I was advertised this on Instagram and the photograph of the heel did something around the shape of the toe that actually pushed me past indecision into ordering. I just think it’s the prettiest toe shape you can get — it has a look to it that makes your foot look a little bit like a cartoon foot in a heel. I then wore the gray ones around almost daily. They were the only heel I had for six months. It was the first time I’ve tolerated wearing a heeled shoe in a casual way. I buy stuff off Instagram a lot and I actually wish there was an option to only see ads, instead of people’s content. I am not joking. I go on there to shop. Content is only in the way.
My Newm ring has a nice weaponry feel to it. It’s primordial and futuristic at the same time. Erica Newman is a very unusual, toiling, little genius who is beyond thoughtful about what she makes. I once saw her in a T-shirt with a red snail on it that said “I’m slow, but I’m good.” She does custom stuff, too, and if you’re gonna deal with someone, I recommend seeking her out because then you get to deal with her. I fear she will blow up and become a huge bitch. Get in there while she’s humble.
I love to try to find ways to eat everything I want in unlimited quantities and this involves a lot of homemade ice-cream adventures made from stevia- or sugar-alcohol blends and Lily’s chocolate chips. The first time I saw it come together, I couldn’t fucking believe it. When I tasted it and it tasted good, I truly felt like I was cheating death. It was a miracle. The ice-cream maker has four large parts that fit together easily, and it’s easy to clean. I hate appliances but this one has been grand for me. It’s a joy. I don’t lose its parts. There aren’t any little crevices to clean. It’s ice cream, it should be easy and magical, even if I’ve made it out of glucomannan or some horror.
I feel fucking cool in a jumpsuit, and I didn’t know I would. I have a lot of Rachel’s stuff — she is my cousin, so maybe it’s too nepotistic, but it is true. There are a lot of jumpsuits out there now, but many are too flimsy to be actually comfortable. This one is nice, non-flimsy, and a comfortable weight. You can drop it on the floor by the bed, then later step back into it and head out — not unlike jeans. It’s just great not to have to consider where one’s top hits one’s pants. The coolness of it is that it’s still overall a baggy look — it’s like, Look, I’m not trying to advertise the specific contours of my shape at this very moment. To me, that’s what makes me feel confident wearing it. I’m obscured and I’m not upset about it. I’m also not hiding because I’m wearing a dalmation print.
I read an article somewhere that said all the big facial oils of the last many years actually age the skin! I forget the science but it made me swear off all oils … except this one. The article said squalane didn’t have this issue. When I first got sold on it at Sephora, the woman at the store said, “Yeah we just had a whole presentation on it, and Bill Gates invested in it.” Hearing that Bill Gates was an investor, I was like, I’m listening. You don’t hear that about all of the Sephora products. Also squalane oil comes from something frickin’ weird, like whales or something — I’m getting this wrong, but the point is squalane is sustainable. I dump it on my skin and it sinks in. I use it every day.
I love a good placebo and this may be just that. It’s hydrogen-infused water? It’s supposed to do a bunch of things … none of which I’m that concerned with. But for my theater run this summer in New York, I wanted to have some special water delivered there to feel like a grand asshole. Do I have any of my waters left? I require novelty in order to inspire myself to hydrate.