dElia*s World

The 1990s dElia*s catalogs were like a window into my heart and soul.

I hate the term “late bloomer,” but I’ve always been one; late to develop physically, late to love Nirvana, late to having kids. So it makes sense that I was in my early twenties before I first laid eyes upon a dElia*s catalog. The moment itself was simple — finding it in a heap of junk mail in my ratty entry hall in…