My Cookie Project
Posted about Cookie magazine last time. Fear that I may have a full-blown obsession with Cookie Moms. For those of you unfamiliar with Cookie, it’s motherhood filtered through the gimlet-eyed lens of Conde Nast. Think of it this way — if the magazine world was a high school, Parenting would be the outcast girl who cool Alpha Girls Vogue and Domino take under their wings as their makeover “project” and transform into Cookie.
These are two Cookie Moms who happen to be celebs to give you a taste (as it were):
Julianne (aka Critically Acclaimed Cookie) via People.com
Heidi (aka Supermodel Cookie) via celebritybabyscoop
So I’ve been thinking of doing my own version of the “Julie/Julia” project when the next Cookie issue comes out. Only instead of cooking and blogging my way through an entire cookbook as Julie Powell famously did in her blog-turned book-turned forthcoming film (btw my foodie colleague Lisa tells me this is now an official term — “cooking through” as in “I’m cooking through Mario Batali’s Babbo cookbook so I can get over my fear of beef cheeks”), I’d follow every piece of advice in the magazine for as long as it takes to accomplish that particular task.
This needs a name. The meaning of “cooking through” is obvious. Since my Cookie project involves not only reading the issue from cover to cover but actually modifying my behavior based the advice contained within so I can become the ultimate Cookie mom — perhaps I’ll call it “improving through.” If anyone has any better ideas, I’m all ears!
So if I actually “improve through” a complete issue of Cookie, this is what will happen: I am chic in a fiercely individual but slightly bo-ho kind of way. I master the flawlessly unmade-up made-up face and effortlessly tousled wash-and-wear hair. My parenting is firm yet creative. I produce impeccably plated, whole food meals for my son and organize inspiring vacations in stylish AND family-friendly global destinations. My home is a sophisticated yet quirky hybrid of mid-century modern and cottage chic, with at least one room set aside in which my son can play with artfully carved wooden toys from Scandinavia and color on the walls without fear of reprisal. I am a rock star at my very interesting job which is probably in a creative field and commands a high six-figure salary — OR I have opted out of corporate America and am embarked upon a financially promising and soul-satisfying “mom-preneur” project. I dress my son in designer togs made of organic fibers that can only be found at tiny boutiques on side streets of NoLita or Silver Lake. I am a temptress with the magical ability to “rekindle the spark” with my husband of nearly a decade.
Oh, and I am thin.
New issue hits newstands in about three weeks. Anyone else interested in “improving through?” I may need some company/moral support on this particular journey.