Tiffany’s In New York: A 10-year Old Fashionista’s Perspective on Fashion Week

Tiffany's in New York: A 10-year Old Fashionista's Perspective on New York Fashion Week

Tiffany's in New York: A 10-year Old Fashionista's Perspective on New York Fashion Week
How does a 10-year old fashionista score a trip to New York Fashion Week? Sometimes, it’s who you know!

Her uncle is none other than Carey Reddick, II, Owner and Chief Designer of Above-Time, Inc, the San Diego-based accessories brand company.

“My uncles know that I like fashion and surprised me with this trip. They worked it out first with my mom and dad,” Tiffany explained.

As Tiffany’s Auntie, I didn’t know of her fashionista tendencies until last summer on our family trip to Yosemite and Mammoth Lakes. We all stayed in a 7-bedroom condo in Mammoth. As I got ready for bed sporting my cool, pink boxer shorts, Tiffany piped up and asked “Are you wearing granny-panties, Aunt Terri?”

Suppressing a grin, and trying to look serious, I simply said, “Umm, yes…” then asked, “what do you know about granny panties?” My sis-in-law announced that Tiffany just knows this stuff, as I slinked under the covers of our sofa bed.

Tiffany is one of the adopted daughters of my other brother and his wife. She and her older sister have come a very long way from their earlier life as abused children placed in foster care. Read more about their story We Chose You.

Tiffany and the Above-Time crew were scheduled to travel on Thursday Feb. 9th for a leisurely flight from San Diego to New York City. Abruptly their plans changed when the winter storm of the season slammed into the New York and New England areas on February 8th.

The New York Times reported, “Up to 14 inches of snow fell across the New York area, with nine inches blanketing Central Park, the biggest snowfall of the winter. Schools were closed in the city and many of its suburbs.”

Reddick spent hours dealing with flight changes that involved planes, trains and automobiles to safely navigate one of the worst winter storms in the Northeast since 2015. Getting his entire crew there in time for their first-ever NYFW event Thursday night didn’t happen.

After a long day of travel from the West Coast to NYC, by plane, train and car, Tiffany was greeted with her first fashion show.
After a long day of travel from the West Coast to NYC, by plane, train and car, Tiffany was greeted with her first fashion show.

“We had to postpone the handbag launch, because some of our team couldn’t make it to NYC in time,” Reddick explained. “Luckily the storm moved through quickly and we were able to attend Thursday’s first fashion show.”

But not without a LONG day of travel that began Wednesday night at 11:00pm (well after Tiffany’s bedtime). Tiffany admitted she was a little scared with the crazy schedule change and this being her first plane ride, but she thought “the liftoff was awesome. After liftoff, I was out like a bug!” She was able to sleep on the plane and a bit on the train ride from Philadelphia.

“We took an Uber car from the airport to a house in Brooklyn,” Tiffany explained. “The worst part was we had to walk in the snow. One of my uncle’s co-workers wore open-toed boots!”

Above-Time was initially invited to New York Fashion Week as a result of meeting key people during Fashion Week San Diego.

Reddick’s goal was to attend nine shows, the first being “Rich” by Richie Rich. Tiffany wore her favorite outfit, “a gray shirt with gold lines in it, black pants with a gold design, a red leather jacket and black boots (seen in the first photo).”

Tiffany's a New York Fashion Week Model
Tiffany and Above-Time crew model handbag line at NYFW showcase

Friday was launch day of the new line of handbags, that included a photo shoot and runway show.

Tiffany’s impression? “On the launch day, I got to model a backpack. It was boring because no one asked me questions (about it).”

Reddick scored a major promotional opportunity with Richard Magazine, which will soon promote Above-Time products on their affiliate websites. The team recently flew back to NYC for a follow-up visit to work out details.

In Reddick’s estimation, New York Fashion Week was a resounding success. They met a buyer in New York who wants to sell the handbag line in her boutique.

The jewel in the fashion week trifecta crown? An invitation to attend London Fashion Week in September!

“This is BIG,” says Reddick, “Fashion Week in London is just a notch below the famed fashion weeks in Paris, Rome and Milan!”

Reddick is no stranger to networking and promoting the Above-Time brand. “My crew and I made it a point to visit and connect with every producer of the nine shows we attended. One was impressed enough to hand us that London invitation!”

Much of the fashion business and excitement was lost on a tired Tiffany. “Later that day (launch day), we went to another fashion show. It was so cool, because the models were dramatic and the music was loud. The runway was lit up and shiny. We got a bag of stuff and I ate the chips! Once that was over, Chloe (a staff assistant), took me back home in the Uber car and I went straight to bed.”

Click this link for Above-Time’s video of NYFW.

If some of Tiffany’s favorite things about fashion week were getting out of school and avoiding chores, and of course, the clothes and music, her least favorite thing was the snow—not surprising to hear this from a California girl!

“Even though it was my first time there, I want to go back some day. Maybe I can convince my mom to let me go to London Fashion Week in the fall!”

Surprisingly, as much as Tiffany loves fashion and is a bit of a fashionista herself, right now she is not interested in a career in fashion.

At the end of the trip, an unaffected Tiffany shared her final thoughts on the flight home. “It was fun going through the metal detector. After that I got a chocolate muffin and watched TV on the plane ride home.”

The simple things are just plain fun for a 10-year old fashionista.

For more on fashion, please visit these fellow bloggers.

Jodie blogs about midlife fashion at Jodie’s Touch of Style. A recent post includes a men’s fashion piece, Another Day in Rob’s World.

Cathy Lawdanski, My Side of 50, includes posts about fashion, in Lessons Learned From my Favorite Fashion Bloggers.

Note: All images were provided by Above-Time staff and post-edited for purposes of this article.

Although this is a sponsored post, the intent of this article is not to sell a product, but to focus attention and awareness on the growth and evolution of the Above-Time brand. Opinions are my own.


Where are You Going? Here’s to Strong Women

May we know them, may we be them, may we raise them.

May we know them, may we be them, may we raise them.

With all the turmoil and sickness plaguing us these last few weeks, I want to take a moment to celebrate my daughters’ January birthdays.

If we were having coffee today, I would invite you in for a hot beverage of your choice (coffee’s ready!) and perhaps some virtual birthday cake.

Today is my oldest daughter’s 32nd birthday. My younger daughter turned 29 on the 21st. They spent many of their childhood and teen birthdays with just me, when I was a single mom raising them with little financial help.

There is something about our children’s birthdays that incites reflection.

Two years ago I wrote a reflective piece when my oldest turned 30, a milestone birthday for the both of us. Here is that post, Where are You Going, My Little Ones.

Through the grace of God, some luck and sheer grit, I raised these incredible women to be strong and independent. Perhaps you can see this in the photo of them fist-bumping after walking me down the aisle after my second wedding in 2013.

Daughters celebrating after marrying off their mom!

My oldest (pictured on the right) is an Aerospace Engineer living in the San Francisco Bay area and has happily worked for the same defense contractor since 2007. She put herself through 4 years at UCLA, graduating with honors, then receiving her master’s degree in Aeronautical Engineering. She lives with her boyfriend and two cats and does not plan to have children.

My youngest (on the left), after a long, stressful educational journey, where she was academically expelled from university, ultimately clawed her way back in and graduated with her bachelor of science degree in Recreation Therapy. One year ago, she sat for the Certified Therapeutic Recreation Specialist exam and passed on her first try.

She chose to move away from her friends to a town on the California Central Coast and now works for a State Hospital as a Recreation Therapist. She shares her first apartment with her dog and a fellow co-worker. She is not dating at the moment, but hopes to have children someday.

We cannot succeed when half of us are held back.Both daughters make more money at their young ages than I ever made at the height of my career.

And I am damn proud.

I want them to live their lives in a world where choices matter and living the strength of their convictions takes no effort.

My oldest daughter was severely affected by the outcome of the US elections. I sat helpless as she sobbed over the phone in her disappointment. Not to be stopped, she recently took part in the women’s march in San Francisco.

But even with all this recent turmoil, I am still a mother.

If you have children, enjoy them at every age. I am blessed to be a mom of these lovely, talented young women. Enjoy this lovely version of the song, Turn Around. Here is a sample of the lyrics:

“Where Are You Going (Turn Around)”

Where are you going, my little one, little one,
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two,
Turn around and you’re four,
Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door.

Notes: by Harry Belafonte, Malvina Reynolds and Alan Greene. Published by Clara Music Publishing Corporation (ASCAP). Administered by Next Decade Entertainment, Inc. All rights reserved.

I am also linking this song to Hugh’s Views & News 51 Weeks: 51 Songs from the Past.

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We Chose You!

I got a set of new adorbable nieces through Adoption
Just Adopted!

If we were having coffee today on this lovely Valentine’s Day, I would ask you to sit down for a few moments while I tell you the true story of how love conquered fear and loneliness and expanded our family. I dusted this post off out of the archives for just this very moment.


Nothing says “love” more than a family who adopts a child, let alone two.

When my brother married his wife 13 years ago, my sister-in-law already had two children of her own from her previous marriage. As both my niece and nephew grew up, and the house emptied, my bro and sis-n-law talked about adoption, since she was unable to bear more children. As they navigated the foster care system, they came upon two sisters who were in foster care and needed a permanent family.

My bro and sis-n-law originally wanted a baby, but when they saw the girls featured on a television news story, they fell in love. After the usual red-tape and legal hassles, the girls became permanent members of the family.

Big deal, right? Another successful adoption. While adoption is the crux of this story, the real story is about the power of love under extraordinary circumstances.

We already knew that my bro and sis-n-law were amazing parents. Sis-n-law’s daughter “KV” was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder at a young age and was medically treated, but not before she ended up in special education in school. After years of care and consistency, and dealing with KV’s bi-polar father and his shenanigans, KV was taken out of special education just before high school. That is a rarity. I saw first-hand what it took for my bro and sis-n-law to meet those challenges with love and amazing patience.

When the little girls were first fostered with my bro and sis-n-law, they required counseling, medical treatment, and a boat-load of patience. The girls had lived incredibly horrible childhoods, the youngest one being too young to remember much. The oldest one recently underwent hip replacement surgery to correct the results of this early childhood neglect and abuse. The rest of our family looked on in awe as bro and sis-n-law dealt with the strain of parenting these little girls.

Mini me; my niece and I share a lot in common.I have loved watching my nieces grow up and enjoy normal, wonderful lives (camping trips to Yosemite, girl scouts, swimming lessons, summer camps). The oldest, AW, is now 12 years old, in middle school and LOVES to read. For someone not related by blood, she is kind of a mini-me (pictured). TW, at nine, is a girlie-girl, full of drama with a big imagination. They are deeply loved by all of us!

Bro and sis-n-law are in the process of fostering another little girl. They hope to eventually adopt her as well.

I have asked myself and others WHY would they want to keep going down this road? Do they not want peace? Bro is over 50 years old and never had children of his own. Bro is a wonderful uncle to my two daughters. Of course he wants children to call his own. And now he has them.

The gift of extraordinary parenting falls on very few people. The gift of love also fell heavily on my bro and sis-n-law and I stand in awe of them daily. If they can keep bestowing love on children who need it, then who am I to question God’s will?

I believe they find peace in knowing that they have literally saved lives, and for that, my heart overflows with love.

adoption is love

Please join fellow bloggers in February’s “Love is in Da Blog, hosted by “Just Fooling Around with Bee.” Share your stories, poems, and photos about love.

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A Disappointed Daughter’s Perspective for Mother’s Day


Back in September, I wrote a post that elicited an emotional response from a variety of readers. For Mother’s Day, I would like the share this again.

Mom and me in San Diego during Thanksgiving 2008.

For my mom; my dream reader

As I delve more into blogging each day, sharing my perspectives, I’m challenged with the notion that I am a disappointed daughter. My mother may never see this, not because she has passed on, but because she lives in a nursing home since 2010, at the young age of 75.

Mom’s health has always been poor; I remember as a kid in the early 1960s, how she had bottles of prescription meds for sleeping, for waking up, and probably “mama’s little helpers” for all I know. She was very much the hypochondriac! At age 40, she contracted lupus, which slowly took her health away.

By 2009, Mom, still living by herself (divorced my dad at age 39), started showing signs of dementia. Because she was on Medi-Cal as a result of the divorce, she was taking so many medications from different doctors that her health was failing on every level. I was disappointed by Mom’s manipulation as well as the doctors for not taking better care of her.

My mother is the daughter of educators, but she married young and lived the typical “housewife and mother” lifestyle, raising three kids (one daughter, two sons); and consequently never finished her college degree. Disappointing…she was one math class away from a B.S.

She took great care of us but she was obsessed with vacuuming and putting on her hair and make-up all day long. She did not like to cook, so my Dad would cook after coming home from working all day. By the time I was 16 and learning to drive, Mom decided she wanted to re-learn how to drive. By the time I started college at 18, she decided to work on her degree. A little friendly competition there, Mom?

My husband and I live 500 miles away from most of our families who still live in San Diego. We get to San Diego two-three times a year. Visiting Mom in the nursing home, or at a family gathering, results in her telling me how happy she is to see me, while telling me 10 times in 5 minutes how pretty my blouse is.

I feel my Mom’s poor health and distance robbed me of a good relationship with her—no fault of anyone’s, really. But…it disappoints me.


Mom did teach me valuable life lessons. The innate educator in her compelled her to teach me how to read at age four, spell such words as “constitution” (I can barely type it!), and made me sound out words phonetically—all good skills! By the way, Mom had an IQ of at least 165 (but acted like the proverbial “absent-minded professor” with little common sense). In high school, Mom insisted I take Latin (!) as my language requirement, and she could still remember hers and could still conjugate verbs (“amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant”)! In college while still living at home for a bit, we would debate philosophy and religion and she would help me write my term papers!

For recreation, Mom always insisted we go somewhere every Saturday or Sunday, whether it was to church, the beach (we lived in San Diego), the zoo, Sea World, or trips to the snow in the Cuyamaca Mountains.

High country of Yosemite National Park

Every summer we camped for two weeks in Sequoia and/or Yosemite National Parks. This instilled a strong leisure ethic in me that exists to this day and has been passed down to my daughters.

Mom also bred and showed collies, which took us all over Southern California, then to the Pacific Northwest while we lived in Oregon for two years. Ever had hairy, panting, drooling dogs sit next to you in the backseat of the car on road trips? Yay. Our collies did well, many reaching championship status. With 10-12 dogs in the backyard (never came in the house, too hairy, and Mom vacuumed enough as it was), my brother and I had the pleasure of not walking the dogs daily, but riding our bikes holding the dogs’ leashes so the dogs could trot next to us! Needless to say, we were all in great shape!

When my first daughter was born, Mom drove up to Northern California every SIX weeks for a week to be with her. She was and is obsessed with babies and toddlers. As the kids grew, Mom spent hours looking for just the right birthday and Christmas gifts, which of course, needed a lengthy explanation. As a grandmother, she played with my daughters, read to them and bought them clothes. Mom taught my oldest daughter to read and play music on a recorder. My daughter went on the play clarinet. Mom was indeed a talented musician, playing the recorder, viola and French horn.Mom-Dad-and-Me

Dear Mom, if you ever read this, please know that I love you despite my own perceived disappointments. Mothers and daughters may have ambivalent relationships, but you instilled the love of leisure and the love of education in me and from these my disappointment turns to everlasting gratitude.

Love, child holding heart

Your daughter