1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="96tMGKZgpK"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/five-things-4-3-26/">Five Things (4.3.26)</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/five-things-4-3-26/embed/#?secret=96tMGKZgpK" width="600" height="338" title="“Five Things (4.3.26)” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="96tMGKZgpK" 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> 1. A rare afternoon at Community Goods confirmed the infamous queues are, in fact, real. I’ve only gone early in the mornings when I’m one of two, maybe three people—so to see such fanfare (with no sign of waning interest, even after all these years) was quite the spectacle. Few things are worth that kind of wait, but if you have the time and enjoy people watching, it’s certainly an experience. I’m not sure if I’d go so far as to say that their menu is worth the line around the block (I’ve only had their signature vanilla bean latte)—but it is really good. 2. Sebastian Professional kindly invited me for an appointment at The Harlot salon, where I got—without hyperbole—the textured, layered look of my dreams. What a treat it was to be in Viper’s chair, a hair artist who cuts and styles with rare, tender precision. Not a single product was used and still, my waves maintained both their shape and volume. It was a miracle with my fine 2A hair, which typically demands product to hold—proof that the magic is in the cut. 3. Spencer’s Spa expanded its WeHo location, and it’s as beautiful as the residential compound…https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2026/04/so-delicate-so-detailed-paper-mache-art-by-meagan-cignoli.jpg