Lately I have noticed that my nails are a mess. I am not one to have perfectly manicured fingers, but there are mini San Andreas fault lines cracking through some of them which make it hard to deny the mess. The last time this happened I had just moved from L.A. to San Francisco to live with the hallucinating, organic-eating homeopaths and was about to start my new job.

So I’ve been making conscious efforts to de-stress and to try my hardest to stop thinking the world is about the end. Today I started by sweeping and swiffering the floor (because having a clean floor is like having a whole new beginning entirely) and then I had a piece of cheesecake and watched The September Issue. It’s a documentary about Anna Wintour and Vogue’s creative director Grace Coddington and the wild process behind their infamous September issue. While the cheesecake was good (especially since I smashed up some fresh strawberries for a simple compote topping) the movie was ridiculous. It was a gazillion times better than The Devil Wears Prada. For just a second you get to be part of the elusive, seductive fashion world. And damn is it sexy.