The cover drew me in. A beautiful photo, great design, intriguing headlines. I bought the magazine and quickly became a fan. I bought a few more when they came out.
I struggled with reading a magazine called "Weekend" since my life, with young children felt like it never included a weekend. Of course, there were Saturdays and Sundays, but not what I would consider a weekend. Groundhog Day, you know? Every day is much the same, and when the weekend comes, while there is a shift in schedule, the days are still filled with bottom wiping, meal preparing, disciplining, noisiness, exhaustion and duties. It is hard to relate to a magazine called Weekend that features articles about day trips, house projects and book reviews. And includes photos of people lying on rafts in floppy hats, and napping and reading novels, and hosting candlelight dinner parties with adult friends.