I gave birth to Z in March of 2004. He was everything that I had ever wanted, and I was complete - or was I? With the entrance of this new little life, I realized that slowly but surely, pieces of myself were slipping away (more like breaking off in almost undetectable, tiny shards) I began to notice things. Things like in addition to a newborn, it seemed the second thing to come along was an utter disregard for personal hygiene. A daily shower was now a HUGE feat topped off by a feeling of accomplishment. What…? It seemed that the things I once took for granted were now becoming luxuries. Things like fashion.
This came to my attention on a particularly low day when I realized that it had become almost second nature to wipe my hands on my clothing. I began to take a mental inventory of how many ‘cool’ cards I was left holding - not many. In fact, I would shortly be forty, I drove a Volvo, I listened to KCRW (touted as “music for aging hipsters”) and apparently now I wipe my hands on my shirt.
Before I became a mother, I had the job of my dreams. I was a fashion stylist. In short, I dressed people for commercials and CD covers. If you ask my father I’m sure he’ll still tell you that ‘She goes shopping for a living.’ People used to hire me and pay me good money, because they valued my eye and fashion sense. I was the go to girl for what was in, what looked good and what did not. (The most recent questions regarding what I thought, now centered around how best to coerce Z into burping and pooping)
When Z was 23 months old (that’s parent speak for ‘two’) I had an accident - a serious one. I was also just eight weeks pregnant with Z’s surprise, soon-to-be, younger sibling. I fell while walking, dropped Z on his head (he’s fine, thank God) and subsequently managed to shatter my left tibia and fibula vertically. I thought it was just one of those scenarios where I’d get a cute pink cast and spend a few weeks ’sipping Grand Marnier in the lodge.’ Instead I found myself in the midst of a surgery - awake - while a machine called a ‘reamer’ (aptly named) shoved a rod into my leg. Little did I know, I was embarking upon a two year ride that would profoundly change me and my family in ways that I could not begin to imagine.
One of which is why I’m here now. A year and a half in bed buys you some computer time, amongst other things. Since I was physically unable to shop for my boys (Z was joined through some act of God by his baby brother R) in the stores, I did it all online. One day prior to my accident, I had Googled ‘cool, hip, baby, clothes’ and up it came - UrbanBaby.com*. For those of you unfamiliar with ‘UB’ let’s just say it’s a fast moving and often hardcore parenting board that isn’t for the faint of heart. The threads run the gamut from ‘My husband is cheating on me,’ to ‘What is the best dress for a daytime wedding in June?’
I began to answer more frequently the threads on fashion. SO many questions on topics that I realized women really needed help with. Hose or no hose? What is the best cut dress for a pear shaped body? Where can I shop for fashionable clothes that won’t cost a fortune? What are the hottest jeans? I had the answers - most of the time. I realized that I had found a venue with which I could put my knowledge to use - all without having to leave the comfort (or in this case discomfort) of my bed. Here were a group of women not unlike myself, who since becoming mothers didn’t have the time, money or resources for fashion.
Z and R are a bit older now and I’m finding that I really enjoy helping my friends with their fashion dilemmas. I still pore over my enormous stack of monthly magazines so as to keep up with what’s currently happening in my former world. What I do possess is a keen eye, and a love for bargain shopping that doesn’t appear to be bargain shopping. I will be honest about what looks good and what does not. I know what to accent and what to camouflage. In short, I have found that I am in fact still a stylist, just for another demographic; one of which I have now become a part.
I hope that the knowledge that I am here to share is helpful, as I so truly enjoy doing it. I look forward to regaling you with topics such as ‘Life after maternity clothes’ and ‘alternatives to sweats at the park.’ I hope you’ll all join me in my quest to stamp out ‘Mom jeans’ once and for all, because I think we’ve all got a couple of ‘cool cards’ left…
LASM
*Since their ‘Format Upgrade’ (read: corporate sellout) I have made the switch from Urban Baby to YouBeMom.com, which feels much more like the UB of yore.
HELP! (Ask LASM…) May 3, 2008
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Please post your questions here and I’ll reply in a timely and fashionable manner. Thanks…LASM