My first love...

As a mother and wife, I feel like I have abandoned “my first love,” yet I often reminisce about the great times we had together strolling down Fifth Avenue in NYC.  Sometimes on Sundays “my first love” and I had secret rendezvous on Delancy St. and for a change of scenery we made our way across the George Washington Bridge to (tax free) New Jersey .

In 2000, we took our relationship to another level when we crossed the pond. While eating a snack at Harrods, I knew we would be together forever that nothing and no one would be able to come between us.

From my earliest memories, I recall having an affinity for clothes putting together an outfit telling my story, the story of Deanna. Watching me closely my choice of attire for the day told my mood:      colorful = happy, expensive = fierce, leggings with a chunky cable knit sweater = cranky/bloated.

While an artist expresses themselves with a paintbrush and a singer by belting high-notes, I do so with “my first love,” clothing. 

  I knew it was deeper than an attraction and that it was “my first love” when I couldn’t focus on just a blouse or pants, but that it had to be accompanied by the hottest shoes, the matching belt to the shoes, and no outfit is complete without a purse, and  the right jewelry to make it “POP!

…so follow me as I shop & share my love for everything that's FASHION.