…if I didn’t just increase my 401k contribution.
God, I love these shoes so much. Adulthood has made me more sensible; I’ve lost all desire to walk around in heels all day, but I can’t do flat shoes (sneakers, ballerinas, etc.) yet. Both my self-confidence and feet feel better when elevated, and this pair of Chanel granny slingbacks is the solution to all my is-shoes. (Ha.) I also need something less overtly “sexy” to temper the mini skirts and dresses—hence a need for a pair of very expensive, very man-repelling shoes.
I admire everything Aurora James and Brother Vellies stand for: sustaining traditional African footwear through proper attribution to and artisanal job creation within Africa. Now, the yin-yang symbol is obviously borrowed from Chinese culture (the collection has obviously expanded in breadth and inspiration); it’s what drew me in the first time I saw Aurora tease it on her insta. Throw in some shearling patchwork and Ethiopian-dyed leather on a miniature hand, and somehow a handbag all the more irresistible.
It’s not just a handbag, it’s an icon. A beacon.
A bag that serves major Cher-from-Clueless vibes, only in this movie, she’s less mall-rat and more conscious consumer.
I one day aspire to be the woman whose medicine cabinets (plural, because there will multiple, and at least two) will be lined with Tata Harper and Dr. Barbara Sturm exclusively—but for now, my current top shelf situation looks like this. “Glow Drops” is probably the most attractive name a product could have: vials of reflective pigment suspended in a complexion-refining potion? Give it to me, now.
Tata Harper Redefining Body Balm, $125
Speaking of Tata: Tata Harper is one of those brands whose founder, philosophy, and product line resonate with me at the core. The formulas are beautiful (I’ve been using the Resurfacing Mask and Illuminating Moisturizer for two years now), the scent is otherworldly, and there’s a sense of accomplishment (indulgent as it may be) of being thoughtful with where/who you choose to invest in, surround your space with, and put onto your largest organ.
I’m of the camp that’s willing to spend just as much time (and money) on body care as I do on facial skincare. Unfortunately, I don’t care enough to do the things I need to maintain it (re: exercise), so anything that promises smoother, firmer-looking skin without sweating earns a swift add-to-cart. I haven’t hit “buy” just yet, though, because, see above.
Ah, the pièce de résistance. Of course I need this table to host my tea (preferably nettle tea for inflammation, green tea for caffeine) and curiosities. During the day it would be accompany me sofa-side whilst curled up on a clearance couch (how else to justify this art fixture?) when reading, and if I’m entertaining (a rarity, but a possibility that comes with adulthood), it’s cleared off as a center of display.
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Post inspired by Anna Z Gray’s newsletter.
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