to work on the project of our choice…I chose a cute Built by Wendy little  mini frock with a slight puff sleeve, perfect for spring! Color choices were some what …well… let’s just say I  usually wear black constantly, not because I am gothic..because I am a lover of fashion and apparently all the things I love are in black. Anyway, on this very momentous day I decided to forgo the black fabric for an eye catching zebra print! Oh boy! I wasn’t able to finish my wonderful creation that would be birthed into world as soon as possible! In an effort to get ahead in class. [I am somehwat of a perfectionist, and extremely competitive~ perfectionist= Mother; competitive= coin toss again~. ] I had to take my project home to do some more work to my garment. I figure under the supervision of my seamstress genius my mother I wouldn’t have any mistakes! I get to my parents house on Sunday afternoon, and my mom instructs me to get her fabric scissors and cutting board to use. I am rummaging around in her sewing studio and I look over on her cutting table and see a bout a  2 yards of fabric…zebra print, and not just any zebra print.. the exact same fabric..just cut at different stores…yep…(I apparently, did inherit her eye for fabric as well). I walked down stairs to make her aware of this discovery. My father immediately laughs and my sister responds.. “that’s freaky”…and my mother joked that I inherited her good taste. She ends her sentence with a “…well sometimes she has my good taste”- mothers! My dad instructs my older sister to take out her “lackberry” and snap a quick shot of this “I told you so  you are just like your mother” moment.

It’s funny because after all these years I have finally come to realize, I do not care if I  am like my mother in a lot of ways.. because I have one amazing mother,(equipped with keen, and fantastic fashion sense!) and although she is not perfect, neither am I, but I learn from her what I should do and I adjust areas I want to be stronger in for my own good. My mother is the type of woman that wants me to surpass who she is in greatness. I mean shouldn’t we get better each generation. My mother would love for me to be an amazing sewer…and pass that down to a little daughter I might have one day! My mother has put together a legacy that I am proud to be apart of…her daughters are one of her proudest and greatest achievements, her best work! So I don’t mind having a common thread with my mother..in fact I  love it! And although you won’t see us wearing our zebra prints on the same day…(how terrible) I am still one super proud girl to have Dr. Elise LaBord as my mother!