Eva Chen Made Me Do It


I have been a Lucky reader since they first launched in 2000. I remember the first issue on the stand at the Seven Eleven in Lincoln Park, Chicago. My eyes drew to it, locked and zeroed in like lasers. Lucky – The magazine about shopping. I was hooked.

Kim France was the editor in chief until 2010. That was also the year my mom died and I went into a 3 year blur of adjustment, mourning, change, had a new baby, more change, started blogging, more change and I kind of lost track of what was happening at Lucky. I knew they had hired a new editor, Brandon Holley, but I never really found the time to open it up. I was getting most of my inspiration on-line anyway.

About a year ago I decided to give Lucky another chance. I opened it up.

“Who the heck is this Eva Chen chick? Why does she have 4 pages devoted to the Editor’s page? Why are there pictures of her all over this magazine? She seems full of herself. What has happened to my dear old magazine?”

Well, I’ll tell you what has happened.

Eva Chen saved it.

The world is changing. Social media is taking over and the attention span of the average person is about .5 seconds. How do you stay relevant through all that noise?

You get smart, you get enthusiastic and you get happy.

Lucky had always featured their editors in every issue. It was in a way their trademark. Eva took that to a whole new level. You might say she hooked an IV to the lifeline of her soul and injected Lucky with Eva Chen magic serum. She then blasted it’s influence all over social media and web platforms (smart) while exemplifying a generally happy and approachable persona (genius).

So, what did Eva Chen make me do besides actually read her magazine for the first time in 4 years?

She made me buy really ugly shoes.

Birkenstocks started showing up in my Instagram feed last fall along with Tevas and other ugly shoes. I was tempted, but knew I wouldn’t cave.

But then Eva did this:

and this:

and this and this and this and this:

Oh, and topped it off with this:

I just couldn’t take it any longer. I JUST HAD TO HAVE THEM.

So… Eva, some of my friends have told me I have gone to the dark side, they say they won’t be seen in public with me. My husband took several hours to adjust himself and my fashionable nanny looked at me like I was nuts.

I just winked and told ‘em, “Eva Chen made me do it.”

ps. Don’t worry Eva, I am getting a pedicure tomorrow.

Hot or Not

You used to do your hair. You used to wear things besides yoga pants. Maybe even a stiletto. Makeup was an everyday occasion and not just once a month. You exercised. You went shopping. You loved going to Target, ok you still love going to Target, but isn’t going shopping sometimes annoying now? Your stomach wasn’t a road map of stretch marks or jiggle.

You were hot.

Well you know what? You are still hot. Maybe you are even hotter. Maybe it’s just different now.

I have a pretty constant dialogue with myself about things that are wrong with my appearance or how I am handling some aspect of my life. A good percentage of it does revolve around how I look. I’m kind of vain, but aren’t we all a little vain?

The unfortunate thing about this self-criticism is it is mostly unfounded. Self-awareness of making unhealthy choices like eating 3 pieces of chocolate cake and not exercising for 5 months is important, but for the most part when I look at pictures from a time period in the past when I had been hard on myself I think, “I looked really good then, why was I even worried about looking fat in that photo?”

I have been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a mom, especially a young mom and how that relates to my relationship with myself.

How do you find the balance between taking care of yourself and not feeling like you’re selfish or robbing time, attention or funds away from your family?

How do you find the balance between looking good but not drawing negative attention toward yourself?

One of the biggest problems I have is how to financially support good self-care. If I was to do the exercise program I really know gets my body into perfect shape it would cost me about $200 per month. I just don’t have that. Paying for my daughter’s gymnastics is more important to me than a perfectly sculpted thigh.

There is article after article that says “Take care of yourself!” “You are important.” “Love yourself.” “You can’t take care of your family unless you take care of yourself.” It’s all just become a bunch of “blah, blah, blah, I’ve heard it all before, nice little quotes about self-empowerment.”

So what the heck is the point of this post? I think I am just trying to say, let’s not waste time being so freaked out by the fact we are not hot anymore or are getting old, or think to ourselves, “I really wish I hadn’t eaten that danish.”

If you’re going to wear yoga pants, own it. Rock those yoga pants. If you’re carrying a little extra in the middle, embrace that juicy body. If you aren’t happy with how you look, I don’t know… put on some lipstick or take a 20 minute walk.

I guess actually doing something is better than sitting there being upset about it.

What do you think?


For the past two weeks I have been walking daily after about 6 months of no exercising.

I am so hot in my red khakis.


Catch and Empty Words



I played catch with my daughter and I have nothing inspirational to say about it other than it made us happy.

Hopefully you won’t find my brevity here annoying, but sometimes saying nothing and throwing a ball is more therapeutic than writing a thousand empty words.