When I stood quietly in front the magazine rack at my local supermarket, I took in the massive range of bright and shiny covers all with their individual promises to change my life. For once I was routed to the floor, a little overwhelmed by the choice.
I could have chosen one the many cheap and cheerful trashy magazines. Plastered with random people with their stomachs bared… some of them are “overweight”, some are “underweight”, some are happy, some are miserable but they are all being judged. Honestly, I don’t really care.
I could have chosen a crafty magazine. Sewing, knitting, crocheting… and lets throw the cooking magazines in here too. All full of wonderful and inspiring ideas. My house would look and smell utterly amazing if I had even the slightest bit of time to implement any of this ideas. The only purpose they would serve would be to remind me that I am not living in a distant decade where women stayed at home, that I work because at the moment I have to and it means that I will never have time to make these things.
I could have chosen a baby magazine but with Sprog having turned 2, there’s very little that would have been actually useful to my random parenting stumbling through the Toddler years. The only magazines helping me through this are the kids ones with silly stickers and tiny plastic toys that he is guaranteed to be obsessed with and then heartbroken because we’ve lost the tiny Iggle Piggle toy in our disaster of a house.
I could have chosen a wedding magazine. We had a 2 1/2 year engagement. I was pretty addicted to these. They are just full of so many pretty things. But I’m already married so unfortunately this purchase would have been weird.
So it came down to the glossy magazines. They offer such an exclusive lifestyle of expensive “fashion” (stop me if I’m wrong, but does any normal person wear any of that stuff?! I can’t imagine that many people buying these magazines can spend £1000 on a handbag!). They are emblazoned with superstars on the covers…again, this is no way resembles my life…there’s no accessory of Toddler snot on them!
What I settled upon was Good Housekeeping and I have been loving it on my train journey today. Admittedly I may have initially been pulled in by the pretty pink cover but beyond that there have been some great articles about inspirational women who have fought against the odds to make things better for themselves and their families, who have changed their lives hugely. There’s the wonderful Sue Perkins on the cover who seems to be a normal woman, not super skinny, not shaped and morphed into a puppet by show business but just a nice, lovely lady.
It looks like there might be some great recipes coming up too… I’m sure I’ll enjoying have a look at them! Maybe not getting round to making them but you never know we’ve got friends over for dinner on Friday!
I’m not sure how the commuters on this lovely and snug train home will judge me for reading Good Housekeeping… but I don’t care…I think it’s great actually!