It’s been a while now since I have posted anything and I must apologize for the delay. I recently decided I needed a major change in my life and one of the first things on my list was the name of my blog. Why? What was wrong with “Fashion Attack Vintage”? Nothing, from an outside perspective. But inside, the name itself was a small piece of a much larger personal puzzle.
Since I began blogging back in the early spring, I have met some amazing people who have been brave enough to publicly expose things about themselves that made them feel uncomfortable, self-conscious, insecure and vulnerable on their own blogs. From eating disorders to physical handicaps, these individuals made it a point to tell the world about their personal struggles, and I admire them greatly.
It’s been said that “The truth shall set you free”, and perhaps there is some validity to this age-old saying. Once you can openly talk about the things that burden you emotionally, you have taken control of the situation. Well, the truth is I have an anxiety disorder.
What does all of this have to do with the name of my blog? Well, once when I was having particularly bad panic attack, I told myself I was having a fashion attack in an effort to downplay the severity of my symptoms. It did make me feel a little better at the time and that phrase stuck in my head after that. But the truth is I don’t want my blog to be named after something that has had such a negative connotation in my life. Starting this blog was something that was a long time in the making. It became a positive medium for me to be creative and put myself out there. It gave me an opportunity to write about and document things that I am passionate about. From this day forward, I am looking only towards the future and I am ready to finally beat this thing and leave the past where it belongs, in the past.
The Delancey Dame is actually something a friend of mine referred to me as a while back and I always thought it had a nice ring to it. I am a real New Yorker and The Lower East Side is very much a part of who I am. My family immigrated and settled down here in the L.E.S. over 80 years ago. It’s where my grandmother grew up; it’s where my father grew up. It’s where I was born and raised and I still live to this day. Once upon a time, Delancey Street was like the 5th Avenue of my neighborhood. It used to be a major shopping destination and people flocked down here from all corners of the city to get good bargains on everything from dresses to hosiery. While it ain’t what it used to be thanks to a massive gentrification and a bourgeois revamping, it’s still my home.
So there it is. My deepest darkest secret is out in the open. Do I feel better? Not just yet. But I am positive that I will sooner than later as I start this new chapter in my life.
I hope you Guys & Dolls enjoy the “new” blog as much as I did designing it!