Marla Ginsberg went from being a TV producer to designing jeans for midlife women.
All women are NOT created equal. Ovaries aside, the packaging is rarely the same. Although we sort of start out the same: cute, cuddly, and soft, genetics and time play a cruel game of craps with our bodies. Although once upon a time, literally in another century, when the number “5” came after the number “3” in my age, I was a svelte and leggy size 10 with the confidence that comes with unsuspecting youth, believing that this was the body I would get to keep forever.
It lasted long enough to find my Prince Charming, give birth to two beautiful babies and occupy that halcyon state of mind that made me believe that this too would last forever. But only thing that seemed to stay constant was my post natal waist line. My “babies” have morphed into teenagers who have bigger mood swings than I do and “my Prince” is so much less charming that we are no longer together.
Now, on occasion, I could really use some halcyon and until recently found myself suffering from “size envy” with the lingering hope that my over priced designer jeans will once again fit. Why, I asked myself, am I the unfortunate collision of Eastern European stock instead of French? I secretly have a good laugh when my daughter
I had almost gotten used to the idea of wearing granny pants and had begun to think that maybe I would don a burkah. I searched in vain for the perfect jeans for a middle aged woman and with the exception of overpriced jeans that had so much stretch in them I needed suspenders after the commute to work, I had all but given up.
Then fate stepped in, or maybe I should say it slowly plodded in.
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