…if I didn’t have to pay for a mortgage or replace my dance shoes.
I never knew I could want a bougie lemon juicer, but alas, here we are. Thirty dollars is affordable, but really, Kim? That’s gas money. Don’t be extra. Keep on keepin’ on with your fork.
(It sure is pretty, though.)
Longing for Greece again as I start to layer up and and morph into the Michelin man. This tiny tube (literally) is the last thing a Jersey girl needs in mid-November, but a girl can dream.
I’ve been dreaming about this bag for a solid three years. The end.
In a world where Byredo and Le Labo have become the new Viktor and Rolf Flowerbomb, Kilian continues to reign the territory in between luxury niche and wearable. Once I finish Tom Ford Black Orchid (which I like to spritz over a vanilla base, like Lush’s Vanillery), I’m beelining to Saks to pick up a bottle of Good Girl Gone Bad.
I need this print in my condo. Emphasis on need. I’ve been searching everywhere for this Robert Bubel piece to no avail (including Saatchi, where it’s no longer available).
. . .