To know us is to love us. So, meet Kate, the founder of Tall Chicks Rule. She dies a little inside each time a tall chick says she won't wear heels.
Q: So, what prompted you to start TallChicksRule.com?
KATE: Let’s face it, the trendy tall clothing options out there are pretty sparse. There’s this assumption that if you’re tall, you wear "mom" jeans and Janet Reno is your fashion idol. So, I started asking manufacturers to custom-create trendy tall clothing. And, I asked real tall chicks to be our models.
Q: Have you always been tall?
KATE: Yes. I was born nearly two-feet tall and weighing almost 12 pounds. The only time I've been in a petite section is when I've taken a wrong turn.
Q: What’s your personal style?
KATE: Monochromatic. I mean, can you really own too much black? My signature style is wearing all black with a bold colored handbag, matching shoes and my hot pink Lancome lipstick.
Q: So, who's Betty?
KATE: She's the brains behind this operation. She's also my mom. If you've ordered from us, called with a question or eaten her cookies at our trunk shows, chances are, you've talked with Betty.
Q: What piece of clothing can’t you live without?
KATE: I heart shoes. Especially the kind you can’t wear with everything. Wearing a size 14, though, you can’t always find a cute pair. Everything is brown or black with a big square toe. Come on, I’m a tall woman, not a nun.
Q: Biggest tall pet peeve?
KATE: I have two: First, when fabulous tall women slouch. Are you kidding me? Head up. Shoulders back. Embrace it, baby. Second, when strangers comment on how “big” I am. Rule No. 1: Never call a diva “big” unless it’s followed by “spender,” “wig” or “wheel.”
Q: Why should ladies shop at TallChicksRule.com?
KATE: Because tall chicks should be able to participate in fashion trends, too. Growing up, I missed out on a lot because trendy styles weren’t long enough. Hammer pants were the closest I came to being en vogue. (Yes, as in the esteemed ‘80s rap sensation, MC Hammer.) Once I put them on, I never took them off – not even for my Catholic confirmation. There I was, Hammer-timing it all the way down the aisle of Holy Cross Church…sigh. Anyway, the point is, I’ve always been a fashion spectator. Never a participant. Until now.