The last time I felt uber feminine was when I was in college. This was my ultra feminine time. Divine feminine was oozing through my floral-scented pores, ruffle blouses, and hip-hugging pants. SATC was on constant replay.
Even though I fully didn’t understand the entire scope of girlhood Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha portrayed on my treasured pastel DVD collection, I felt connected to them.
So I played dress-up and became them.
When I felt classic, I wore a crisp button down like Miranda.
When I felt romantic, I wore a silk, billowy dress like Charlotte.
When I felt like a girl boss, I wore a power suit like Samantha.
When I felt like taking risks, I wore a distressed sweater like Carrie.
It’s been twenty years, and I’m beginning to shed my tough exterior and allow my feminine to shine again. I feel like a flower unfolding, a rose who’s been patiently waiting for her time to bloom again.
We, at Christine Garcia, are at the cusp of unfolding our spring collection: a celebration of divine feminine.