Monday Moods























I opened the front door to the theater and already there was a gaggle of women (real Orange County housewife types) huddled together giggling and eagerly waiting in line with anticipation...I waltzed in and said “MY PEOPLE!” out loud. They all looked at me and we just knew…there was a familiarity among us…somehow complete strangers felt like instant friends. We were about to embark on a journey together—a beautiful journey of miraculous muscles and manly men!
Freedom. What a spectacular word. I’ve always loved this word. I think it’s because big or small, it’s a word that epitomizes what we all search for. I think humans, and almost all animals on this giant spinning ball in space we call earth, have an inherent need to be free, to be in the wild, to be whatever we choose to be. No constraints of choice, just choice.
Summer is fast approaching (Summer Solstice is June 21) and June gloom is setting in. I’m feeling a little dark, a little more moody. Maybe it's because southern California never truly has a winter or I'm fearing the heat of the months ahead.
Lindsay said something that struck me. She said that “you are complex but the world is simple.” You hear people say all the time, that the world is chaotic, but we forget sometimes that it is us—everyone—that creates that chaos. It is nice to be reminded that we control what amount of peace and joy we want to have in this world.
Simplify. It’s a word that has been rolling around my head since the new year began. I want to simplify my life as much as possible. I mean not just my physical reality but my emotional reality, as well.
I just finished watching a movie I adore called About Time. There is this line in the beginning of the movie where the lead character is explaining about his life with his family. He says “all in all it was a pretty good childhood full of repeated rhythms, pattern”. Those 2 words, repeated rhythms leap at me, yelled out in a way I understood. To me that is Christmas, the spirit of the season, my family, our traditions, a time of repeated rhythms.
When I worked for MAC cosmetics years ago one of the first things I caught onto was the way older woman love orange lipstick. I mean they looove it. To the point that if a woman over 70 came up to the counter I would have the color for them before they even asked me to get it (in case you’re wondering that color is Morange). This fascinated me at the time because I found it such a bold choice. I also, at the time, had been all about the eyes, devoted to drama of eyeliner and its powers to transform.
I look back on this fondly because I am now deeply devoted to lipstick, the brighter, the more colorful, the better, like you see on Jil here. I understand that lipstick can transform you in the way a little eyeliner can. It’s what those ladies knew, that being a woman means you get to be bold and being bold is always beautiful.
Julie Hewett Noir Collection in Coco, MAC lip liner Cherry, Urban Decay eyeshadow Pistol, MAC eyeshadow Texture, Sephora Nano eyeliner Gri Gri
photos Mary Claire Roman
model Jil Harvey
makeup, hair & styling Janelle Walker