I Cried Over the Badge Magic
Musings of a high school senior's mom
If you clicked this it’s probably because you either (a) have no idea what Badge Magic is or (b) know what Badge Magic is and are wondering how it crossed into the land of Substack. A few (very few, my high school senior is quick to remind me) of you may remember my blog, now archived at AlexandraBeverlyHills but the url that gave me an insider view of mommy blogging was BeverlyHillsMom.com, a lifestyle blog that covered stories where style and design, television (primarily kids’), beauty and Beverly Hills momming met.
As a native of the Deep South living in the most photographed city on earth, it afforded me dream access to all the most exciting stories happening and was endless fun for my family. I was raising my child in a place I grew up watching on television. It gave me a great creative outlet while my baby slept and by the time Instagram and influencer culture rolled around, I was ready for a new focus. I picked up painting again and have been fully immersed in pursuing everything in that practice.
I decided when I erased about the tenth snarky comment I had begun and refrained from posting on Facebook, Instagram and Tiktok (after it came back, ha), I decided that I really need an actual outlet to write again. The old blog is archived and rickety but you can reference it any time, so I’ll be writing here on Substack, at least until I get BeverlyHillsMom.com built for all the feelings I have about this time in my life.
But I digress. I do that. You came to find out what the haystacks Badge Magic is and why I cried.
I am in the final stretch of having a child become an adult and leave for college - this twelfth grade mom existence is BRUTAL. The finite toll of time rang in my head when I was purging a cabinet of all the arts and crafts and sewing supplies, and there was the *Badge Magic, a special adhesive precut to fit Cub and Boy Scout uniform badges so Mom doesn’t have to sew them on. I swear, if an actual knife had gone in my heart, it wouldn’t have hit me any harder. I realized that I was never going to need the magic again, and I cried like someone stole my puppy.
*this is not a sponsored post