Kelly Bargabos

As a young girl growing up in the Seventies, I found many people on television whose lives I coveted. I dreamt of living in a genie bottle with the ability to cross my arms, nod my head and blink, and then, bam, I’d be transported to Paris, or I’d redecorate my bedroom with a frilly pink bedspread and matching pillow shams, or fill my closet with Jordache jeans and Nike sneakers, the white ones wi Read more of this blog post »