The Calvin Klein spring 2011 collection is modeled during Fashion Week in New York, Thursday, Sept. 16, 2010. (AP Photo/Seth Wenig)
Love at first sight, some say it happens only once, some say it can happen multiple times and others think it is a whole load of you-know-what.
Well in my life I believe I have had a number of love at first sight moments.
My first was when I was only 11-years-old. Going for the dark, skinny type, I knew it was meant to be and I wished on every star from that moment on that those size 26, black, boot cut Guess jeans would be mine.
Of course my mom and dad thought it was outrageous that I wanted a pair of jeans that cost more than my entire wardrobe, but I knew it was love and I would just die if I couldn’t have them.
Well I didn’t die and although it took two years for me and my first bout with fashion love to finally come together, I can honestly say - it was well worth the wait.
From that moment on I was hooked. Calvin, Levi and Jacob had become the three main men in my life and I was loving my perfectly unhealthy love affair with fashion.
Who said it’s wrong to work your butt off so you can buy the latest, hottest pair of pleather pants before anyone else in your school.
The fact that those pants were as tight as my skin, didn’t breath, and had to be pealed off by my sister every time I wore them, didn’t bother me at all –they were cool.
Comfort vs. fashion – not even a question – fashion always won.
OK, now notice the past tense in that last statement.
Just as fashion evolves and changes with time, so dose the person wearing it. I broke up with Calvin just before high school, I haven’t seen Jacob in at least 10 years and although Levi and I meet on the weekends here and there - even those brief encounters are becoming far and few between.
In 2010 I traded in my skinny jeans, high heels and ridiculously expensive taste, for yoga pants, T-shits and the sale rack.
In 2010 I became a mom and my first love became a distant memory and my second major love affair began, bringing us to the current loves of my life – my babies.
Becoming a first time mom was nothing less than overwhelming. The late nights, early mornings, long afternoons, poopy diapers, puke, lack of sleep and once a week showers, really take a lot out of a person. Needless to say, what you are wearing is no longer a priority.
Keeping that baby alive is.
However, as I began to get more comfortable with my new role, I also began to get creative and found a way to combine my first love with my second – and a baby fashionista was born.
Calvin, Levi, Jacob and so many old favourites had come back into my life and I couldn’t have been more pleased.
My daughter look fantastic, I was having fun playing dress-up and love was in the air.
Fast forward a year. I found out I was having a beautiful baby boy. Of course I was excited but at the same time a bit disappointed in the fact that I wouldn’t be able to introduce my son to all the other men in my life.
We all know little boys are not nearly as fun to dress as little girls – right?
Who knew all the designers I have loved, my daughter had learned to love and my husband had learned to live with, would also be the perfect fit for my son.
Boys are just as fun as girls to dress and this realization had me sitting on cloud nine.
Now, back to me. I was still living in my yoga pants while my kids were living on the runway –I wanted to be on the runway too.
So when I started back to work recently, I made a promise to myself to re-connect with fashion and wear something I hadn’t worn since before my babies were born everyday.
I love it. I wake up each morning and I ask myself, what do I want to wear today? Not only am I taking back my appearance, but I feel great and when I go out with my family I don’t look tired and like I just rolled out of bed, I look as good as I feel.
So for those who doubt true love, all I can say to you is it does exist. It can happen many times over and come in many different forms.
For me it was fashion and then my babies, and possibly Brad Pitt.
I know many of you are probably wondering why I have not included my husband in this story about love and there are two reasons for this, one because our love story spans over 11-years and second, well that’s for a different day.