So yesterday after I got the divorce papers signed, I decided to have an artist's date with myself. This is a concept of Julia Cameron in her book, the Artist's Way and I was introduced to the idea two years ago when I moved back to Glasgow. Julia suggests that the Artist Date is a festive, solo expedition to explore something that interests you. Artist dates should fire up the imagination. They should spark whimsy.
Firstly, I went to my favourite hairdressers in George Square and got a fabulous pixie cut citing Selma Blair as my style inspiration. I chatted with my very sound hairdresser, Meg about love, the power of being single, how to rock Covid masks, Mac glitter eye make up and the best post lock down places to go out in Glasgow. I got style tips on dried flowers and fake plants. I was inspired by a tattoo of an arrow on the finger of the receptionist which represents moving forward (we both agreed this one had a lot of potential for me).
At this point, I decided that my Artist's Date would just be to hang out and absorb the creative and resilient vibe that the city was giving me. Inspired by Meg's glitter eye shadow, I decided to go to the Mac store in Frasers where I met possibly the nicest girl on earth who helped me choose some kick-ass make-up. She frowned on lip gloss as it will come off when wearing a mask. It's all about the eye make-up and matt lip powder. I wanted a moisturising face mask so she sent me off to Lush because she said it was better and cheaper. What a girl.
New food places have popped up following lock down where you get a burger in foil, a can of coke or IPE beer and scan the menu with your phone. All done with zero effort, great acceptance and total fucking coolness. I love Glasgow. I felt inspired by the style, the chat, the creativity and the adaptability. It reminded me of a scene in SATC where Carrie says that she often chose to buy Vogue in her earlier days in NY over food because she felt that it fed her more. Yesterday, on my artist's date, post lock-down Glasgow completely fed me.
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