We’re officially well into the month of December now, and that means the countdown to Christmas is at a mere 14 days away. Normally by this time, I’ve already trimmed my tree, finished my shopping and sent my packages on their merry way, but not this year. I don’t know what it is about 2017 (or maybe I do), but this time of year has been unusually busy and stressful.
I’ve been wanting a pair of black pom-pom earrings for the better part of six months, but due to my self-imposed ban on shopping for all of 2017, this particular sartorial desire has gone unfulfilled. Luckily, I built an exception into this new rule: I’m still allowed to DIY pretty new things to wear. And so I set out to make myself a pair of goshdarn black pom-pom earrings.
A place on the refrigerator must be earned, and now that I’ve outgrown report cards, I fill that hallowed space with postcards pilfered from my favorite restaurants. I have one from Eastern Standard in Boston (the place that first ignited my love for the cocktail), one from Leo’s Oyster Bar in San Francisco and a recent acquisition from Mr. West here in Seattle.
Maybe (almost certainly) it’s a function of being almost 30, but I’ve become darn near obsessed with napkins. Colorful paper napkins, tea-stained decorative vintage napkins, playful cocktail napkins and everything in between—I hoard them all. They offer an easy way to dress up everything from barbecues to bar carts, and there’s something about having a stash of linens at the ready that I find oddly comforting.