gifts that are wishful
One of my holiday traditions, certainly rationalized by the fact that my birthday is two days before Christmas, is to purchase a little something for myself. Plus, I’m turning 30 next month, so I’d like something a little more soothing than a tattoo to mark the occasion. Self-pity? Perhaps. But oh, does it feel good. Here are this year’s picks.
I’d take any of the beauty products from my namesake line.
Which raises the question: why am I always so fucking negative?
Packing heat. In my seat.
My daughter’s initial would look perfect engraved on this bracelet.
Once upon a time, when I subscribed to NY Magazine, I would skip all the juicy bits and flip straight to the “How did you spend your money today?” feature. I’m dumping NY Mag and subscribing to Kate Consumption’s illustrated zine, which delivers a different luscious fantasy 365 days a year.
My schoolmarm streak runs deep.
Probably not so practical for the frozen tundra of equatorial Florida, but I plan on wearing it anyway.
Sexy sterling patent leather from Le SportSac.
A six-pack of block-printed birdies to clean up my dirty.
In addition to birds, I also collect heads.
MeRor, MeRor in my hand, who’s the fairest in the land?
So in addition to birds and heads, I also collect nudes. (So much self-revelation today! I’m feeling a bit, um, exposed.)
For nights when I’m channeling an Art Deco goddess.
My mismatched glasses won’t feel so lonely anymore.
My old man/cool girl cardigans need some slippers to match.
Yet another elegant bird. (I never wear them all at once, so don’t even think about calling me the crazy bird lady.)
Perpetual means forever. As in, this calendar is so cute that I’ll love it forever.
I fully plan on being carded after the age of 30, so this little wallet will keep my license at the ready.
Every day, I wish that I could find my keys.
Like my brain, but super-juiced.
When you come over for tea, we’ll drink from these.
I could give this poor kid a face. Or I could just let his blank stare mirror my own.
