Fridays. I love them so. First of all, @thebookmaven on Twitter began an initiative where people all over the world share what they are reading any given Friday. There is now a blog just devoted to the lists of books people read most on Fridays. They are on Facebook as well (as is The Picky Girl). Each Friday morning, I eagerly wake up, log onto Twitter and add my anticipatory Friday Reads. After a long week of teaching, including at 12+ hour day on Tuesdays, I am so ready for Fridays. I teach one class mid day, and then I am finished. This Friday I plan on coming home, putting on some comfy clothes and curling up with my sweetheart (Madeline, my 5-year-old Yorkie) and my first issue of Real Simple. My sister gave me a subscription for Christmas, and my first issue came yesterday.
This is one of those guilty pleasures I don’t talk about too often, but I love a good magazine. I mean, love love. Just the anticipation of tomorrow afternoon, leisurely flipping through the pages of this refreshing magazine is enough to make me feel ok about all that will come before it. I love beautiful things, and I make no apology for it. Most of my home decor has been inspired from pages of magazines. In fact, I made a new super-sized inspiration board for my office/guest bedroom to house some of these magazine tearouts.
To me, a magazine – at least a good one – is sheer bliss. They are different than books. With a book, I’ll read whenever I get the chance, in a doctor’s office waiting room, at the post office, in the car. Magazines, though, I savor, waiting until the perfect series of lazy moments to flip through the pages. When I was still in high school, I dreamt of weddings and would buy copies of Martha Stewart’s Weddings. Then I switched to Living. I have also loved Architectural Digest, Southern Living, and Travel and Leisure. Of course, I got irritated with Travel and Leisure because no one I know can afford the types of trips they discuss or the travel accessories they advertise.
At the gym, I pick up whatever magazine happens to be left at the front desk – sometimes this is Texas Monthly or Shape or The New Yorker. But Real Simple, with its understated elegance and its practical but beautiful tips has stolen my heart, and tomorrow afternoon will be filled with the very real, very simple pleasure of an early spring afternoon spent in the quiet of my home, sunshine streaming through the large, open windows and gleaming on the 108-year-old wood floors. Thanks, sis. 🙂
What are your guilty reading pleasures? What magazines do you savor?
jenn aka the picky girl
p.s. Join in Friday Reads on Twitter, Facebook, or the blog to find out what others are reading and to possibly win some very cool prizes!