Yesterday I Had a Haircut and It Saved Me $1,500

About a month ago I was on CNN with my as-promised curly hair. When I hit the makeup chair they just added a little definition to my curls with this tub of goo from Oribe. I ended up loving it and a quick google search told me that I could buy it at Barneys. So I did. I dutifully went to Barneys but everyone knows you can’t go to Barneys without first having lunch at Neiman’s because their popovers are the base of a perfect day. Somewhere between the basement …

My Desire to Shoplift Comes from Privilege

I know that white privilege exists in the US and that I’m it’s beneficiary. Denying that fact would be absurd. It’s unlikely that I’ll change it much in my lifetime and I’m never sure if I’m a fool for not taking advantage of it more or a jerk for not declining the nice things I get. It’s good to be me, though admittedly it would be easier to be a man. White men in America have it easy (though some of that is assumption since I’ve never been a man). …

Solo Parenting Day 2

Day one was fine. We’re all used to one of us being gone. Junior was delighted to have half the bed to himself and I went all crazy and slept without the air conditioner on (did I mention that Mr. G would thrive in an igloo?). I haven’t bothered with mascara and shaving my legs is completely off the table. My clothes match but just barely. There’s no one to dress up for and I’m taking full advantage. We went shopping on Robertson so Jane could get some new pants …

A Little Too Much of Everything

I didn’t write much last week because I had too much free time. It sounds strange but it’s true, mostly. Jane is away at camp and Alexander came home over the weekend. I spent the week alternately working too hard and playing too hard, each method was a failed attempt to not miss the kids too much. On more than one occasion I went to the gym and yoga. That’s a solid 3 hours of “me time” which historically has been enough to hold me over for a week at …

Buying New Cars on a Whim

I’d really been looking for a larger sedan for Mr. G but then I turned on the diesel engine and felt the power and… well…. the rest is history. My father in law had just explained to me how he’s bought all of his cars on impulse. My father in law has¬†impeccable¬†taste in automobiles.   My tennis partner loves when I show up in new cars and she delights in driving each of them but this is the first time she’s been tempted. We’re going shopping in an hour. She …