Fashion Report from Paris

April 18, 2023 by Heather Reid in adulting, fashion, travel

. From classic Breton stripes to the unexpected joy of dancing pigeons, Paris reminds us that true style is eternal.

Fit to Lead

February 18, 2023 by Heather Reid in fashion, feminism, pop culture

Leadership, much like beauty, comes in all sizes and shapes, empowering the next generation to see themselves in roles of influence.

First Days and Letting Go

September 20, 2021 by Heather Reid in education, family, fashion, kids, momlife

My mother wrote letters to my grandmother almost weekly for many years; her perfect handwriting documented the quotidian events raising the four of us in the decades before email and the internet. They were carefully saved, and recently my mom sent one to me, dated September 13, 1977. In it, she writes about the days leading up to my first day of kindergarten.

The UnBucket List

August 20, 2021 by Heather Reid in adulting, adultlife, celebrations, family, fashion, feminism

Before the pandemic, Marie Kondo promised we’d find joy in having less clutter in our spaces, and I think that includes our headspace. It’s the last few months before That Birthday, and in tribute to KonMari, I submit to you something new: The UnBucket List, a list of things I vow NOT to do. If I have to face mortality, even in the long view, this list will help me focus on what’s most important, what makes me the happiest, and gives me permission to ignore the rest.

The Gift

March 16, 2021 by Heather Reid in adultlife, celebrations, COVID, fashion, friends, finding quiet

Every year I make a calendar full of family photos each month. Pictures from last February document a dinner out with friends, donuts sampling all over town, an overnight sleepover with a favorite family at the Field Museum. Living life without a second thought. When I flipped the month over to March, the photos show a sharp shift in content: No friends, no sleepovers, nothing but us at home.

As I turned the calendar, I thought about how I might commemorate this past year. I don't want to forget it, because it's an important time in our lives, but obviously, it's not an experience I ever hope to repeat.

Behind the Mask(s)

September 16, 2020 by Heather Reid in COVID, adultlife, family, fashion, friends, kids, momlife

Masks are the most depressing fashion accessory of 2020. In March, when it became clear that we were all going to be wearing them for the foreseeable future, I sewed a few for my kids and me.

Doomscroll Alternatives to Improve Your Terrible Life

August 17, 2020 by Heather Reid in adulting, adultlife, education, family, fashion, food, guilt, home, COVID

Doomscrolling is SOOO July. Do you remember July? China started sending us random seeds, Ghislaine Maxwell was finally arrested (we do not wish her the best), and Trump wore a mask in public for the first time, and it wasn't even Halloween. So. Brave.

Gonna’ Make You Sweat (Or Not)

April 20, 2020 by Heather Reid in adultlife, fashion, home, momlife

I am okay with the idea of sweatpants: Loose, soft pants that you throw on over workout gear, on the way to exercise or in transit on the way to a post-workout shower. In my mind, they are purely transitional, not actual clothing. Not workplace attire.

The Hand-Me-Down Blues

September 16, 2019 by Heather Reid in adulting, fashion, home, kids, memories, momlife

My kids have so many clothes.

I’d like to blame my Rockstar-shopping Mom, but she’s really miraculous to behold. If I happen to mention to her that the kids would use an extra rash guard shirt or some variety of pants - like clockwork - a package appears on our porch with said items, and extra treat or two and some paper green anacondas. (That’s a whole other story.)

Revenge of the Hair Bear

May 13, 2019 by Heather Reid in adultlife, family, fashion, momlife, memories, awkward

My poofy hair was what I had to deal with and although my brother tortured me by calling me Hair Bear for years, I managed to get through that time with as much awkward grace as I could. And a whole lot of mousse.