This Compass throw pillow by Zach Terrell probably won’t help my abysmal sense of direction, but at least if I lay my head on it long enough I can say I’ve absolutely tried everything.
I’m pretty sure I’m not sophisticated enough to wear a silk scarf. To walk around seriously with something so delicate and chichi tied around my neck seems like a joke. I’ve been gifted tons (go figure), and they sit folded in a drawer I rarely open. On what occasion do you wear one, anyway? A funeral or something, right? Good & Co.’s scarves have changed my attitude. Slightly. The fun mix of photography and travel and art and style — and that they probably feel like butter melting in your hands — has me, for the first time, convinced I’m ready to handle the look.
Because the holes in my Converse aren’t cool anymore and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stay away from striped anythings, I think I probably should get a pair of the new Keds x Kate Spade canvas sneakers. If not for the fun 60s-inspired pointy toes and screaming red insoles, then to spare my socks.
We’ve all been there. You’re late to a party, but there’s still at least a quarter of a bottle of wine left. And yes, you’re drinking wine because vodka makes you crazy and tequila makes you sick. But it’s not efficient. It takes too long and there’s no way you’re willing to share. So, you do what any class act does: you chug or carefully pour it down into a crumpled, used water bottle and watch as the red liquid uncouthly runs down the sides. Yum. But, see, you don’t have to do that anymore. Nope. All you need are one of these nifty tumblers made solely to enable your drinking habit. And because you don’t want anyone sneaking a swig, go ahead, get something frightening engraved.
Or just your initials.
Did you play “ballerina” as a little kid? And wear tulle and practice twirling in the mirror and put your hair in a bun and do things like curtsy? I didn’t. I wasn’t the “ballerina girl” growing up — I was the girl who played tag with the boys and lost all her baby teeth before reaching the age of 7. But I was still envious of the pretty tutus and and bows and stuff like that. Suddenly, though, my style is starting to expand. And to the surprise of many, I have decided to dabble in some girliness, starting with pining over Paper Crown’s delicate Jasper dress. The full skirt with multiple tulle layers is pretty-girl cute, but also sassy, and the fitted bodice makes sure your shape doesn’t get lost. Also black, naturally, because who am I kidding?
![I am the person that exits the subway and looks around for ten three minutes before deciding which direction I need to take. Even though I grew up in N.Y.C., I am always lost. Don’t ask me for directions, don’t ask me which way is North, don’t assume I know anything at all below Houston. Not that it’ll solve my problem, but Three Jane’s Map Necklace seems perfectly appropriate for a lost soul like myself. The gold plate and location marked by a single, tiny diamond is elegant, edgy and even handy. Not that I’d put my actual address on it or anything, God. Options include everything from specific colleges to exotic countries — and, of course, custom designs. [h/t The Cut]
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I am the person that exits the subway and looks around for ten three minutes before deciding which direction I need to take. Even though I grew up in N.Y.C., I am always lost. Don’t ask me for directions, don’t ask me which way is North, don’t assume I know anything at all below Houston. Not that it’ll solve my problem, but Three Jane’s Map Necklace seems perfectly appropriate for a lost soul like myself. The gold plate and location marked by a single, tiny diamond is elegant, edgy and even handy. Not that I’d put my actual address on it or anything, God. Options include everything from specific colleges to exotic countries — and, of course, custom designs.
[h/t The Cut]
I’ve been using the same two ratty shower towels for the past few years. I know. Gross. Stringy edges, bleach stains, rough parts — none of it is good. But I just can’t. I can’t bring myself to replace them. Towels are just one of those things that you never want to buy; they’re something you want to be gifted (or given to you by your mom). Like socks. Or non-drugstore hand soap. Every time I think about biting the bullet, I end up throwing them in the wash and let the pathetic cycle begin all over again. Sigh. Well, it’s enough already. I decided it’s time to pull myself together and get myself some grownup towels. Brahms Mount makes these handcrafted beauties that caught Cool Hunting’s attention, and now mine. I mean, linen, people. Linen.
