(Jimmy Choo's new affordable line for H&M -- how cute are these?)
I think if I could use one word to describe me, it would be passionate. I think the most-said phrase to me is, "Why don't you tell us how you really feel, Kristin?" Well, I thought I was. I blame it on being Italian, but the fact is, I was born to love beautiful things and have strong opinions. I remember being mesmerized by Cher and her Bob Mackie dresses.
Like Scarlett didn't want to be hungry, I did not want to be badly-dressed. But the thing I think makes me different is that I have never done it for other people. I want my house pretty because I live in my house. I don't care if another living soul walks into it and comments, I want it pretty for me. I want happy colors. And if given an option, I will usually choose sparkles. Life is happier when it glistens. So I understand that the rest of the world doesn't get excited about handbags with supple leather. They don't think "Joe's Jeans" are any better than Levi's. And I honor their opinion, but pretty things make me passionate. Not expensive things, mind you, pretty things. When I was a single girl, my studio was a dump, but my friend's dad got me some stray carpet, and I put up pictures of old movie stars and my futon was brightly colored. Passion for beauty around you is not about money. It's about leaving a space better than you found it. Prettying up your part of the world.
So maybe you don't get it, but tell me, besides your faith and your family, what makes you passionate?
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