I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
November 22, 2005
“I wanted a different life. I didn’t want to live in the suburbs. I didn’t want to be a wife or a PTA mom. I just had bigger aspirations.” -Jessica Alba, Jane Magazine, October 2005
There’s a reason that magazines like In Touch and People are on the stands instead of In Touch with Reality and People Like Us.
Frankly, most people don’t consider the lives of “PTA moms,” as Jessica Alba put it, to be all that interesting.
After all, our designer wear is pretty much limited to whatever Isaac Mizrahi is peddling at Target. Rather than pricy gift bags of complimentary jewelry, electronic gadgets and week-long stays at The Golden Door, our swag consists of a few samples of Oil of Olay and a packet of laundry detergent. And the only strangers taking our pictures generally send us a copy with a speeding ticket enclosed.
It’s not what you’d call a glamorous life.
So when I got an opportunity to join a bevy of Beautiful People at a party last night, you can bet I jumped at the chance to trade in my drool-stained duds for something slinky and chic. For a few hours anyway, I was going to be One of Them.
The event was a swanky Lexus party, hosted by MTV Real Worlder MJ. Not bad for a Monday night in my town. But before I could go, I had to pick up the girls from school and get dinner on the table.
I should’ve been spending the hours before the party taking a bubble bath and doing my nails. Instead, I dashed up and down the stairs in various stages of undress, cooking dinner, fixing my hair, vacuuming the den, playing with the baby, choosing an outfit, mediating a telephone argument between my stepdaughters, and doing my makeup. My husband laughed when he arrived home to find me sitting on the floor in a little black dress, emptying the vacuum filter.
Finally, Hubs and I left, arriving at the cavernous party locale to find a sizeable crowd of 20-somethings drinking Red Bull martinis, a DJ playing Gwen Stefani, and the ubiquitous MJ working the crowd. It looked like most of the partygoers were there solely to try and win the attention of the ex-reality “star.” Here and there on the floor of the club were various Lexus sedans, forlorn and forgotten. It was a safe bet that most of the Beautiful People at the party couldn’t afford a Lexus for at least the next ten years. But the cars certainly seemed like a good place to put empty martini glasses.
Hubs and I mingled for a few minutes, then grabbed a table and watched the crowd.
Hmm. Up close, many of the Beautiful People weren’t so beautiful after all.
A few of the women were wearing gauchos. Ick. A young man had shellacked his hair into a permanent resemblance of a cartoon character who’d had the pants scared off of him. Ugh. And then there was the girl in the puffy fur coat, fur-lined boots and diamond studded fedora. No. No, no, no, no, no.
Thank God my little black dress never went out of style. Besides, I happened to know that this season, black is the new black.
I sat up a bit straighter. I could still compete with this crowd.
Hubs got up to go to the bathroom. As he walked away, a man came to my table. Uh oh.
He raised his plastic cup of Coors Light in a toast. Nervously, I raised my martini glass in response.
“You’re damn pretty,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied.
And before I had time to worry that Hubs would knock his block off when he returned, the man walked away and melted back into the crowd.
It was weird. But I didn’t care. My charade was working. I was one of the Beautiful People.
Or at least the Damn Pretty People.
I spent most of today in a Yo La Tengo t-shirt and men’s pajama bottoms, makeupless, ratty haired, and suffering from a cold. I didn’t exercise. I didn’t do much of anything, to be honest. Sickness’ll do that to you.
But it was okay. I’d had a night to remember. A night I would’ve taken for granted five years ago, but one I desperately needed after two-and-a-half years of pregnancy, nursing, mothering and stepmothering.
Even so, it’s become pretty obvious to me that up close, my life has plenty of beauty, much more than it did when I was single and self-absorbed.
From reading the blogs of so many wonderful moms and moms-to-be, I’d say the same is true for you, too.
So on this Thanksgiving holiday, I raise my martini glass to all of you. I think you’re all damn pretty, too.
And I hope you know you can compete with the best of the Beautifuls.
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>Wonderful post, although I’m pretty sure I can’t compete with anyone right now with this cold. Making some very un-pretty noises right now in order to be able to breathe.
>:) Even though you are a crazy American who celebrates Thanksgiving at the wrong time of year, may I say that I will take a moment this week to give thanks for your writing and your blog-freindship.
>So how did you get invited to this swanky affair? And don’t worry about Jessica Alba’s opinion. She may look hot, but she can’t act her way out of a paper bag.
>You just totally made my day, Missy!(And once I get the hot glue out of my hair, I’ll be ready to hang with the Beautiful People.)Feel better!
>guess alot of it depends on how and what you define as beauty, because alot of the beautiful people, really aren’t. hope your family has a wonderful thanksgiving.
>Backatcha, babe. Happy Thanksgiving. PS: gauchos make me cringe all the way to 1977 and back again.
>What an uplifting post. I am so going to put on lipstick right now, so I can keep my title (hopefully, i don’t leave any on my teeth). Happy Thanksgiving.
>Here’s to competing with the beautiful single’s out there!It certainly says something about the “Mom” crowd that you can get all dressed up, change the vacuum bag, and still be considered damn pretty.Mom’s really can do anything.
>I have SO done that vacuum filter changing in the black dress thing. In fact, it generated one of the most memorable things my husband ever said to me when he saw me doing it: “This — right now, what you’re doing — is the epitome of your personality.” Which was then followed by some comment about how hot I was and could we forget the party and go upstairs but I’ll spare you those details. ;)Lucinda, you are such a treasure in this blogland. I can only imagine how beautiful you are in that very real and beautiful life of yours. Damn pretty for sure. Thanks for being you – and for sharing with us.*cheers*PS- I heart Yo La Tengo!PPS- Jessica Alba can bite my left PTA-meeting cupcake!
>Hey, pretty girl! I came by to wish you the very best Thanksgiving and to tell you how happy it makes me that you’re in this wonderful neighborhood of bloggersIt’s the way you live your life that makes you so lovely, Lucinda. Relax and enjoy the long weekend. Hope you’re feeling better, too.
>Aww gee, guys, you’re making me feel all warm and fuzzy right now. And in answer to your question, yellojkt, my husband gets these invitations at work. We’ve started going to some of the parties because we’re trying to have one date night a week and these events save us a ton of money! 🙂
>This post is as beautiful as you are! Thanks for all your wonderful posts. I love reading them. Have a great holiday, you super bloggin’ mama!
>Aw thank you! Super great post.
>That was a really great post. You are a fantastic writer. I love the line, “…up close, my life has plenty of beauty, much more than it did when I was single and self-absorbed.” How true.Life has a way of showing you direction when you least expect it.
>A great, well-written post, Lucinda. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
>Glorious life affirming post… and doesn’t that get easier as one gets older?DAMN – I hope I am arrogant as hell by the time I am ninety five!Minerva
>I just LOVE it when people can see true beauty. After becoming a Mom this year, I have had so many days of just getting to work being a trial in itself. So, when someone can see through my exaustion, and when I have a moment to dedicate to myself and my appeariance it makes my day.Cheers to you as well and Happy Thanksgiving
>That’s an awesome post! Have you noticed that the fashionistas are trying to call this year’s gauchos “short pants?” It’s no use. Renaming them doesn’t make them any better.My youngest sister is wearing “short pants” to Thanksgiving dinner. I’ll be laughing inside!
>I’d take our lives over “their” lives any day of the week.Made the mushroom stuffing today. I’ll have to tell you all about it. Must finish off this Reisling now. A mother’s work is never done…Happy Thanksgiving, hon!
>What a terrific post! It sounds like you had a prety good time, but that you have a BETTER time with your husband and kids!Good For You! Hope the rest of your weekend is a lovely one…I LOVE Thanksgiving because it is generally a very easy, (except for the cooking part..(lol…..) Holiday and one that so very many people truly enjoy!
>….pretty much ready for another martini, myself. Sorry I’m late. Here from Michele’s
>Happy Thanksgiving, Pretty Woman! Life is good.
>You just “rawk,” Lucinda! Hob-knobbing with the likes of MJ and the beautiful people. (Cue the Marilyn Manson song that always freaks me out now…)I hope you had the best of best Thanksgivings! And, you’re right, too often we focus on beauty from the outside, when we have so much beauty all around us in our families, our friends, and good times. Cheers!
>I have a cold now, too, so I’m not feeling very pretty, but thank you!!You are a breath of fresh air, miss Beautiful.