1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="nRA2UCrN6S"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/savoring-summer/">Savoring Summer</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/savoring-summer/embed/#?secret=nRA2UCrN6S" width="600" height="338" title="“Savoring Summer” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="nRA2UCrN6S" 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> A list of things—some sweet, others sweaty, but nothing sour. How is it August already? There’s a part of me that’s grateful for the start of fall because it relieves some of the pressure of Doing Fun Things™ in summertime, but another that can’t help but mourn its nearing end. I’m not a fan of heat (though I find any temperature below 56° deplorable), don’t know how to dress in hot weather (like most women, it’s a constant battle between loving tiny things and grappling with the reality of the world we live in; the latter tends to win), and prefer my caffeinated drinks hot. Still, I love summer from the comfort of my air-conditioned apartment. Summer is for languid days, easy romances, endless nights. Fall is when reality sets back in. So, a list to celebrate and remember the best of summer, so far: Freshly washed sheets A fluffy duvet Reading in bed Reading on the floor Frixion Erasable Fineliners, for underlining poignant passages with peace of mind Perfumed packages, piled high White t-shirts Perfect denim First dates Fifth dates Midday showers Body butter Warm skin Sun-kissed Sleeping in Late-night writing Late-night phone calls Nekohama x Oishii strawberry matcha…https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/08/the-woman-destroyed-simone-de-beauvoir-ysl-candy-glaze-lip-gloss-balm.jpg