i still think about rick owen’s demeanor (and why am i so attracted to him?), house tour, and particularly his closet getup to this day, even though this video is 2 years old. i’ve tried to tell you, once i fixate i fixate; probably forever, or fornever, varies depending on the degree of intrigue. i am enamored by his simplicity, thoughtfulness in curation + attentiveness to intricate design both in home and in fashion.
i need to get my ass to a museum. soon. a real one. a city one. i need to sit and stare at cryptic art for several hours, and then i will be fine.
do you know i used to jump rope? i got really good one summer and then went to mexico with my jump rope bod. i’m going to do it again. jump rope and mexico. i still have my jumprope playlist on spotify.
this week i spent (+)24 hours in my bed. like obviously, way sad. so i peeled myself out and decided to deliriously walk around an antique shop where i know the kind-hearted people who own it, where i’m called ‘darlin.’ saw really nothing besides this print peeking out of a real dusty cobweb pile. i laughed. bought it for all $7 and will keep it forever to remember this time in my life. as well as my buddha statue and a vintage clutch in pristine condition from japan. day made.
can nobody make me a gooey chocolate cake?
this week i was trying to explain to my 4 year old that my beloved grandma had passed away on a particular date, and how much i missed her. my kids don’t obviously understand the concept of death as much as i don’t know how to even begin to explain it to them. he walked over to a photo my dear friend hannah sent me for my birthday, and asks, ‘mom, this old grandma died?’ he thought she was in a wheelchair. it’s me giving her her first dance, a lap dance to the song pony by ginuwine at her own wedding. so there’s that. really appropriate in every way.
anyways. there’s really no film that out-beats notting hill for me. there’s really no actress that out-beats julia roberts for me.
sorry, did you expect me to send out a new-year-new-me-24-things-i-learned-in-2024 newsletter? fffffffff*ck no, i’m not doing that. i didn’t learn anything.
in 2025 we are normalizing the soft & sweet understanding that none of this is real. so, i’m bringing an ‘i bring a sort of ‘all these rules are made up’ vibe to everything that every institution i’ve been to don’t really like.’
my sister sent me this cute little notebook from the MoMA. rude. i like it.
as a 30 year old woman, independent, eldest daughter of 5 to teenage parents, and highly accomplished single mother of 2:
x.
Also I was just thinking about jump rope?? Send me your playlist!!
Will never get over me being the dead grandmother