One of my all-time favorite comments from a reader came in response to one of my all-time favorite memories: observing Mr. Magpie over a languid birthday dinner and realizing that he had — and I thought of the phrase in French first, as there is no better way to put it — returned to himself after a tumultuous year or two. One of my Magpies had this to say:
‘My best friend and I call those “golden moments.” The ones that feel so full and true that they keep you warm your whole lifetime.”
I have been thinking about golden moments ever since — returning to ones I love, preserving them in a kind of makeshift order, burnishing them.
Another: rolling pasta with my sisters in our petite apartment in Manhattan, doubled over with laughter over — nothing. The inanities of sisterly friendship, the warmth and ease of the evening, the utter lack of pretense.
Another: fat tears rolling down my cheeks the first day I returned from the hospital with mini. My mother had folded down the sheets of my bed in anticipation of my arrival. The narrowness of this loving gesture against the big, ineffable that of new motherhood, overwhelmed me to the point of tears. My mother looked up. “What is it?” “I don’t know. I’m just…overwhelmed.” She came around the side of the bed, gathered me up in her arms, and held me like I was a baby while I cradled my own. Three generations of loving women.
Another: unanticipated tears of gratitude on Thanksgiving day for friendship in a world where many walk alone. (Incidentally, a few dozen of you have written to say that you’ve adopted this lovely prayer for your own families and I could not be happier.)
Another: Mr. Magpie’s face when he found out we were having a boy. I will never forget his red-rimmed eyes, wide with surprise and something else — excitement? — or the way I tried to momentarily distract myself, pull myself together, by focusing intently on the screen in front of us in that dark room as the technician performed the sonogram, before I thought: “But why?” and locked eyes with him and cried. And then after the technician had left the room, sitting down on his lap in a long, quiet, happy embrace.
So many golden moments from the past year to be grateful for, and I was thinking about them with particular intentionality as I listened to Kasey Musgraves’ “Golden Hour” song while cooking a few recipes from my new favorite cookbook (she does not shy away from bold flavors and I love her for that — I made her glazed chicken wings, coconut rice, and slaw and all were delicious) the other day:
“All that I know
Is you caught me at the right time
Keep me in your glow
‘Cause I’m having such a good time
Baby don’t you know?
That you’re my golden hour
The color of my sky
You’ve set my world on fire
And I know, I know everything’s gonna be alright...”
What are your favorite golden moments from recent memory — or even golden hours?
+I know it’s a long while off, but I anticipate many golden moments this summer when Mr. Magpie and I are packing up our family (we’ll be parents to TWO) and traveling to Tuscany for seven days. I imagine I’ll wear Diane Lane-esque shirt-dresses like this.
+But back to reality: it’s cold in these parts. I love the color and shape of this elegant wool topper, especially paired with a sophisticated pointed-toe flat like this (<<what a steal! Looks like Manolo Blahnik to me, but costs less than $100?! I love it in black and lilac.)
+In a desperate attempt to banish winter blahs, I ordered some of this. Stay tuned for the full review.
+How adorable are these pearl hangers for a child’s wardrobe? Perfect for displaying a special gown (christening?)
+In answer to my recent query: why don’t I wear more interesting pants? These. On sale. I’m tempted to buy them even though I can’t fit into them at the moment (21 weeks pregnant!)
+The art of tsundoku.
+OK – THIS IS EVERYTHING. (And on sale.)
+Why don’t these come in my size? Or mini’s? Harrumph.
+I am not just a bag lady — I’m a pouch lady. I have so many pouches inside each of my bag, it’s borderline ridiculous. BUT it makes everything easy to find and organized and it’s far simpler when you’re switching bags for a day. (I’m currently in a weird limbo where I don’t need the diaper bag that often and can get away with a dramatically pared down version, so I’m always adding/removing pouches.) Anyway, I found these clear pouches from the same brand that makes my beloved packaging cubes, and they are just like my (overpriced) Truffle bags!
+This looks like a really good wardrobe basic.
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A few of you asked whether I could start including a visual carousel of the products I mention in these posts at the bottom. I’m testing that out here — let me know if you like / do not like!