“No really, you should head out there…like tonight! I mean, look at this scarf!” my dear friend said, her knees bouncing in perfect rhythm as she balanced between building her quads and managing her Prosecco, her beautiful son’s eyes gently settling for his third snooze.
And so I did make my way down to 119th and Roe, passing by Trader Joe’s and dreaming of the chocolate covered potato chips, marveling at the open air happy hour at La Bodega and trying my best to bustle past Charming Charlie. The sign, small and red, but perfectly branded read: “Hot Mama
.” So was it maternity? For Moms who had been around the block? Or perhaps the younger female still on the dating scene? Because none of these were me…
Instead, it was a place filled with a palette of bold, beautiful colors, perfectly strewn against one another among clean, polished wood floors, the air smelling somewhere between a spa and a delicious candle store. In the middle stood a small set of toys and animal crackers, behind it gorgeous displays of well-priced costume jewels. Perfect platform sandals perched among unique handbags, while pause points contained layers of comfortable, stylish clothes that really hit the “I don’t know if it was because I became a Mom or 30, but I needed a new style” feel.
Suddenly, a warm, friendly voice greeted me, complimenting my dress and asking with genuine sincerity on what my mission was. To which I shared:
“Our first family pictures are Saturday. Help!”
For more than an hour it was a mix between a happy hour, therapy session and personal stylist session as we shared stories of our children, discussed the growing thickness of my tummy and thighs and the ying and yang of life and how they don’t at all work on commission – their only goal was to serve. I found myself talking with her as if I’d known her for years, even exposing her to my wobbly bits we’d been discussing just minutes before in an effort to find just the right thing. And indeed we did:
Innocent, yet with some personality. Says I’m a Mom of the most amazing 2.5 year old but I still have some “me” left in here. But hand over the comfort because this Momma is on the move.
I love it. Simply love it. Not to mention the list of five items I created a wish list for the hubs to just wander in sometime before May 15…
I don’t even think they had such a concept as a wish list, but THAT’S how cool this chic was. And this store – I die!
And my first brush with Hudson and Joe's jeans...ah!
Nordstrom (gasp!) and LOFT, watch out. Hot Mama
is about to give you a run for your money.
Er, my money.
Stop by today and be blown away. Gah knows this mama was hot for Hot Mama!