I don’t think of misery, but of the beauty that still remains.
To my small army of GOACA readers in Paris: I am hoping you are well, and that everyone you’ve ever loved—or even liked—is well. What you’ve just endured is unimaginable, but know this: us New Yorkers never thought our lives would return to normal after the horror of 9/11, but they did, in time. Paris will come back up off its knees too, probably sooner than later. No city as fluent in love as yours will stay down for long.
What are you far from running out of, but still endlessly tempted to buy? For me, it’s beauty products in general and lip colors in particular, because they are always being discontinued.
This one’s inspired by a comment thread from a post last week in which I suggested we resurrect the word “smart” to describe clothing and outfits. “Bringing back ‘smart’ is fine (and very Vanity Fair, circa 1929),” writes commenter Christina, “if in return we can get rid of ‘obsessed with’ and ‘packed with’ (as in ‘packed with antioxidants’).” Chimes in loyal reader Mamavalveeta, “can we get rid of ‘badass’ as well?” Next up, Alexa puts in a vote for ridding the world of “curated” and “bespoke.” All good suggestions, ladies, and might I add the word “rock,” to describe wearing something? OK, your turn.
Tomorrow I’m leaving for Central America—for two whopping weeks—but this space will not be empty: I’ve got some fun posts lined up for you, so do keep checking in. And expect me back on the 28th.
For reasons I’m not nearly technology-literate enough to understand, subscribers have not been receiving GOACA in their mailboxes for a couple of weeks. And for that I issue a profuse apology. If you’re reading this, then—yay!—it’s actually fixed and yesterday wasn’t a fluke. Meanwhile, check out the actual blog to see what you missed, why don’t you?
There is nobody who traffics in women’s magazine cover research who will tell you that putting “real” women on the cover is a recipe for big sales—and in fact, frustratingly, there is a huge gap between how much imperfection and realness many women say they want on their covers and how much they are actually willing to accept (alas, I have seen the research). Which is why I am so proud of Tribeca Mom for putting actual real-life, life-sized women on the cover of Redbook’s September issue (she wrote a fantastic editor’s letter about it that you can read here). Such badass moves are few and far between in the world of lady mag covers. I certainly never had the nerve to do it.
Recently, I tried to learn how. Every morning for a number of weeks I would give it my best, and every morning, I just wound up just feeling kind of distracted and sleepy, which is not the point at all. Somebody suggested I sit in a hard chair, and still I just nodded off. Then that same person suggested I buy an adult coloring book (I know, I know) so I ordered this one—it’s all patterns, perfect for me—along with some colored pencils. And damned if coloring in that adult coloring book doesn’t smooth my thoughts right on out.
I feel like I’m opening myself up for ridicule on this one, so please be dear and open yourself up to me too: how do you meditate? How often do you do it? And: does it ever get easier?
I need to stop with the tattoos, I know*. Get myself a hobby, or perhaps just some amusing nail art when the fever strikes. But is this not rather cute?
*I’m also aware my cuticles look pretty busted here.
Posting is going to be light for the next couple of weeks, guys: I’m booking it up to the mountains to be one with nature, do yoga, and finish up a special project—one that will be pretty exciting if it works out, and about which you will be the first to know. (Also: there’s a BIG hint somewhere in this post as to what that special project may be.)
At the risk of getting far, far more personal than I typically do, I’ve got to say that no decision I’ve ever made comes close to being as pivotal and positive as the one to walk away from my marriage. And you?