Photo thanks to Frances Rudman; outfit Inspired by Iris Apfel.

Photo thanks to Frances Rudman; outfit Inspired by Iris Apfel.

who’s the Bos?

We all long to see things clearly and be clearly seen for the beauty that we are. Joy for me is that point of connection with you — when your light has been truly seen.

I am Karrie Bos, the Fashion Bos, a photographer, blogger, fashionista, & brand ambass(adore)TM. I use fashion and photography as the doorway into a deeper story.

A friend kept telling me to take pictures: “Everyday,” she insisted! “You gotta record those outfits. They’re never the same, ever!” “I know, I know, but I’ll get bored if it’s just pictures of me,” I lamented.

This kept happening. That’s when I had the idea to seek out others who are stylin’ and find the deeper stories that go with their “drobe” and “doo.” (What my Dad calls a “wardrobe” and a “hairdo.”)

So, now we’re talking. What good is fashion if it doesn’t lead to joy, a good story, and a way to connect with others? It is play for big kids, after all. And us big kids sure do need it now more than ever, don’t you think?

So here I am, merging it all together — through words and images — connecting patterns and colors, you and me, parts of the Self, pieces of the whole, past and present, and all to One.

Tell me, what story do you want to tell? ~ KB

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I think I inherited fashion genes. Mom, dad, grandparents — they all had swag and style. Dad, in his custom-made suits in college, and Mom, in her beautiful and elegant finery.

My connection to fashion sprung up when I was just a toddler. “Ooh, nice pants!” I squealed on the occasion of my mom’s 26th birthday party as I ran through the halls pulling on my pink, kid trousers.

I can smell the lilacs even still…Loved my lace apron! Not sure if it was handmade or not, but I think so! Grandma sewed for me too, this may be her creation.

I can smell the lilacs even still…Loved my lace apron! Not sure if it was handmade or not, but I think so! Grandma sewed for me too, this may be her creation.

After the birthday party, bundled in a pink bonnet, reading a good book with Dad.

After the birthday party, bundled in a pink bonnet, reading a good book with Dad.

My grandma used to bring matching dresses, some from her travels, to my sister and me. I recall a dress made of silk with elephants woven into the fabric, and the beaded necklaces from Africa…my mom made matching corduroy minis with bell-bottom sleeves to showcase them.

Me, age 8, posing here with Dad. Are we ready to play football?

Me, age 8, posing here with Dad. Are we ready to play football?

I kept my dresses hidden behind closed closet doors, bringing them out on special days to wear like million dollar jewels from a queen.

By junior high, it was evident that my obsession with fashion had a firm grip on me. I took all the buttons off my brand new blue jeans and changed them to “heavy metal.” Because I could. Because something just didn't feel right. Teenage angst was probably the deeper truth, but, heh, if buttons can help, they’re so much easier than tackling pubescence.

Drop-waist dress was sewn by Mom, and is one of my favorite styles. I was a big fan of a fabric called kettlecloth, just the right thickness to hide a body knee-deep in puberty! Notice the striped laces I swapped out in the shoes. The obsession has begun. :)

Drop-waist dress was sewn by Mom, and is one of my favorite styles. I was a big fan of a fabric called kettlecloth, just the right thickness to hide a body knee-deep in puberty! Notice the striped laces I swapped out in the shoes. The obsession has begun. :)

A few pairs of jeans and coats aside, I grew up with a mom who sewed all my clothes till I was in my twenties. A striped bikini bathing suit; a tan “cord“ coat with a drawstring hood; a ruffled, orange, silk skirt and matching blouse; a turquoise knit halter formal — oh, how the list goes on and on…

Mom started sewing to save money and then it just became a thing — our thing. Or at least that is how I like to remember it. At least that is how she made you feel! Even though she sewed equally stunning outfits for the rest of the family, including a down coat for my dad, and matching dresses for me and my sister, D. (Pictured below.)

Easter styling with my sister and my favorite shoes. :)

Easter styling with my sister and my favorite shoes. :)

These days, clothes have become my way of controlling things, a good way. Shaping my world for the day — how I want to feel, what I want to say, how I want to be seen. What I love, what moves me, what memories I want to share on my path to well-being.

I think it all goes back to those first feelings of being loved. As babies, if were are lucky, we are wrapped and swaddled to help to us feel safe. As a young girl, and all the way into adulthood, my mom continued the tradition with outfits she artfully crafted.

So, today as I write this, I am wrapping myself in mother LOVE via a comfy t-shirt that says, "SHINE" — to birth myself once again into this world, and each day, anew.

May we all find ways to nurture each other. Maybe, it is that simple. ~ KB

Strutting our stuff, scuffing up the sidewalk, with my sister and good friend, age 5 or 6. Make-believing we are all grown up. All the joy of adulthood, without the hassle!

Strutting our stuff, scuffing up the sidewalk, with my sister and good friend, age 5 or 6. Make-believing we are all grown up. All the joy of adulthood, without the hassle!