A story about the time I fell in love with an undergarment.

October 19, 2010

A story about the time I fell in love with an undergarment.

This is going to sound completely obnoxious, but before having a baby I didn’t really get the whole Spanx thing. What was the big deal with high waisted biker shorts?

Thinking about that now, I just want to whap that girl upside her skinny little head. After Everly, I quickly learned that Spanx are actually a glorious, fantastically wonderful gift to womankind. There should be a Spanx holiday. With a parade. and cupcakes.

I am now a Spanxer for life. Baby weight or not, they’re miracle workers and will forever remain part of my wardrobe. When Everly was a few months old, we had a photoshoot with an awesome photography from L.A. named Quoc Ngo.

For this shoot, I of course, utilized my trusty new friend Spanxy’s (We’ve grown so close, I gave them a nickname) but then Quoc had us out jumping and goofing off in the street in front of our home. Between my flouncy top and my low waist jeans … My spanx were showing up all over our photos. Me and Spanxy, we’re close - but not that close.

Perhaps this makes me a fickle friend, but Spanx are only awesome when they go undetected. Flashing them is never cool and the “sorry, I, you know, just had a baby” excuse only works so many times.

Thanks to a talented photographer (and probably some careful editing) my Spanxy’s are virtually undetectable in the whole set… but they are the reason I was able to squeeze in those pre-baby black jeans.

and so this random little post is an ode to my little spandex miracle workers. No matter how many babies I have or pants sizes I fluctuate between, just know you’ll always have a place in my closet.

Love,