Just had the revelation that NOT everyone is currently obsessed with Daniel Roseberry’s incredible artistry at Schiaparelli. When I say I am FIXATED.

I’m coping well. Just getting increasingly deep into my granny era; collecting silk scarves, broaches, planning my spring flower garden, and wearing the most comfortable shoes I can all while pretending the world isn’t terrifying.

Phrase I never thought I’d say, but here I am admitting it. “I DONT care, PLEASE get back to cat show.”

Ever feel like Christianity is like, why yes we believe in invisible magical beings. But NOT those magical beings! Those are the baaaad ones.

One of my fav hobbies is collecting pretty clothing for “someday.” I wear sweatpants 90% of the time but I can bust out a frilly tulle ball gown in a moment’s notice.

A real convo with my dear mother;
Me: Hey it’s ok if we don’t believe the same things. I love and appreciate who you are.
Her: The devil is whispering things in your ear to wear you down. Your Heavenly Father has the power.
Me: Ok. Good talk, mom.

Debating getting Louvre heist dupes for the next girl’s trip. Low key iconic replayed out?

Thinking of doing some writing, working to find my authentic voice. I started worrying about criticism but realized if someone doesn’t like it, the jokes on them because they still read it.

Watching Heated Rivalries and I can’t help but think who it was that thought, “I’m gonna make hockey cool, but in a gay way.”

Hey, if anyone's thinking about getting one of those light therapy masks, it's a great investment. Just ask my three-year-old she's been entertained with it for the last hour.

When consumption outweighs creation, I remind myself everything comes in seasons.

Lululemon Align pants are just Lularoe leggings rebranded. Fight me.