As for our garments, my Mother did not only delight to see us neat and cleanly, fine and gay, but rich and costly: maintaining us to the heighth of her estate, but not beyond it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I was a young boy, growing up in Durham, North Carolina, the women in my family were truly passionate about their clothes; nothing was more beautiful to me than women dressing with the utmost, meticulous attention to accessories, shoes, handbags, hats, coats, dresses and gloves to attend Sunday church services.
In my early days in Hollywood I tried to be economical. I designed my own clothes, much to my mother's distress.
Well, I have to say, most of my clothes are designed and made by my mother.
We've forgotten to respect clothes and consider who made them and where the material came from. We've been encouraged to buy things and, if we don't like them, bin them. When I grew up, we'd repair things or alter them.
My mom had beautiful clothes. My mom is elegant; my mom is glamorous. But my mom is also really real, and I grew up with a mother who had babies crawling on her head and spitting up on her when she was wearing gorgeous, expensive things, and it was never an issue.
My mother has a very chic sense of style, but she also has high expectations for her clothes to be functional and practical.
Clothes should look as if a woman was born into them. It is a form of possession, this belonging to one another.
Since I've become a mom, I'm more about comfort and simplicity. I'm essentially a jeans girl, and I dress them up or down with accessories.
My mother was a seamstress, so making clothes was not something you would willingly go into.
We cannot fashion our children after our desires, we must have them and love them as God has given them to us.