What I Wore: Caroline Brown
M.M.’s Director of Retail Growth and Experience—and mother of two—wears our new Juggler Omakase while maneuvering between big presentations, peanut butter toast, and dinner with friends.
As a mother of two and M.M. LaFleur’s Director of Retail Growth and Experience, Caroline Brown knows a few things about balancing projects, deadlines, and drop-offs. This week, Caroline dons our new Juggler Omakase (made with the working mom in mind) as she maneuvers between big presentations, peanut butter toast, and trying to fit in a dinner with friends.
My husband makes pancakes while we plan our day. There’s a trade show at the Javits Center where up-and-coming furniture designers, artists, and craftsmen display their new product and techniques. I get a lot of inspiration for our showrooms at these conventions, and they tend to only be on weekends, so I drag the whole gang with me. I can’t tell you how hot it gets chasing my littles around as I’m trying to have a serious conversation with a designer, so I like to wear a light layer, like the Rowling top (bonus points for wrinkle and odor resistance!). I still look professional as I sprint down an aisle to grab Henry, who somehow made his way on top of a very expensive antique table.
I grab my Rowling top (yes, I am wearing it two days in a row—thank you, Polygiene®!) and a nice pair of trousers to feel like a functioning member of society. My personal secret: the pants are machine-washable, so I don’t have to worry too much about grubby kid hands or milk spills.
At 8:30am on Mondays, I am literally skipping to the subway as dreams of sitting at my desk alone for a few minutes fill my head. A good chunk of the morning involves cleaning up my inbox and paying a few bills. Around 10am, I look at pictures on my phone from the weekend, and I start to miss my kids already. My nanny tells me that Henry is running a fever, and it’s hard not to be distracted in meetings. My mom-guilt is in full effect, but shortly after I receive a text that he’s feeling better, I resume my double life.
I sneak out early to catch a few minutes with the kiddos before bedtime. We have a tea party while Henry tears the room apart. Again, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I grab my Carson blazer and Constance dress, and I finish it off with a stylish belt. It’s the kind of outfit that looks perfectly polished, but also makes my life easier: The Constance has snaps to keep my bra straps in place and pockets to hold my notes (or a rogue pacifier), and the Carson has an easy enough fit that I don’t feel constricted all day. Before I head out the door, I make breakfast for my kids as I check emails to make sure there aren’t any fire drills. I really, really don’t like cooking. The only thing I can make is a fantastic reservation—but I’m trying! Today is peanut butter toast and scrambled eggs, which we’re all pretty excited about. Henry chases me around the apartment with peanut butter hands (he thinks I’m a human napkin) as Eleanor laughs hysterically. There is nothing that makes me happier than hearing them laugh and seeing how they love each other.