I met my mag mates for moneybags and massaman on Oxford Street last night.
It was yum and fun.
We only manage to catch up about twice a year these days, it’s hard to co-ordinate a free night in four busy schedules. Two of us still work in mags, two don’t.
I’m one of the don’ts.
Well, I thought I was until I started searching for a stylist for a cover shoot yesterday. It was for Drinks Trade magazine and I called another old Cosmo colleague to help out at short notice – it felt so nice and familiar to hear her voice on the other end of the phone.
I also wrote and edited a 32-page special section for the magazine on the Australian Drinks Awards.
Stress levels were high.
The mag stuff is a bit like riding a bike. I’m a little wobbly at first, but I get there in the end.
I think I prefer talking about the old days, rather than resurrecting them. When my mag friends catch up we share anecdotes about what the old crowd are up to these days and who we were surprised to run into at ALDI.
And we mutter about ageism being worse than sexism these days, as we scoop rice and mixed greens onto our plates.
Three of us were working on Cosmo magazine when the circulation hit 400,000 and Hearst Magazines flew the entire staff to Hayman Island for the weekend, all expenses paid.
That was waaaaay back in the ’90s, which seems like yesterday but is almost freaking 30 years ago!
Back then there were travel junkets to Thailand and Bali. And endless beauty samples. There were free blow dries and photo shoots. And movie premieres and after-parties with Christian Slater and Pierce Brosnan and Ioan Gruffyd. There were trips to Los Angeles to interview Salma Hayek to Shannen Doherty, Portia Di Rossi, Christina Applegate and Alyssa Milano. And stacks of free books and CDs.
Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end.
But Cosmo is gone now and so are the deep pockets. It’s a markedly different magazine landscape these days. Everything is done on the tightest of budgets.
I wrote a blog post last year about my Cosmo era after going to its wake (pictured above). It was called “Always Be Darling”, you can read it by clicking here.
It reminds me that I really need to give my former editor Pat a call, but the months fly by so fast as I juggle work and single parenting and my fear of making phone calls.
It’s almost October and racing towards a year since we hugged and promised to keep in touch.
But for now … Must. Get. Up. And. Rouse. Two. Kids. From. Bed.
Second last day of school before the holidays!
Next week they’ll be gone and the house will be so quiet and still. Suddenly there will be free pockets of time in my days to fill. The dogs will get walked before I go to work. The garden will get weeded when I come home.
Well. That’s the plan. Let’s see how reality pans out.
I will miss the kids very much. While I yearn for peace, I loathe the emptiness of the house when it’s just me.
It will be interesting to see how I go with 18 days of it.
But right now the house is full and the morning rush begins.
Song of the day: Cyndi Lauper “Time after time”