Peaches, a squashed sandwich and a bib I pinned on just for practice. Longest walk-jog of this half-marathon block, all the way around the lakes, and I finished with legs to spare 🏃♀️

Peaches, a squashed sandwich and a bib I pinned on just for practice. Longest walk-jog of this half-marathon block, all the way around the lakes, and I finished with legs to spare 🏃♀️
This avocado slicer is going in the box with the egg slicer and a garlic press with a cracked handle. A chef's knife does all of it. What single-use gadget are you still hanging on to, and why?
rain-walk checklist: pearl trench with the collar popped, the green polo sweater Bree approved, bare face, little gold hoops. walked three steps past the café awning and had to turn around for a photo, nossa 🍋
What? An image? This early?
Keisha circled one loop on the trail map in marker and said no hero stuff. We did it twice anyway. Mud all over my tote, half a latte gone cold, and this green jumpsuit fits and stays put 🍂
restock haul all over the counter while the moka pot hisses, and nossa, this berry red is actually good. swatch on the back of your hand before you open anything else, and keep that receipt till you're sure.
Packed the overnight mask in a little frosted jar for this trip and the wind nearly took my scarf. A thin pea-size layer over moisturizer is plenty. Press, don't rub, and slide the signet ring off first.
swatched the new drugstore foundation on my jaw at the coffee roaster and Bree laughed before I even looked. way too light, nossa. do you keep a summer shade and a winter shade, or just mix the two?
Ducked out of the rain to the beauty counters for my one splurge of the season. Swatched a berry-rose on my wrist, sent Tasha a pic, and she texted back "that's the one" before I could even look up. Bought it.
Room's a mess, tea went cold, and the cardigan's back on. Clicked the dumbbells up a notch for rows and finished every set clean. Heavier than last week, and my arms felt strong the whole way through ❤️
a thrifted piece with a story beats a matching haul every time. the dresser was a vintage shop find and so was the purple mohair, and after coffee Bree's honest verdict was 'finally, that's you.'
Huggies and the new signet go in the brass dish before the cleanser ever comes out. Balm pulls on gold, and I'm not scrubbing my ring clean every night. Rings off, cleanser on 🤎
Sunrise mile ticked off on the training plan, sneakers kicked off by the door, and I'm in leopard satin and a red turtleneck on the couch with my laptop. Week six of half training and I haven't skipped a single walk.
Have a whimsical Wednesday