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.
Among me, my siblings and our friends, my mom has a nickname: Mrs. Fun. The lady loves a good party. But don’t get the wrong idea—we’re not talking Real Housewives of San Antonio-style revelry here; picture evenings spent all together, sprawled atop couches, eating ice cream and never wanting for side-splitting conversation.
Look, I spent my high school years in the South, so I’m no stranger to the allure of the pearl. But after having lived the Yankee life for the past ten years, these days I prefer to wear my pearls with a twist. That means instead of an heirloom strand, I opt for gumball-sized earrings or a modern two-finger ring. Even better? A perfectly slouched white t-shirt sewn with a carefree smattering of pearl beads that subtly catch the light like a handful of lustrous confetti.