La Condesa in Marie Claire
I remember talking to Ari, sending her photos and answering questions. But even so, I don't know, I just couldn't believe it. At first, I thought it was for her blog, and when it's for blogs, you're more relaxed because it feels like familiar territory. It's all in my head. Plus, I hadn't asked her when it was coming out or anything because I was embarrassed to seem pushy (it's strange how my embarrassment only appears at the most unexpected times), and it stresses me out when people ask me when I'm going to publish something. In short, I wasn't mentally prepared, nope, I wasn't.
So when my Consort called me on Friday to tell me that a friend had seen me in Marie Claire, I didn't understand anything. Where? In the print edition? But I have it, it can't be, I haven't seen myself. THE JANUARY ISSUE!! What? Is it out already? Ehhh!!!
Of course, I ran to a newsstand, this time there was no agonizing wait, it was already there... but I wasn't, I wasn't mentally prepared at all. Not at all. That's why I spent all Friday crying. Maybe I was feeling low, maybe it was Friday and I was very tired, maybe seeing my little jacket looking so cute touched me, maybe Christmas is exhausting and it hasn't even started, maybe I arrived at my Consort's work and he was waiting for me more excited than my mother... I don't know, but if last time I broke into nervous laughter, this time I broke into uncontrollable tears. Just like that. I'd show someone the photo, and by the time they looked at me to congratulate me, my eyes were already watery.
On top of that, my Consort bought the pocket edition and was showing it to every good soul who crossed our path:
-The Consort: Enriqueeee!!!! (an acquaintance 4 meters away from us, already leaving the restaurant)
-Enrique: Mario, how are you? It's been so long!
-Yes, it's true, a long time, how's everything going?
-Well, so-so, because you see...
-Oh (he interrupts) well my wife was featured in Marie Claire... yes, LOOK (magazine to the nose). And she's the best jacket designer in the world and that's why she's been named the most important blogger in the entire world, ever, and soon she'll be gracing dozens of covers that are already calling her.
Here, my eyes well up seeing him so proud, and I can't speak to tell that poor man that no, my Consort is crazy (about me) and makes a mountain out of a molehill, but of course, the other man looks at me and I have such a constricted face that he almost bows. I manage to stammer:
-No, no, the bloggy girl of the month... in Marie Claire, because I make jackets... but not a designer... they don't talk about designers, but about people who started with DIYs and prospered, but...
-Nonsense, she's the bloggy girl of the year and makes the best jackets in the world. Don't you want her to make you one? You should. Sit down and let her take your measurements
-Well, the thing is, I'm in a bit of a hurry.
-Okay, but give me your number and I'll call you and ask your wife if she wants one. Everything's fine with you, right? I'm so glad. And buy Marie Claire this month, okay? Ciao!
It's been like this all weekend, well, actually always. Only now he calls me Bloggy Girl all the time: "Bloggy girl, come here," "Where's the house's Bloggy Bear?"
I think that's why I've taken a while to post the news, to regain some composure and not burst into tears with every call from a friend or comment from an acquaintance... though I can't guarantee anything, I might flood the keyboard at the slightest provocation.
Millions of thanks to Ari from Fashionísima for thinking of me and a thousand hugs to the other protagonists who are also featured (tell me, did you also cry or am I just a wimp?): Cristina, El Estudio de la Casita de Wendy (I love you, adoptive parents) and Yatt. It's clear that this woman, Ariadna, is doing an amazing job promoting blog work in print media; she's a physical bridge between two worlds destined to gradually understand each other, and we are all tremendously grateful to her for it.
A thousand hugs
The Countess, emotionally weak