Yes, leopard has been declared not just a neutral but also the “it” pattern by fashion authorities Bazaar, Refinery 29 and Who What Wear. But I already knew that, because I’ve been living on the wild side since, well, forever. And while I love me some chic cheetah or sophisticated snake, I have to admit leopard is my tried and true go-to because…it goes with everything! Black, white, red, stripes, florals…as you can see from this previous post and also this one.The “star” of this post is definitely the Naomi – Wild Things silk slip skirt by LA-based label Realisation Par. As the piece social media was instantly going wild for, it was hard to miss. Not to mention waitlist only. Still, I knew I had to have it. And it’s been on repeat since it arrived, garnering over 300 likes from my Insta post @ the David Bowie/BMA show. For this shoot, I styled it casually for day and ladylike for night. And you can bet I’ve got countless more outfits planned.
When I became pregnant for the first time, the first person (aside from my husband Chris!) I shared the news with was my Mother. Having made it through the teen and college years, we were solidly BFFs. I so looked forward to all the years we would share as Mommy and Nana. But that was not to be. Shortly after my first son Pierre was born, my Mother was given a diagnosis of stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I’ll never know if it was life going and life growing, but I became pregnant with my second son Spencer while Mom was in remission. His birth and her decline were inevitably intertwined. I was 7 months pregnant with Chanler, my third and last son, when she died. She had suffered so much, for so many months, that we knew she was going to a better place. Still, the huge gaping hole of being Mother-less as a new Mom loomed before me. I mentally and physically struggled to read the 23rd Psalm at her her Memorial Service. And to picture my life, and my children’s lives, without her. I was so used to talking to her every day. Really. But now I had lost my best friend. Not a day, a week, a month, a year goes by without me wishing she could have seen (and supported and hopefully approved of) me as a Mom. And more importantly truly known and enjoyed my three amazing sons. Every year I so wish I could wish her “Happy Mother’s Day” just one more time.