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It's no secret that I'm a girly-girl. I get my mani-pedis (which I remind my husband are cheaper than therapy), I love fashion, makeup, watching the trends and seeing what's new. Of course, I also live in the real world, and what walks down the runway isn't generally acceptable for the office, church or running errands. There's also the teensy little fact that a lot of what happens in the fashion world is horrendously scandalous, both in terms of behavior and looks. And I don't know about you, but I have often had the experience of leafing through a "woman's magazine" in a doctor's office and thought, "Who they heck are they talking to?? This is not MY life!"

Enter Verily magazine.

This slick number has everything a girl could want: latest trends in fashion and makeup, relationship stuff, articles on culture, music, movies, books, real women sharing real stories. Their teaser issue says this in the editorial: We are aiming to show style that respects our dignity, instead of compromising it; to explore our relationships, not just sex; and feature thought-provoking articles, not just rhetoric. This is but a small step in our mission to help women lead, integrated, fulfilling lives...

I will fully admit that they had me when I hit the spread on "The Women of Downton Abbey". Oh, yeah, I'll be subscribing to this magazine!

Check it out!

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  1. Thanks for your support :) We're so glad you're able to identify with our magazine, and even gladder that you'll be subscribing!

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  2. You're welcome, Krizia! I really like what I see!

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