Madres e Hijas: el estilo que se hereda sin darte cuenta
Today, on Mother's Day, and as you might expect, we pay tribute here on the blog to all of them, to all the Moms. Because of their presence, their way of caring and teaching without words, because of that love that often goes unspoken but is felt in every gesture, we have no choice but to honor them. Because there's nothing cooler than you, Mom.
Aunque esta entrada quiero hacerla extensiva a todas ELLAS, especialmente hoy, quiero hablar de la mía.
Although I want to extend this post to all of THEM, especially today, I want to talk about mine.
Porque las madres tienen algo que no se puede explicar del todo. Son refugio, son fuerza, son calma incluso cuando todo alrededor se tambalea. Están en los detalles pequeños, en lo cotidiano, en lo que parece invisible pero lo sostiene todo. Y con el tiempo te das cuenta de que muchas de las cosas que eres… vienen de ahí, de tu madre y tu padre.
Because mothers have something that can't be fully explained. They are a refuge, they are strength, they are calm even when everything around them is crumbling. They are in the small details, in the everyday, in what seems invisible but holds everything together. And over time you realize that many of the things you are... come from there, from your mother and your father.
Hay estilos que no se compran, se viven. Crecemos observando sin prestar demasiada atención: cómo se coloca un abrigo antes de salir, cómo se eligen unos zapatos sin dudar, cómo una mujer se mira al espejo sin buscar aprobación. Y un día, casi sin darte cuenta, entiendes que tu forma de vestir también tiene una historia. Y muchas veces empieza en ella… y a ella le empezó en tu abuela, un referente vital para mí, que aunque ya no esté, la sigo teniendo presente cada día.
There are styles that aren't bought, they're lived. We grow up observing without paying too much attention: how a coat is put on before going out, how shoes are chosen without hesitation, how a woman looks in the mirror without seeking approval. And one day, almost without realizing it, you understand that your way of dressing also has a story. And often it begins with her… and for her it began with your grandmother, a vital role model for me, who, although she's no longer with us, I still think of every day.
Pero más allá del estilo, está todo lo demás. Su forma de cuidar sin invadir, de estar sin hacerse notar, de sostener sin pedir nada a cambio. Esa manera de hacer fácil lo difícil. De estar siempre. De ser soporte 24/7. Es de las que convierten lo sencillo en especial. Un buen abrigo, un pantalón bien elegido, un conjunto que no necesita más porque ya lo dice todo.
My mother has incredible style. But it's not a style she tries to force, or that's driven by trends. It's something natural, effortless. She's one of those people who always look good without having to think too much, who knows how to choose and get it right. She has an elegance that doesn't depend on age, fashion, or what's in style that year. It's hers. As they say in the South: "she has the figure," and she has it. It's innate.
But beyond style, there's everything else. Her way of caring without being intrusive, of being present without drawing attention to herself, of supporting without asking for anything in return. That way of making the difficult seem easy. Of always being there. Of being a 24/7 support system. She's one of those people who can make the simple special. A good coat, a well-chosen pair of trousers, an outfit that needs nothing more because it already says it all.
Y durante mucho tiempo pensé que mi estilo era completamente mío… hasta que empiezas a darte cuenta de dónde viene. Porque hay cosas que se heredan sin hacer ruido. No vestimos igual. Ni falta que hace. Aunque la mayoría de las veces intercambiamos. Ella lo lleva a su terreno y yo lo llevo al mio, con mi forma de ser, con mi momento. Pero la base… la base es la suya. Esa forma de entender que la elegancia no es llamar la atención, sino permanecer.
Esta foto lo resume todo. Dos generaciones, dos estilos distintos, la misma esencia.
And for a long time, I thought my style was entirely my own… until you start to realize where it comes from. Because some things are inherited quietly. We don't dress the same. Nor do we need to. Although most of the time we exchange styles. She adapts it to her own style, and I adapt it to mine, to my personality, to my current moment. But the foundation… the foundation is hers. That understanding that elegance isn't about attracting attention, but about enduring.
This photo sums it all up. Two generations, two distinct styles, the essence.
Mi Madre.
And then you understand. It's not about copying. It's about recognizing. About knowing that many of the things that define you today began long before you were even aware of them. Because style isn't just about clothes. It's about attitude, confidence, how you carry yourself in the world. And if I have a way of dressing that represents me today… it's because someone before me taught me, without words, how to do it.
My Mother.
Hoy, más que nunca, solo puedo sentir gratitud y un amor inconmensurable.
Y es que no solo tienes estilo… tienes algo muchísimo más grande: eres una madre increíble. De las que dejan huella, y no solo en tus tres hijos. De las que marcan, de las que construyen.
Today, more than ever, I can only feel gratitude and immeasurable love.
Bonnie Penny Presumida… no es solo un nombre. Es una forma de ser, de brillar, de vivir y hoy revelamos el secreto de su origen… eres tú, mamá (aunque tú ya lo sabías, ¿eh Bo?).
Y yo no puedo sentirme más orgullosa de ser parte de ti y de papá. Gracias por tanto, siempre ♥️♥️
Con todo mi amor, a María, a Emilio y a “La Kiki” ♥️♥️♥️
Today, more than ever, I can only feel gratitude and immeasurable love.
Because you don't just have style… you have something so much greater: you're an incredible mother. One of those who leave a mark, and not just on your three children. One of those who shape, who build.
Bonnie Penny Presumida… it's not just a name. It's a way of being, of shining, of living and today we reveal the secret of its origin… it's you, Mom (although you already knew, right, Bo?).
And I couldn't be prouder to be a part of you and Dad. Thank you for everything, always ♥️♥️
With all my love, to María, Emilio, and “La Kiki” ♥️♥️♥️
Muchas Felicidades a todas las Madres, a las que luchan, las que me rodean y me regalan cada momento, pero sobre todo, Muchas Felicidades a la Mia , a mi Madre ❤️
Happy Mother's Day to all mothers, to those who fight, to those who surround me and give me every moment, but above all, Happy Mother's Day to mine, my mother ❤️






















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