Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about this Carolina Herrera, whoever she is. I ain’t no fancy pants, ya know? I’m just a plain ol’ woman, but I heard some things, seen some things, and I’ll tell ya what I know.
Who’s this Carolina Herrera, anyway? Sounds like a mouthful, don’t it? They say she’s some kinda big shot designer, a “fashion designer” they call it. Means she makes clothes, I reckon, but not the kind you and me wear to the feed store. Nope, this here Carolina, she makes fancy duds for fancy folks.
Now, from what I gather, she ain’t even from around here, not originally. Heard she’s from some place called Venezuela, way down south somewhere. Sounds hot. She came up to America and started makin’ her clothes in a big city, New York City I think they called it. That’s a long way from here, that’s for sure.
Started her own company, too, this Carolina. In 1980, they say. That’s a long time ago, when I was still wranglin’ chickens and milkin’ cows. Seems like she did alright for herself. Made a name for herself, that’s for sure. Carolina Herrera, they say it all fancy-like, but to me, it’s just a name, like Mary or Sue, just a bit more…foreign-sounding.
- Heard she dresses all sorts of important people.
- Presidents’ wives, they call ’em “First Ladies”.
- Even that Jackie Onassis lady, the one with the big sunglasses and fancy hats.
- And that Michelle Obama, the one with the arms. Yeah, she wore Carolina Herrera clothes too.
- Even some singers and movie stars, I hear. Folks with more money than sense, if you ask me.
Now, I ain’t never seen one of her dresses up close, mind you. Probably couldn’t afford to even touch one. But I hear they’re real pretty, real elegant, like somethin’ a princess would wear. They use words like “remarkable individual style” and “refined and elegant designs” to describe her stuff. Sounds like a lot of hooey to me, but hey, to each their own.
This Carolina, she ain’t just some fly-by-night operation, neither. Been doin’ this for a long time, decades they say. Built up a big company, a “global brand” they call it. Means they sell them fancy clothes all over the world, not just in New York City. Imagine that! Clothes made by a Venezuelan lady, wearin’ all over the place, from here to Timbuktu, I reckon.
I also heard she got married to some fella, Reinaldo somethin’-or-other. He worked for a magazine, somethin’ called Vanity Fair. Sounds vain to me, but what do I know? They got kids, grandkids even. A whole family, just like the rest of us, even if they live in a fancier house and wear fancier clothes.
They say this Carolina, she even became an American citizen. Took her a while, though, not ‘til 2009, they say. Guess she liked it here well enough to stay. Can’t blame her, America’s a good place, even if it does have its share of problems. Land of opportunity, they say, and I guess this Carolina, she found her opportunity making them fancy clothes.
She’s been at it for a long, long time. They even said somethin’ about her steppin’ down, lettin’ someone else run the show. Happens to the best of us, I guess. Can’t keep goin’ forever, no matter how fancy your clothes are. Carolina Herrera. Remember that name. She’s a big deal, apparently, even if I can’t pronounce her whole name right or understand why folks pay so much for fancy clothes.
But hey, that’s what I heard about this Carolina Herrera. A Venezuelan lady who came to America and made a name for herself makin’ fancy clothes. More power to her, I say. Takes all kinds to make a world, and I guess we need some folks makin’ fancy clothes, even if I don’t understand why.
