Warner Howell

When I was a little girl, we would eat dinner at my grandparents’ house every Sunday. After dinner, I would creep into my grandmother’s bedroom and into her closet and pillage the shit out of it.

Her name was Scottie Marie Howell Warner. We called her Momma Scottie. I loved the clothes and bags and shoes my Momma Scottie collected. She had a simple but elegant style. Sophisticated but interesting. The clothes weren’t busy, but people would notice. People would notice. Her style was unique but classy.

When I was a teenager my grandmother took it up a notch on her clothing game when she began working at a local boutique in our town’s little square. Through layaway, her store discount, and her paycheck, she would buy me key pieces that I could use for pictures and events while I was in high school.

My love of fashion stems from her and her sacrifice to also help me look my best. Together we are Warner Howell.