just random shit

a nice compilation of things

one thing about me is i’m going to hyper-fixate. if you know me personally, then you know this very well, and i’m certain you’re laughing right now. hi mom!

i like what i like, and when i like it i really like it.

anyways, here are some of my current hyper-fixations in life by way of attractions, cravings & distractions. in no particular order besides alphabetical, of course.

I. animal prints

i feel like this first started for me last winter when i watched lily allen’s & david harbour’s home tour on AD. their brooklyn townhome was honestly strange and totally unique to them- which i loved. there were patterns everywhere, and i got drawn into this tiger print, used for the carpet and couch. i don’t know. i just thought it was kind of fucking cool. and here i am thinking about it literally a year later. told you. then nordic knots just did their jessie andrews (dream girl) collab, and imo they absolutely nailed the mid century colors & patterns. i’m obsessed. then i stumbled upon necchi architecture; their stunning design for the hotel chateau d’eau. the colors, animal prints, lusty darkness. this is where i’ll stay when i make my grand return to paris.

II. cinematic holidays

as in, i want my life to be a film. i want the classic holiday chaos, fun, laughter, story. i am craving winter this year for the first time in my adult life. i’ll blame pinterest and a little nostalgia. i’m known to traditionally host a completely unhinged thanksgiving dinner.. more on holiday fun, dressing & hosting here in a bit.

III. dishevelry

i guess this is more of an observation of acceptance than hyper-fixation, but i’ve decided the only word to describe me in general- my fashion sense, design process, life approach etc. is: disheveled. i’ve just never felt like i had anything ‘together’ (haha), and then i became a mom and it exemplified it x1000. i’m always seemingly in a rush to do whatever it is i’m doing and spilling my coffee on myself in the process, rolling up to preschool drop off, getting to whatever appointment / meeting i’m trying to get to,

*re. preschool drop off; my preschool drop off uniform is strictly donni. in the photo below i’m wearing their perfect red cotton cashmere knit, and the navy jersey set. pajama-like comfort but paired with my favorite trusty ballerinas (i’ve had these for almost 3 years!)- can’t lose.

fruit snacks falling out of my yoga mat in class etc. i’m constantly throwing whatever on and it just doesn’t ever feel like the effortless sexy vibe, just purely disheveled. i, me, the certified tired girl™, was asked the other day how to dress chic as a mom and i was like: ? this outfit was from my dirty hamper and i only own one bra lady. (was it candid enough(?) vibes) i could actually really run with this now that i’m typing it out. leaning into my dishevelry. please stay tuned for the full novel.

IV. particularly this meme

no context needed.

*note: i forgot to rename the title of this post in my drafts before it was sent out, i hope you enjoyed receiving ‘just random shit’ in your inbox this fine sunday morning. maybe she’s born with it. maybe it’s the 300 mg of caffeine.*