My Mother’s Daughter

Goldie and Kate. Meryl and Mamie. Peggy and Rashida. Judy and Liza. Diana and Tracee. Angela and Margherita. Reese and Ava.

What do all these fabulous women have in common?

They are mother-daughter duos. And I am lucky enough to be a part of one.

My mom loves fashion, has a heart of gold, and thinks I’m tremendously funny. Being the baby of the family, I got quite a bit of mommy and me time growing up. Of course, we went through that typical difficult teenager stuff. Obvs we are both alive to tell the tales.

One thing we have always had in common is our love for fashion.

My outfit: Sunnies (here), Top (here similar here and here), Jeans (here), Bag (here), Shoes (here), Earrings (here), Bracelets (here and here)

Frickspicks started her blogging journey several years ago and I was happy to partake by being her Instagram Husband. I got to boss my mom around and she’d buy me WhataB for my time. WIN-WIN. On a more serious, but happy note, she has continued to thrive and I think one thing that inspires me on my own blogging adventure is her authenticity. She keeps it real and I admire that immensely.

Being a mother-daughter duo makes us each other’s harshest critic, but also each other’s biggest fan. She tells me when I look great and when I should change something (or when I have lipstick on my teeth, which happens quite often tbh) and I do the same for her. Our opinions don’t always align, but that doesn’t bother us. The number one thing I love about our relationship is the encouragement. I am always encouraging her to live her best life, take a risk, wear the heels. And whether it’s about my professional life or personal life, she is my #1 fan. I would not have started this blog without her words of support. I will always be grateful to her for a million+ things, but I am extremely grateful that we get to do something so fun together.

Fashion is definitely our fun space and the amount of fun we have may change as I move to Houston on Friday. But I also think it will make us appreciate the time we do get together. Here’s to new photoshoot locations, finding the best bellini in Houston, and making more memz!

To sum it up, the older I get, the more I realize my mom is the best best friend I could ever ask for and I am so, so lucky.

Xoxo, Liza Mae

p.s. Mom – if you’re reading this… thank you for all the years of advice I should have listened to!