I love magazines. So much so that besides my clothes and shoes, back issues dominate a huge portion of my precious apartment space. Going back through your magazines from 2 or 3 years is hugely rewarding and I always feel like I'm reading them for this first time. One of the saddest moments I can remember was when I left Philadelphia (land of great affordable apartments with lots of storage space) and had to surrender five years worth (and 650 lbs) of Vogue, Lucky, W, Elle, Bazaar, Glamour, Marie Claire etc and some sad house plants to my first floor neighbor, a huge pack rat .....maybe she's still saving them for me........
.ANYWAY, I cannot stand those pesky little advertisements that make my magazines permanently open to the same page even if you tear them out..........i hate hate hate hate them.........as I was tearing thru my new LUCKY last night I angrily tore out a very sturdy clinique card, cursed it, then looked at it and saw that it was for some puffy eye cream and well, my eyes are often puffy.........wouldn't you know it on this sunday, the morning of a very stressful and precarious photo shoot, I woke up with puffy eyes and slathered on both samples of "all about eyes" and "all about eyes rich"..........so, ok Clinique, you win, I'm going to pick some up at Macys today and my eyes look super refreshed for 5 hours of sleep.