When it comes to monograms, my will power is low. I’m all about them, in our home, on our clothes, around my neck and even on our front doorstep. I found the cutest monogram kids sweater last season and was bummed to find it didn’t come in my size. So I’ve been on the lookout for an “L” top ever since. I’ve seen designers make a signature piece in whatever their special letter is….C for Chole, A for Alice + Olivia, H for House of Holland and so on. Sadly, there are no L’s as far for as the internet will take me.
I did find an R and my middle name happens to be R. Close enough, right? And it’s pink and red and cropped and cute all over. The irony of representing my middle name is that I’ve never really liked my middle name. It’s Rae and growing up my Mom loved to remind me that she named me Lyndsey Rae (exactly 34 years ago today as a matter of fact) because I was a ray of sunshine in her life. Why didn’t I just appreciate her sweet gesture and move on as LRJ? Instead I told teachers I was Lyndsey Nicole, Lyndsey Ann, Lyndsey Elizabeth. The list goes on. Over time, I’ve actually started to like my middle name and honestly prefer it to all of the alias names I came up with over the years. So on my 34th birthday I’m thanking my Mom for the 9 months of morning sickness, a c-section and a special, meaningful name. I know your smiling down, shaking your head in disbelief that I’ve finally accepted my middle name for fashion’s sake.
photos by Traci Ling