this morning i went down an insane tiktok rabbit hole of this woman who found a rug buried deep underground in her backyard. i watched all 22 (at the time of writing) videos of the saga, the most recent being that the cadaver dogs had hit their marks over the rug. i was in awe, entertained and invested; i was clamoring to share it with everyone i would come across. and then i remembered that i had this newsletter. so, hey again.
about a month or two ago, i came across these two guys giving away a bunch of free stuff that their landlords wanted to get rid of. i took home half of a gorgeous dinnerware set, splitting it with a girl i had met mere seconds earlier. (we have plans to have a dinner party using our new, shared dishes). my best friend stored them at her apartment nearby until today when she brought them to me, along with my birthday gift: vintage dessert trays that we both became obsessed with when having dinner at a cafe in bushwick. as i shuffled home with my bag full of miscellaneous plates, (and maybe this is a stretch), i got to thinking about how we gather the things in our lives. i hope to have all of those dishes well into my adulthood, maybe even forever. it could be just a hoarding tendency, but i like the idea of attaching sentimentality to things simply because you like them enough to claim them for yourself. does that make sense?
i’m my grandmother’s granddaughter, in the way that we both looooove a tchotchke. when i visited her a few weeks back, i took photos of all the trinket corners of her home and her bedroom. her display of cow figurines dressed in various costumes, empty miniature glass vases clustered together, multiple perfume bottles i’m sure she ordered after going through her collection of free samples, two (maybe three) sets of mickey and minnie mouse salt and pepper shakers. it’s so silly, but i felt connected to my grandma that way.
i love going into my friends’ apartments and seeing the things that they have collected, purchased, refurbished, treasured; every little thing that makes their home unique to them and their tastes and their interests. adult show and tell, if you will.
there could be a case made for the “less is more” mentality, and i’m sure certainly that minimalism is good for the soul and yada yada yada. but life is so short and nothing matters i think, so just f*ck it and buy that tchotchke if you want it!
Sh*t I Can’t Stop Thinking About
it’s snoopy season! i purchased an enamel pin of the classic puffer snoopy, but then baggu came out with this bag and this laptop sleeve and now i’m waiting until that next payday for them to be mine.
the new album from the band, michelle. no skips.
my friend/personal icon/new substack writer jeavonna wrote about overcoming the ick and i genuinely laughed out loud on the train when i read the first two paragraphs. god, i love her.
i watched scream for the first time ever and it was such a wild ride.
agatha all along has officially concluded (the lilia episode…. damn) and i’ll be living inside of this hot ones video of patti lupone and aubrey plaza being the duo i didn’t know we needed.
i started a book club and it’s sitting slightly idle but i’m hoping to revive it in the year. you can join it here on discord (yeah.. discord).
surprisingly, one of my favorite moves of the year was the substance, a campy and grotesque body horror about female beauty standards, aging, hollywood, all the things. they dropped a merch line and multiple people sent me the link to the water bottle, which is now sold out and will haunt my dreams forever!
happy november to all who celebrate! hope to see you soon. xx