1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="HVOWsBZJvc"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/five-things-10-16-26/">Five Things (10.16.26)</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/five-things-10-16-26/embed/#?secret=HVOWsBZJvc" width="600" height="338" title="“Five Things (10.16.26)” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="HVOWsBZJvc" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! 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> 1. I swear I didn’t mean to go this long sans post yet again. Time seems to be on 2X speed this year, with proof of life indicated only by invoices sent and an embarrassingly obscene Screen Time. I hate that I fall into these holes—traps of capitalism, another thinkpiece I’ve considered writing, but has already been published ad nauseam on Substack—because I know better… and yet, I’m unable (or worse, unwilling) to rise above. I work to live, scroll to unwind, order takeout, repeat. Books have piled up by the dozen and yet, I’ve only finished one (Kitten, by literary darling Stacey Yu)—which I read as a writer, not a reader. When the lines between work and pleasure blur, is self-indulgence just gluttonous? 2. The sartorial and atmospheric dissonance must be affecting my mood. Our calendar has us squarely in fall, but for Angelenos, it’s summer. I’m writing about autumnal styling and finalizing holiday campaigns for clients—but doing so in tiny tops and flip-flops, attempting to survive this heatwave. I love the sun, and could spend most of my days in Havaianas—but am I now yearning for East Coast seasonality before the climate crisis fully eradicates it? 3. Speaking of fall:…https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2026/10/burgundy-croc-manolo-blahnik-carolyne-slingback-celine-cube-frame-vanity-alaia-leather-skirt.jpg