She's Infatuated
She's Infatuated
But I promise they're good recommendations
Welcome to the first installment of Mostly Beige, where I give you a look into my constant stream of consciousness. While you’re here, I thought we’d start off light with a few things I quite literally can’t stop thinking about.
Chill My Dude Playlist: Going head first with this one. Many, many hours of curation - and by curation I mean tanning on my porch while avoiding my daily responsibilities - have gone into this meticulously updated playlist that’s been on constant repeat for 2 months. Each and every song picked needed to fit my specific vibe: only wears hand-dyed and hand-sewn linen pieces + skateboarder boyfriend who still uses Snapchat + the need to be seen as the wholly unique Aquarius I am. Here I present you with surf trash mixed with some trendy faves like Tame Impala mixed with what makes me feel like grooving around my apartment while I make my second iced matcha. Here’s to hoping you enjoy those vibes.
Anything Joan Didion: I know - she’s all the rage at the moment, it’s not lost on me. Every millennial woman with a claw clip and some shade of neutral almond-shaped nails can be seen at any moment posting on her Instagram stories about reading Let Me Tell You What I Mean and she’s right. That might also be a not-so-subtle callout to myself. I’m right. Joan and I first became friends in Philosophy 100 with Play It As It Lays and she left me for a bit while I went through a distressing bout of no longer enjoying reading. Welcome 2020, a favorite creator’s book club, and Joan and I have become besties once again. I just finished Run River at the moment and enjoying the change of pace from personal essays to novels.
Neutral almond-shaped nails: Back to my not-so-subtle callout to myself. Over the past month or so I’m been on a mission to give myself the perfect set of fake nails. After a few unsavory trips to the nail salon where removing last month’s dip polish felt like my nails were being burned off, I took it upon myself to learn how to give myself pricey looking nails for a fraction of the price. It’s been a learning curve for someone with the patience of a toddler, trimming and shaping is no joke, but I’m on my 4th set with satisfactory results. They don’t look like a $70 set nails quite yet but I am fulfilling my dream of being a chic-organic modern-neutral queen.
Sweet Walter Rosé: At $10 for a bottle for essentially juice from Whole Foods, I’ve never been so excited to have a drink at 5 o’clock. If you’re a baby like me and don’t love the taste of alcohol (be honest, who does?), I promise if you take anything away from my obsessions it’s this. Semi-life changing and great to enjoy on the porch by yourself at 6:30, the Stella Donnelly radio playing on Spotify, and imagining your career as a painter in France.
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