I recently went to boot camp for a week. Not the marines. Yoga and hiking. You’ll be able to read about it soon in the Wall Street Journal. Meanwhile, very few people who know me thought it my kind of thing. Instead, one friend send me this. Christina’s boot camp.
I’m trying to decide who I want to be in this photo - the great grandma, the grandma, or the young mom. The great grandma traveled the Oregon Trail in a covered wagon and sat on Sitting Bull’s lap. The grandma was an artist, a photographer, and raised a philosopher and a musicologist. The mom raised four intellectuals like herself. You’d never know it all from the picture; They just look like a family on a picnic.
There is nothing “week” about Fashion Weeks.
I’m just about to take off for what I like to refer to as “fashion month” because, for instance, the Fall 2011 collections start in NYC on Feb. 10 and end in Paris on March 10. So I don’t know why we call it “fashion week.”