1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="rXuRBjIakf"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/february-favorites-2025/">February Favorites</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/february-favorites-2025/embed/#?secret=rXuRBjIakf" width="600" height="338" title="“February Favorites” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="rXuRBjIakf" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> These were a few of my favorite things. Days of grey and rain; both L.A. and I needed the compulsory pause. The world abound with the idea of romance. Say what you will about the kitsch and cliché of Valentine’s Day, but what could be sweeter than darling desserts, bouquets, and a palette of cherry, burgundy, and chantilly cream at every turn? Lighting a candle every other morning. Make a ritual of work, and work will begin to feel more fulfilling than like an obligation. I’ve been burning Nepo Latrop Paupouli with as much diligence as I have devotion—so much so that even when the candle is unlit, my apartment still smells like an altar of smoked vanilla and honeyed leather. Finding two more first-edition books by Eve Babitz to add to my collection. (Another altar of sorts, for women writers whose prose has fundamentally changed, or spoken to, me.) Clarity, finally. In the holistic sense—especially after the literal dust and debris settled post-wildfires—but more (vainly) so concerning my skin. It’s been a battle over the last three years, a change largely attributed to moving cross-country, entering a new decade, and pivoting my career in such a short period. I wouldn’t…https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2025/03/romantic-red-rose-valentines-day-bouquet.jpg