Nicki Wong // Copy Writer, Nasty Gal

Top: Nicki wears Hudson jeans from Satine and her mom's sweater
Bottom: Nicki wears Hudson jeans from Satine and her own vintage top

Unlike other relationships in my life, my relationship with denim has been unwavering. I remember times when it was all I ever wore. I used to have a stack of Lee's denim shorts, and eventually graduated to a pair of Bongos. In the 6th grade, all the popular girls started getting into flares, which were essentially low-rise bell bottoms, and the skaters wore saggy, ultra wide-legged JNCOs. I remember thinking "pants" were synonymous with "jeans" because nobody ever wore anything else, except for the occasional khaki. 

My mom tried to get me into skirts and dresses and I remember a particular occasion when she took me to the mall and absolutely insisted on buying me a hideous dress that I swore to her I'd never wear. It had a black velvet bodice, with cap sleeves, and a long metallic green organza skirt--worst of all, there was, of course, a giant bow sash to be tied around the waist. I'm not sure why she insisted on buying it for me, as there was no particular formal occasion in mind, most likely there was a sale and it was during one of our classic pre-teen mother-daughter power struggles. True to my word, the ugly green dress hung in the back of my closet for years. I think we eventually gave it away, my having outgrown it by half a decade, and when we did, I'm pretty sure I gave my poor mother a "See? I told you so!" face as I pranced to the Goodwill in my skinny jeans. 

Second hand shopping was a whole other point of contention. Luckily, my mother never complained about me borrowing her clothes and I have her to thank for my interest in style and fashion, as well as my innate sense of stubbornness and independence! I love you, mom! - @nickiwong