Think motherhood ends at her sharing every waking second with you from the time you're a newborn until you're able to fend for yourself? WRONG. Now that I'm 21, my mother and I are able to share a bond that some best friends dream of. Even more so because we share clothing. Remember when you were younger and you'd play dress-up in your mother's clothing? You'd go through her jewelry box, try on her hats, and prance around in her shoes while giving her a heart attack as you tripped on the way-too-big shoes and way-too-high heels (sorry, mom!). Time to grow up, right? But for me that never meant "time to stop playing dress-up". It only meant "the best is yet to come."I hadn't grown into my height until sophomore year of high school, a whopping 5'10. My parents were always tall, but that never stopped my mom from wearing heels so why should it have stopped me? My love for my mother's style started in her jewelry box (where size really didn't matter), and eventually moved into shoes as I attained "big foot" status. Little did I know then that I'd be living in her closet when I went home over college winter breaks because all of my clothes were back in my dorm.
