Barbara and Neal. Central Park, May 2013.
Fashion Notes: Bag: Louis Vuitton, Sunglasses: Ray Ban in Green. Cashmere Cardigan: Neiman Marcus, Jeans: Citizens of Humanity, T-shirt: The West is Dead
I find Mother’s Day and all these other “made up” holidays quite contrived. I still will take this opportunity to thank my own mother.
I got lucky, that’s for sure. My mom to this day is still the first person I call when things are great and when things are shitty.
My mom taught me so much. And from a fashion perspective, she always and still has great style. Her classic, tailored and chic fashion sense i’ve always admired, but could never pull off. Throughout my life, she gave me a huge amount of recognition for my unique and creative fashion ensembles. I recognize how her positivity caused my creativity to flourish.
If it wasn’t for my mom, my boys would be pretty uncultured – she takes them to Broadway shows, Museums (like the Hip-Hop exhibit), baseball games, parks and so much more. She teaches them which fork to use, and how to be silly and spontaneous.
Speaking of manners, my mother’s are impeccable, as well as her grammatical skills (In fact, she will be horrified at my misuse of the English language in this post.). Although I curse like a sailor and am not always on my best behavior, I do really, really know how to “act”. My mother instilled (I am being kind with that word) a knowledge of etiquette in her children and surprisingly I do know how to come off seemingly “classy” (I have them all fooled!!).
My mom sometimes tells me these stories, just random notes about her day, and I think to myself, “wow. This lady is wacky!”. Like when she somehow got her foot stuck on the gas pedal while she was pumping gas and dragged her toe against the concrete to avoid an explosion. Or when she called me from a ski trip unable to talk due to her uncontrollable laughter, because somehow she was dangling from a ski lift and missed the opportunity to actually sit. Or how she nearly got arrested for “gently squeezing” a cop’s arm, after she desperately tried to “convince” the officer that her crashing into a large truck was due to the trucks parking job, rather than her driving skills.
My mom always has incredible experiences (sometimes shocking and horrifying) and I realize why. My mom lives life, really lives life. She take risks and meets new people. She’s never let ANYTHING stop her from growing, experiencing and thriving. My mother is off beat, fun and interesting. You truly learn by example, and I appreciate so much that I have such an example. Happy Mama’s Day.