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 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
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
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
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.