14 May 2008
This was a real conversation between myself and a good friend of mine recently:
Me: So what are you going to do for a job now?
Him: I don’t know Soph, I think I just have to find my nick.
Me: What did you say?? You’re nick?
Him: Umm, yeah my nick?
Me: You mean your niche?
Him: That’s what I meant.
12 May 2008
Leggings—Don’t do it! Leggings were born in the 80’s, a decade that popularized such gems as leg warmers and lace bandanas. Not exactly the pinnacle of fashion genius as far as I’m concerned. Unfortunately in the last few years there’s been a legging resurrection. I guess if Britney Spears can do it, why can’t the rest of us? I’m not exactly sure why they’ve enjoyed such a rebirth. Maybe nostalgia for Jem and the holograms. I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m one of the few that hope that the next death they suffer is a permanent one and the reasons why are three fold my friends.
1) They’re unattractive and unflattering. Encasing your thighs in spandex….not such a good idea people.
2) Lindsay Lohan has just come out with a line of them. If that’s not reason enough to close the door on these glorified tights, I don’t know what is.
3) Do you know the girls that still wear black stockings to weddings? That’s what category you’re riding in when you don a pair of striped leggings.
I know I’m going to get a lot of heat for this and I welcome your comments. And trust me I know I’ve had my share of fashion faux-pas over the years, but I am proud to say I’ve never rode the legging train. The next time you’re thinking about rocking a pair, just think….you’re about 4 minutes away from a snap bracelet.
xoxo,
Sophia
09 May 2008
So Mother's day is upon us and I'm wondering.....what do your mother's mean to you? My mother passed away 10 years and 2 weeks ago. She was brilliant (NYU educated), stunningly pretty, incredibly progressive and political and taught me lessons I will never forget. She told me I was smart and beautiful every single day. And happily, more often than not, I believe that to be true. She worked tirelessly with the less fortunate, spending every spare second that she wasn't at one of my gymnastics classes or ballet recitals, tutoring inner city children and teaching her 7th grade Hell's Kitchen classes the rhythmic stanzas of Shakespeare. It was she who taught me to never dumb myself down for a man, to always be refined and knowledgable in conversation and to read more than the person sitting next to me. I'd like to believe she'd be proud of me today. I'm not sure I've succeeded in all aspects of my life, but I'm happy and to her my happiness was paramount. And maybe me writing would fulfill a dream for her, so this is my mother's day gift to her this year.....
I hope that you all spend this weekend with the women that have inspired and taught you. I know I am.
xoxo,
Sophia
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