The jumpsuit: my favorite outfit. Denim: the only other color I wear besides black. I wear this outfit so much people have actually bet money on if I will show up in it or not. PS: Always bet yes.
About two years ago, I was visiting NYC, one of my favorite cities, and a place I called home for a short stint. It was the holiday and although all of the decor and festive music helped ignite my spirit, I was craving warm weather. Every shop I walked in had sweaters and scarves and I just wasn't feeling it. I wanted to be back in the Cali sun reliving the 70's that I wasn't alive for and never experienced.
Then it happened. I walked into a shop in Rockefeller Center and there it was. My jumpsuit. It reminded me of my Mother, my first style icon. This woman defined natural beauty with an edge. She could dress up in a jumpsuit and platform heels, hippy hair down to her waist, lighting up any room she entered and on a different day ride her own motorcycle across the country getting free. ALWAYS pushing boundaries, never worried about conforming to social norms... and she passed that mentality on to me.
When I realized my friends at Mother Denim were the creators of the jumpsuit, I was not surprised and it seemed serendipitous since, after all, it reminded me of my own Mother. I immediately purchased it, fell in love and basically never stopped wearing it...until one day...
... it was stolen. The jumpsuit I pretty much wore as a uniform was STOLEN. This past summer, the crew and I were filming part of The Journey Home documentary series in San Francisco California and our car was broken into. Windows smashed, all bags taken. This included thousands of dollars worth of camera equipment as well as wardrobe including two beloved Harley Davidson vintage tees that I will never see again, passed down from my parents. And the jumpsuit. It was gone. Forever.
Rachel, my right hand and LK marketing maven scoured the internet for a replacement, but years had passed since I first purchased it that day in NYC. I had to let go and make my peace with the loss. An opportunity The Universe repeatedly throws my way.
Just as I let go... a box showed up at my door. I looked at the return address that read "Mother Denim" and just stared for a minute with the thought deep in the back of my mind that someone had recovered my jumpsuit and sent it to Mother Denim, then they sent it to me. 100% logical. I tore the box open and there it was. A brand new jumpsuit in my size. Was I actually seeing this? Was this for real? I had mentioned the theft to my friends at Mother Denim (and the entire world) immediately following the event. So, THEY MADE ME A NEW ONE. Yes, they made me a new jumpsuit and sent it to my door. Unbelievably kind.
So the jumpsuit you all know and adore, it's back... and if you want to know why I have made it my uniform, it's simple: It reminds me of my Mother and all the boldness she passed down to me. This outfit means L O V E.