Author Archives: fromthepurplecouch

Down the Drain

“Don’t spend your money on something that’s going to go down the drain.” This wisdom was offered to me when I was debating between buying the Byredo Mojave Ghost body wash or body lotion. Both offer the same delicious scent (and I’m not one of those people who uses “delicious,” but it’s really the best […]

When You Can’t Find a Rabbit, Find a Rose

I’m a sucker for a story. I think stories matter. Words matter. Names matter. I have a fragrance named Grace from Philosophy and a lipstick named Grace from Charlotte Tilbury and a lipstick named Grace from Nars and a lipstick named Grace from Hourglass and a cat named Grace from New York City. (And when […]

Beware of Rabbits

Like Alice, I’ve never met a rabbit I didn’t chase. It’s not that I go out hunting them. They just sort of find me, much like the Lena Dunham Instagram post did. I spot a rabbit, and the chase begins. I won’t even lie for the sake of metaphor and say that I slowly and […]

What I Did for (Puppy) Love

I need to tell you a secret, and while I know you will be shocked, I hope you will not be disappointed in me. I was not a Broadway baby. Yes, I started performing locally when I was 7-years-old, and I basically grew up onstage. But I wasn’t that kid who poured over Broadway legends […]

Coming Clean

About a year ago, I began to reassess my relationship with health and beauty when I read an Instagram post by Lena Dunham. (Yes, Lena Dunham. What? Where do you get your news?) She was posting about the launch of Gwyneth Paltrow’s skincare line, Goop. I had never really listened to beauty news before. (Lies. […]

Pre-Existing

Please don’t be fooled. I write about fashion and makeup and puppies. I make jokes about reality, and I even dip my toe in fiction. But I am also a human being with real stuff, and just when I thought I could go light, they went heavy. I have a pre-existing condition. Actually, I have […]

Puppies

“Live the life you’ve imagined.” That’s what my pillow says. But friends, I have a vivid and shifting imagination. One day I’m an almost-lawyer, and another day I own a clothing store. For a minute, I was a poor man’s Seth Meyers. Or John Oliver. (Actually, I fancy myself a Seth Meyers meets Mindy Kaling, […]