My Month in Russian Red: Day 30. Last Day in Red.
So, here it is. End of the experiment. 
And I know what I need to make. 
1. I have a letter to write my favorite young person about beauty. 
2. I have a design experiment debrief to write. As far as an experiment, this one had spirit, but lacked some polish and discipline that I want future ones to have. 
3. I need to think if this is an experiment that would be interesting to do on a wider scale. 30 people? Diaries of wearing red. I’ve discovered so much — what could thirty of us do? 
And, at the end. I’ve learned. I’ve been uncomfortable. I’ve been happy. Femininity is something lovelier than it was when I started. 
So, debriefs soon and on to the next experiment next week.

My Month in Russian Red: Day 30. Last Day in Red.

So, here it is. End of the experiment.

And I know what I need to make.


1. I have a letter to write my favorite young person about beauty.


2. I have a design experiment debrief to write. As far as an experiment, this one had spirit, but lacked some polish and discipline that I want future ones to have.

3. I need to think if this is an experiment that would be interesting to do on a wider scale. 30 people? Diaries of wearing red. I’ve discovered so much — what could thirty of us do?

And, at the end. I’ve learned. I’ve been uncomfortable. I’ve been happy. Femininity is something lovelier than it was when I started.

So, debriefs soon and on to the next experiment next week.

My Month in Russian Red: Day 29: The Bad Red
When I was thinking about the type of femininity I *don’t* want, I remembered this terrible piece of lingerie that has been in the back of a drawer, with the tags on it, for about four years. 
I don’t ever remember why I bought it — was there a fantasy that involved of trashy, poor-fabric? Was it a vague attempt at Valentine’s-themed dressing? Whatever it was, I was shopping for something that wasn’t really me. 
This type of red is what I want to steer away from. The type of red that is also the cousin to the Dior counter lady that tells me I need eye cream because I’m thirty-five. This type of red just makes me feel *bad.*

My Month in Russian Red: Day 29: The Bad Red

When I was thinking about the type of femininity I *don’t* want, I remembered this terrible piece of lingerie that has been in the back of a drawer, with the tags on it, for about four years.

I don’t ever remember why I bought it — was there a fantasy that involved of trashy, poor-fabric? Was it a vague attempt at Valentine’s-themed dressing? Whatever it was, I was shopping for something that wasn’t really me.

This type of red is what I want to steer away from. The type of red that is also the cousin to the Dior counter lady that tells me I need eye cream because I’m thirty-five. This type of red just makes me feel *bad.*

My Month in Russian Red: Day 26: Podium Girl
Tonight, before I went out, I decided to wear my Podium Girl T-shirt in honor of all the amazing Tour de France cyclists who climbed Mount Ventoux today. Podium girls are those wonderful women in cute outfits who hand out awards at cycling races. I favor riding bikes over handing out awards, but, if I was ever asked, I would gladly serve as Podium Girl. 
I like to think that wearing red and sexy stuff is always just for me and my enjoyment, but that is not entirely true. Maybe the sexy and feminine come out for feats of major athletic prowess on a bicycle. Let me think on this one a bit…

My Month in Russian Red: Day 26: Podium Girl

Tonight, before I went out, I decided to wear my Podium Girl T-shirt in honor of all the amazing Tour de France cyclists who climbed Mount Ventoux today.

Podium girls are those wonderful women in cute outfits who hand out awards at cycling races. I favor riding bikes over handing out awards, but, if I was ever asked, I would gladly serve as Podium Girl.

I like to think that wearing red and sexy stuff is always just for me and my enjoyment, but that is not entirely true.

Maybe the sexy and feminine come out for feats of major athletic prowess on a bicycle.

Let me think on this one a bit…

My Month in Russian Red: Day 24: Everyday Red. 
This morning, I am taking apart my coffee grinder so I can cannibalize its parts to make an even better one. What is Russian Red doing here? Being the magic tiara of awesomeness that I am taking into my unfamiliar land of electrical engineering. 
Russian Red is competence and confidence. Even in the face of doing things I have no idea how to do. 
This week, Russian Red’s been on a date. Its had me thinking about what it means in own one’s femininity. There’s something about the make-up and beauty that tends to make all of us think we are inadequate — showing us everything we are not. 
Maybe the make-up counters should be viewed a like hardware stores: the places where we find the tools to express our beauty and femininity. 
In the realm of femininity, I am also going to guess that my ability to hold a hammer correctly and that I’m bashing apart a coffee grinder is ridiculously sexy to a large number of men. 
Or maybe it is just the competence and confidence.

My Month in Russian Red: Day 24: Everyday Red.

This morning, I am taking apart my coffee grinder so I can cannibalize its parts to make an even better one. What is Russian Red doing here? Being the magic tiara of awesomeness that I am taking into my unfamiliar land of electrical engineering.

Russian Red is competence and confidence. Even in the face of doing things I have no idea how to do.

This week, Russian Red’s been on a date. Its had me thinking about what it means in own one’s femininity. There’s something about the make-up and beauty that tends to make all of us think we are inadequate — showing us everything we are not.

Maybe the make-up counters should be viewed a like hardware stores: the places where we find the tools to express our beauty and femininity.

In the realm of femininity, I am also going to guess that my ability to hold a hammer correctly and that I’m bashing apart a coffee grinder is ridiculously sexy to a large number of men.

Or maybe it is just the competence and confidence.

My Month in Russian Red: Day 17
Marilyn Day. 
I recently watched HBO’s excellent documentary, “I Love, Marilyn,” and couldn’t help but notice her preference for red lips, too. It retells the tale of Marilyn inventing a sexy version of herself that could be turned on and off.  But I realized I loved the pictures of “real” Marilyn Monroe — the ones where she was laughing. She seemed to fully in possession of her game, enjoying life so much.
I wonder if this is the sexiest, most feminine version of Marilyn — the one we really love the most. Did the overly sexy blonde act work because we loved the trick — seeing this otherly sexy underlayer?

My Month in Russian Red: Day 17


Marilyn Day.


I recently watched HBO’s excellent documentary, “I Love, Marilyn,” and couldn’t help but notice her preference for red lips, too. It retells the tale of Marilyn inventing a sexy version of herself that could be turned on and off.  But I realized I loved the pictures of “real” Marilyn Monroe — the ones where she was laughing. She seemed to fully in possession of her game, enjoying life so much.

I wonder if this is the sexiest, most feminine version of Marilyn — the one we really love the most. Did the overly sexy blonde act work because we loved the trick — seeing this otherly sexy underlayer?

My Month in Russian Red: Day 15
This was a no good rotten day. You know, the type where you need to cry your eyes out — and that’s a good thing? 
This is what Russian Red did today: It got me off the couch, into a beautiful sari and mama’s going out to have look at art, listening to good music and have herself a glass of wine. 
There’s a Marilyn Monroe-inspired tale I’ll tell later, but it is time to go out and be pretty for pretty’s sake.

My Month in Russian Red: Day 15

This was a no good rotten day. You know, the type where you need to cry your eyes out — and that’s a good thing?

This is what Russian Red did today: It got me off the couch, into a beautiful sari and mama’s going out to have look at art, listening to good music and have herself a glass of wine.

There’s a Marilyn Monroe-inspired tale I’ll tell later, but it is time to go out and be pretty for pretty’s sake.

My Month in Russian Red, Day 11. Beth discovers serious, grown-up make-up.
Truthfully, I was hating this stuff and feeling very fake and shellacked. Then, I took this picture, with my computer’s camera and haven’t done a single Photoshop adjustment. 
So, yes, I am ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille. And I now head to the Dior counter whenever I need to look fabulous on film. In real life, this much make-up just feels like it is in the way.

My Month in Russian Red, Day 11. Beth discovers serious, grown-up make-up.


Truthfully, I was hating this stuff and feeling very fake and shellacked. Then, I took this picture, with my computer’s camera and haven’t done a single Photoshop adjustment.


So, yes, I am ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille. And I now head to the Dior counter whenever I need to look fabulous on film.

In real life, this much make-up just feels like it is in the way.

Citizen B

Citizenship experiment slightly delayed for a good reason: I just found SquareSpace and am setting up an amazing site. Wow. Beautiful templates.

My Month in Russian Red: Day 10. 
I think I look like my grandmother in this picture. It is a hot day in Chicago and I’m wearing my favorite cotton shift dress that I’ve had for years. It is a J.Crew dress that I tailored and it fits perfectly. I remember a friend describing wearing a Dior dress and how no matter how heavy it was, a dress fitted to you should make you feel like you have nothing on. 
Maybe there is something about details — good ones — that make the thing not get in the way. The good dress and the Russian Red acted like arrows through the sluggishly hot day. So far, dress, lipstick, and I have had a pretty stellar day, despite the heat.

My Month in Russian Red: Day 10.


I think I look like my grandmother in this picture. It is a hot day in Chicago and I’m wearing my favorite cotton shift dress that I’ve had for years. It is a J.Crew dress that I tailored and it fits perfectly. I remember a friend describing wearing a Dior dress and how no matter how heavy it was, a dress fitted to you should make you feel like you have nothing on.

Maybe there is something about details — good ones — that make the thing not get in the way. The good dress and the Russian Red acted like arrows through the sluggishly hot day. So far, dress, lipstick, and I have had a pretty stellar day, despite the heat.

My Month in Russian Red, Day Nine

I’m starting to feel a little old-fashioned. I also feel like it is time to go into serious makeover montage mode. If I am going to pull this off all month, I think it is time to step up my beauty game.