Stuff I Love

I own about six silk robes now. SIX! I used to hate “slippery” fabrics but now I can’t get enough—in the form of robes. I still hate “slippery” pajamas. But there’s just something about a shower or bath and a silk robe that makes my whole night. I recently bought this one

white robe

from Kim + Ono and I wear it almost every night. How gorgeous is that peacock?!

Wanna know something else I’m completely taken with? The artwork of Boriana Mihailovska. I’ve already bought three pieces (I’m still trying to find the perfect frame for the last piece I bought).

Boriana

The third piece I bought is 18″x 24″ and will go on the wall behind (and above) these two eventually, but I’m still ruminating on whether that’s the best setup. Ya know? I want to make sure they are displayed perfectly because I love them so much! Also not one hundred percent sure if these are the perfect frames–I keep second guessing myself–but they’re the ones I like best so far.

I went to Paris on Ponce to find a large vintage-looking floor mirror, and I found a couple that I really liked but— Guys, I’m just really afraid of mirrors, ok! My older cousins tortured me when I was little with Bloody Mary and I can’t stand large mirrors! I mean, I love the way they look, but I do not like the fact that they could be a gateway to the ghost of Bloody Mary! Buying one, living with it, and just getting over this ridiculousness would likely be cheaper than going to therapy, so that’s probably what I’ll end up doing. I’m nothing if not frugal. But part of me wants to go to therapy just so I can send my cousins the bill. Jerks.

Tracee Ellis Ross. I love her! She’s so feminine–but still goofy, and I’m obsessed with ninety percent of her fashion looks. I don’t know what I’ll do if she ever decides to stop posting on Instagram. What will I do?! I don’t even want to think about it.

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I mean, look at the glowing skin and bright lip! Legendary.

That’s all for now! À la prochaîne !

Toilets & Adulthood

Do you know how much a toilet costs? No–a good toilet. A lot more than you’d expect to pay for something you poop in, let me tell you. My feeling is that the only toilet worth five hundred dollars is a toilet that I don’t have to clean–a self-cleaning toilet, if you will. But according to the folks at Home Depot, “that kind of toilet doesn’t exist,” and according to Lowe’s, “You’re probably thinking of a housekeeper, girl.” But am I? I’ve had a lot of wine, but I think I still know the difference between a self-cleaning toilet and a housekeeper. One of those options a housekeeper doesn’t have to clean. Also–me. I don’t have to clean it either.

Anyway. There is such a thing as a self-cleaning toilet, but it costs more than $500, and I don’t really trust that it’s self-cleaning. Like…am I really not going to clean my toilet? Ever? That sounds like a set-up.

Ugh.

You know how you’re twelve and you’re lounging in the backyard daydreaming of all the ways being an adult would be amazing? Then twenty years later you actually become an adult, and you spend a good portion of your weekly paycheck on silk pillowcases to prevent crow’s feet AND come to the realization that the rest of your paycheck will have to eventually go a self-cleaning toilet that you will still have to clean?

No one prepped me for this part of adulthood.

Also, it’s been more than two years and I still don’t know all the French words. WTF.