I usually begin late. I am old enough to admit I have a warped concept of time. The problem is, I hate waiting. I want everyone else to arrive before me so I don’t have to wait.
I like to shade in my eyebrows. When I was younger I never gave my eyebrows a thought, but they have become an issue. I blame my mum, who has no eyebrows. You will know I care if I have pencilled in my eyebrows. If I haven’t, it is like me saying, “I am not impressed with this company at all.” It is the equivalent of wearing heels. If I am in heels I am either working or I care. These days I am like, “I am not wearing heels. Why would I do that?” I used to practically wear them to the gym but I’ve just had a baby and I don’t care.
I will go to the closet, stand there, with one eyebrow done, take a look, head back to the bathroom, do the other eyebrow; it’s like when you check the fridge again hoping something else to eat will pop up – I wonder if I missed something spectacular that I really want to wear. And then I will take an hour trying really hard not to wear jeans and I will fail and end up wearing jeans with heels and a jacket. By this time I am super-late so I add a great bag and feel as if I’ve made an effort.
I go out all the time in New York when I’m there, but living in LA means going out is more of a chore. It is not a night-time place and everywhere is so far. Here, I will work out in the morning and I will end up in workout clothes for the rest of the day. Whereas in New York you wouldn’t catch me dead in spandex and sneakers.