And let’s not count engagement rings because that’s too easy. Bring it on.
Which means it’s once again time to tell me what you guys are feeling grateful for this year. For me it’s all about family, and especially my mom, who has dealt with some tough times over the past months with unbelievable amounts of strength and grace. We all become mortified at times that we are turning into our moms; it’s a story as old as time. But lately I’ve seen a side of her that is so much better than anything I’ve shown the world that I can only pray it rubs off. Also, I’m wicked thankful for you guys, who turn this space into so much more than just words and pictures on a screen. You and you alone remain my muses. Have a fantastic holiday, and see you back here Monday.
I’m talking clothes here, but feel free to run with this one in any direction that strikes you. Mine’s an suede Etro moto jacket. Pink and green paisley and expensive, as most of my most glaring retail mistakes tend to be.
Don’t worry about prices. You’re getting it all for free. Here are mine: Current Elliott, because life without jeans is no life at all; J. Crew, for everything that holds a closet together; and Maria Cornejo, because that’s where all the special would come from.
This is Girl of a Certain Age Shanna France: school psychologist, mother of two, and my sister in law. Less than two years ago, she decided to pick up running. Today, she finished her first New York City marathon in four hours and 45 minutes. I am stupidly, dorkily proud.
Farewell to the New Yorkiest of New York rockers, and rest in peace. I’ll miss knowing I walk the streets of the same city as you.
For a while I’ve been wanting to get an around-the-wrist tattoo, but haven’t quite been able to come up with the exactly right execution. Then the other day, Tribeca Mom says “You should get a Liberty print tattoo,” and I’m all like, “Oh My God, I totally should.”
And so I did.
In the decades since I left the land that birthed and bred me, I have rarely felt so passionate about a cause relating to it as I do this woman’s run for governor. Because for so long, I have seen my home state as a shadow of its former—maverick, Ann Richards-governed—self. But Wendy Davis stands to bring the change Texas so desperately needs right now, and I am all in. The Texas Republican party is deep in support and funds; here’s where how to make sure Davis gives them a serious run for their money.
That I am 49 years old and can’t stop watching this brings me no shame whatsoever .
Even those of us who don’t excel in rooting out bargains have at least one. Mine is a Missoni tote, which was lying in a pile of deeply discounted bags at a department store in London. I was certain it was there—marked down to almost nothing—by mistake, and to this day, when I carry it, I feel like I got away with petty theft. And you?