Hello, There.

I know what you're thinking... "Oh great, someone with another  fashion blog.  Neat." Well you're wrong.  I'm not just someone, my name is Nicole Good.  I'm from small town USA, where fashion is not typically on anyone's mind, and shopping destinations are few and far between.  Instead of shopping at glamorous department stores like Bergdorf's and Bloomingdale's, which were usually only seen in my dreams, I was forced to create my statement pieces the old fashioned way.  Needle and thread, baby.  Like I said before, you were definitely wrong about this one.  This is certainly not just another fashion blog. fashion blog.

I know, I know, I'm a little late to be just entering the world of blogging.  I've never really been one to be that punctual anyway, so why start now?  After all, isn't it fashionable to be just a tad late (in this case, a tad late is around 10 years)?  Better late than never.  

My goals for this blog are fairly simple.  I hope to share a piece of my life with someone, anyone, or no one at all.  I guess it will sort of be like the diary that I always wanted to keep, but never really got around to, just a little more public.  I always thought diaries were overrated anyway.  The only time they ever become of much importance is when you're dead, and where's the fun in that?  I'll share a little of my life, some of my art, a lot of my designs, and of course all of the dramatics of owning my own hip little boutique in my not-so-hip little town.  You can find out more information on my store, The Purple Zebra, through the store's wesite www.purplezebrashop.com.

I think that I have a somewhat unique perspective on life, with my family values oriented upbringing in a town where everyone knows everything about everybody, mixed with a little big city flair, which will most likely become inherent throughout my writings.  I'm not your typical small town girl, in fact, nothing about me is really typical.  I guess I get my city slicker side from my brief two year stint during which I attended an art school to study Fashion Design, but there was always something there from a much younger age.   My mother always instilled creativity in me from a very early age, and she basically taught me how to sew before I could spell my name.  She was always insanely artistically inclined, whether it be through painting, photography, sewing, or anything else she could get her hands on.  Instead of paying attention in my third grade classes, I vividly remember drawing cartoon-like figures with oversize lashes wearing my own designs hanging off of their awkwardly proportioned frames all over my school notebooks.   

My love for fashion and design continued through my teen years, and I usually would end up making my outfits for dances or parties because I couldn't find anything that suited me in the stores.  I made my own rules and never looked back.  In fact, I still push the boundaries on a daily basis as I walk down the sidewalk in my small town and see the heads turn stares pushing through my back.  Although I'll never really know what they're thinking, I like to pretend they're saying how fantastic I look.  I'm much smarter than that though, and I'm fairly certain they're saying something more like, "What was she thinking!?"  I don't mind, however.   It's better that they're saying something, than nothing at all, right? 

I think I have bored you enough for one day, so I'll end by sharing a little momento from my past.  This was me at 6 months old in July of 1985, lounging poolside at my grandmothers house.  Yes, I was a chunk, but I looked damn good in my stunna shades.