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June 04, 2013
When I read this article in JCrew’s Winter 2013 catalogue it made me smile. I’ve been into my initials and monogram since I was oh, about 5 or 6. Why? Because with a name like KALYN, one that is often mis-pronounced and always mis-spelled, I never saw my name on key chains, license plates or notepads at places like Disneyland. I resolved to change my name to Karen when “I grew up.” Concerned for my well-being, or maybe just tired of my bellyaching, my mom started having things monogrammed for me. I had this amazing denim messenger-like book bag with red straps and my initials (trust me it was hot, it came from Saks!), sweaters with KJJ (I’m KJC now, but back in the day I was KJJ), my figure skating jacket had my initials on it in white curly script . . . To this day, I think part of my obsession with personalized stationery may have to do with the fact that either my name, which I’ve grown to love, or my monogram can be positioned front and center.
Juliet said, “[a] rose by any other name would smell as sweet” and while Shakespeare was on to something there, I kind of like Glen O’Brien’s (The Style Guy for GQ and all around art, music and fashion writer) take on things, “[a] monogram is your name boiled down to it’s essence, executed with graphic artistry.” Yes, I guess he’s right, it’s all about my ego! Clearly, my mother fell into his camp of belief – “with kids you can never start too early.” My ego was sated and it made it easier to find my items amongst the many in the lost-and-found.
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