THE lady loves leopard print, of that there is no lie.
It has wrapped itself around many poignant occasions and milestones – none bigger than the birth of my son.
Three years ago to the day, delirious from adrenalin and labour, I posed for a picture on a birthing ball wrapped in my signature fabric.
The cotton maxi dress had stretched with me in the later stages of pregnancy and it was the comfiest thing I’ve ever worn. Paired under a silky kimono in the same print the combo was just the right shade of crazy for my liking.
But more than the physical comfort – let’s face it, at that stage the concept is lost on you – it was about what it did for me mentally.
I felt strong and comforted. It was my armour as I went to war. When I returned from the battlefield I had a bundle of joy swaddled in leopard print.
The significance of that baby blanket was lost on me at the time but clearly there were some conquering undertones going on.
Clothing has the capacity to act like a visual soundtrack to your life.
Your wardrobe is a conductor to how you are feeling. It’s why we hoard items long after they’ve served their purposes.
Gabe’s blanket and my leopard print war garbs are still with us as we toast the toddler turning three.
Maxi dresses are experiencing the cold shoulder this summer as long skirts replace them in this fickle world we call fashion. Team them with flat shoes and T-shirt and you too will forget the maxi ever existed.