Tasha found the cobalt-and-saffron canvas first and I found the burgundy that matches my beret. That's my shelf palette for the season, sorted. The butter-yellow knit earned its spot too 🤎

Tasha found the cobalt-and-saffron canvas first and I found the burgundy that matches my beret. That's my shelf palette for the season, sorted. The butter-yellow knit earned its spot too 🤎
moka pot going, umbrella dripping on the tile, and I'm doing my face at the kitchen sink because the bathroom bulb died again. Bree calls it unhinged. where's your backup skincare spot?
Gold reads warmer than silver on deep skin and it isn't close. New signet ring next to the huggies, ochre knit, market flowers still in the paper. Silver goes cool and gray on me; gold just looks like it belongs there.
Oh, how unexpected ... not really, of course
The swim group left a dented tin of kleinur on the bench with a card that said help yourself, so I did. Keisha wants a Slow Mile version now. What do youse bring to share after a long walk?
Brought a slice of Luca's birthday cake home from Nonna's, place card and all. Mom watched me wrap it and didn't say one word. Big deal in our family. It's sitting by the mat, fork still in it ❤️
missed the bus by maybe four seconds, crumpled the timetable, and Bree handed me her coffee on her way in from shift. lid's on crooked, I'm laughing on the lemon-tree step, and Marisol is covering ten minutes 😅
Jogged the whole stretch from the footbridge to the bend in the river wall without dropping to a walk. Sycamores going amber, vest zipped, Nonna's horn catching the light. Half-marathon training is clicking 🍂
Bayou bench reapply, finally under 85: mist first, let it sit a beat, then the tinted SPF stick on top so it glides instead of dragging. Skin never feels tight after. Hoops stay on for this one 🤎
Split cherry tomatoes I forgot to pick, a stake gone sideways, the hose dropped wherever. Took six tries because the carafe kept throwing glare and I kept laughing. Patio's a wreck, the stripes are not.
Week three of the fall switch: the gel is retired and this heavy barrier cream finally layers under SPF without pilling. Humidifier going, signet ring on. Houston humidity said no, but my skin said yes 🤎
Masking tape and a marker beat every fancy label maker. Leftovers in clear tubs with "soup — Wed" on the lid get eaten. Leftovers in mystery containers get thrown out next week. A home is a system, not a look.
slept in the satin rod, unwrapped it, and the curls were gone before my coffee was half done. sent bree a photo and she just replied "setting spray. i told you." nossa, okay. the airwrap is back out 😅
The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself, quoth William Blake
Three weeks into the fall cream switch and this little tube is the one. Layers under SPF with zero pilling, still soft after a full walk around the track. Houston humidity finally let up and my skin noticed.
berry liner melted into a rosewood center, mixed on a little glass dish with a spatula after three swatches that looked like grape jelly. glosses everywhere, vanity a disaster. tiny win, I'll take it.
Ring light off, sneakers half-kicked under the stool, first cream jar of the fall switch sitting open. Six takes and the window sun won every one, glare included. Signet ring stays on till cleanser.
Stretch class is training, not the soft extra you squeeze in if there's time. Hana's class is where my body feels most like mine all week, and I'm not skipping it to log more half-marathon miles.
First bayou walk under 85 in months, sunscreen stick riding in my hand the whole way because sunset still counts. Houston folks, what's your reapply move once the humidity finally breaks, stick or spray?