Stuff! Stuff! Stuff!

The stuff! It arrived! And oh, it feels so good. Yes, it’s a little gross in this moment to be a glutton for things but, I just LOVE them so much. The moving van basically deposited 40 boxes of our belongings in our driveway last Friday afternoon, my mom was in town, and she looked on totally horrified as I ripped sequined item after feathered item after gigantic hot pink faux-fur glittering Marc Jacobs runway coat with enormous candy-hued buttons made of pink lucite out of box after box. After box.

Me going to school drop off wearing everything I own at once.

The magic moving van brought me my Vibi Venezia green and white striped Mary Janes, which I bought in February 2020 intending to wear that spring but never had a chance to. It brought me a vintage dress I bought to wear after Phoebe was born, but never had the chance to. An unworn pair of Celine jelly sandals I bought to wear spring 2020, but never had the chance to. All these things, c…