If you haven't seen Style Rookie, the blog of thirteen year-old fashion prodigy, Tavi Williams, then you aren't reading one of the best blogs out there. I've been reading the blog for a while but have never had the nerve to email her. Today, however, I got the courage to let her know how I feel. Here's an excerpt from my email to her:
I'm sure you get thousands of emails like this but since I don't write thousands of emails like this I felt it was worth sending.
I'm 32*, founder of a company (Six Apart -- they make blogging software), mother of a two year-old and, I would think a fairly accomplished person. I've been on the cover of Fortune (along with some other folks), spoken at conferences with Al Gore in attendance and hung out with celebrities.
There's a point for this totally insane bragging, however.
All that being accomplished, I still manage to be completely envious of your style and your approach to life. To be so young (that's not an insult) and be so creative, unique and articulate is such an amazing feat! I've shared your blog with countless friends in my life -- mostly 40 year-old adults and we're so moved by how incredibly funny and talented you are. I remember being a pre-teen and teen and being creative but not able to express myself. I was a dork at school and had my days when I'd come home and cry because everyone was mean and they made me feel stupid/ugly/unpopular or whatever. Today, I wouldn't change a thing since it has made me who I am. I only wish I could have been even dorkier since that was truer to my personality.
To get an idea of my dorkiness, here's a comic I created in 2001:
I'm raising my daughter, Penelope, and I am constantly wondering how do we (my husband Ben and I) raise a daughter like you. I don't care if she hates math and doesn't do well in school or whatever as long as she has a passion. That's not saying I think you do poorly in school -- it's just the traditional measure of success for a kid. I just want her to be passionate about something and put all her love into it...
I wrote a bit more to her, but nothing exciting enough to excerpt. I think her parents need to be interviewed and share the secret to Tavi's wonderful precociousness.
* I actually had to do the math to figure out if I was 33 or 32. It's crazy how ages just start blurring once you hit 30. This wasn't part of my email to Tavi -- just a random sidenote.