Biography

Growing up, my mother was the bread-winner, and my father worked part-time to stay home with me. I can recall countless evenings when my mother would return from a tireless day of work, take one look at me and say, "You let her go out dressed like that?!"

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To this day, my father asserts that it is only because of him allowing me to dress myself independently at such a young age with no parental input that I have a highly developed sense of style and deep appreciation for fashion. My mother on the other hand would argue that my love of runway and ready-wear is genetic, as my Sicilian grandmother was a seamstress for Bergdorf Goodman. ​

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Even though I have always adored fashion and appreciated the textile arts, my focus has always been and will always be academics. I remember getting a list of school supplies for the upcoming year, and I was so excited to get started. In case you’re wondering, yes, I was that girl from whom you would ask to borrow a pencil because I was always stocked. My teachers would praise me for my impressive organization and time management skills. I had no idea, but apparently, I was ahead of the pack.

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Perhaps it was luck that I would attend one of the few high schools that offered Italian as a foreign language and would later participate in exchange programs with students from Italy. However, I know my acceptance to college was not by any stroke of luck, rather, a reward for years of hard work and planning.

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Shortly before graduating from college, I was hired as a sales associate at White House / Black Market. As it turns out, I'm really good at styling and selling......like, really good. I was promoted to manager, moved to Connecticut, and decided to put off getting my teacher's license, because let’s face it, I needed a break.

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I can clearly recall the moment my boss realized I should be in charge of floor-sets (where you completely rearrange the store to showcase new product). It was the end of my shift, and I was helping one last customer. I pulled a pair of shoes for her to try on with her new outfit, but the disorganization of the shoe section in the back put me over the edge. I stayed an extra hour that night (on my own time, you know, because companies hate overtime) organizing the shoes and labeling shelves. She looked at me like I had six heads. 

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14 months in retail was plenty, so I applied and was accepted to New York University where I earned my Masters of Education and Teaching ESL and Foreign Language (Italian). 

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After seven years, three districts, and a mountain of memories, it was time to close that chapter of my life and begin anew. Like I would always tell my students, sometimes picking up a new book is hard, but just think of the story that's waiting there for you. 

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I became self-employed as a full-time reseller at the end of May 2021. Never in my life did I imagine I would be self-employed. Quite frankly, I didn’t think I was cut out for it. Boy was I wrong.

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Success found me quickly in my new career, and my social media status began to grow. The reseller community welcomed me with open arms and loved learning what I had to offer. But as with passing time, I changed, the community changed, and Instagram changed.

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One night when chatting with my PFF (Posh Friend Forever), it dawned on me. “I can help people with their Death Piles,” I said.

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“Yes! You should be the Death Pile Diva!” she responded.

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And that was that. We both knew that this is what I had been searching for, and in some ways, this was searching for me, too. I know this is what I was meant to do; this is literally what I was built for.

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