Last year an editor from Parents magazine contacted me and said they wanted me to rewrite one of my blogs for them. What a thrill! It finally came out in this September's Back to School issue. Back to School issue! That's the best and fattest issue. Guys, it's an honor on top of an honor.
Gabby from Design Mom (I know her in real life--Eat your heart out) works with Parents and she's the one who referred them to my blog. What a pal! It is especially sweet that Gabby's first feature article is also in the September issue along with mine. I guess I'll have to think of something else to get Gabby for Christmas, but everyone else on my list is getting a copy of the magazine. Look for it on news stands. I tried to buy it last week but it wasn't out yet. Someone mentioned the article to me on Facebook but I couldn't find it in real life. I was dying. Christian's friend took a picture of his wife's copy of the article with his cell phone and e-mailed it to me. What a pal! This is how I first saw it:
If you read it--and I hope you do--I just want to clarify that #28 was supposed to be "Don't allow the word weenis in your home." But they changed it to wienies. Maybe they had never heard of the word weenis. Well I have. And I don't like it. I have no problem with wienies. I mean, I can take them or leave them. But whatever. Artists like me have to get used to this kind of stuff. I just hope my soul doesn't die from it.
I am working on another article for Parents now. You may recall how I'm obsessed with other people's housekeeping styles and schedules. They've got me trying out four different housekeeping books and reporting on them. For example, one of them is a "green" approach. I don't want to scoop myself, but I will say that I've converted to cleaning with vinegar. That's all I'm going to say.
Ever since Parents published my article I've been a lot less interested in reading magazines. I guess its because if they are written by people like me then I'm not interested anymore. I don't care what I have to say. It's kind of sad because I used to really enjoy magazines. Oh well.