Photography by Maggie Allain
Story by Anna Kalmbach
Sister.
The word functions as both an adjective and a noun. As an adjective, “sister” describes two
closely related things, such as sister chromatids, or in polygamy, sister
wives. As a noun, a sister is a
female who shares at least one parent with another. A sister is a nun.
I could simply type “sister = Meghan,” then snuggle into my
couch, flip to Bravo and absentmindedly dunk Stacy’s Pita Chips into a bowl of hummus
for an hour. Or three. But actually explaining my interpretation of
“sister” is much more enjoyable.
My sophomore year at Louisiana State University will mark
the fourteenth year that I’ve gone to school with Meghan. We were great childhood friends and have found
ourselves as mass communication majors in college. Her concentration is broadcast journalism,
and mine is advertising. Our similar
career paths and mutual hatred of the human race have made us especially
tight in recent years, on top of our life-long, common interests of fashion,
beauty, travel, entertainment, etc.
Meghan is my sister.
Not because we share childhood memories or interests, but because each sincerely
hopes that the other will reach her still existent, 8-year-old desires of personal
and professional success.
“Two Not Sisters” is the first step in achieving that
success. The above “Ode to Meghan” is
one of the only ounces of sap toward a human that will ever come from this
blog. Luckily. Although our sisterhood is an important
aspect of my life, so is Free People. And
Shopbop. And my pair of Jeffrey Campbell Moochie platforms, which are pictured above.
I just really love clothes.
I really love food. I really love
traveling. That will immediately become
apparent, and I hope my incessant rambling will be slightly interesting to someone.
Now for what's important: I'm wearing a Free People crop top and an Urban Outfitters lace skirt. Meghan is wearing an Urban Outfitters top and skirt and Jeffrey Campbell Adelaide wedges.
