My parents divorced when I was young, and money was tight. I came home one day to find she had completely transformed my bedroom. Hanging beads on the door, dragonflies from the ceiling, a new bedspread, a lamp and new toys. This was the 90s, when lava lamps and inflatable couches were big. My own little fairytale wonderland. I still don't know how she did it. That's always been her; we didn't have much, but I never once felt without.
She also used to buy me a magazine as a treat. Vogue. Harper's Bazaar. One at a time, as a special treat. I would sit and read every single page. I saved them all in a huge tub in the garage. I genuinely believe that's where it all started for me, the love of media, of editorial, of storytelling. One magazine, one treat, and somehow it became everything.