I think it happened a little while after I moved to Chicago. I had escaped a tumultuous (to say the least) relationship, and was suddenly and completely alone in this city. I had to find an apartment, a job, and all the things around me that make my home. I think that's when I started to gravitate towards my Momma's style. Soft things, pretty things, light-colored things. Where before my style had been extremely bold, dramatic, and more often than not, mismatched, I began to want the things around me that reminded me of her. Because she couldn't be there to hold me, having things that looked like hers surrounded me like the hug she would have given me.
