Cocoa

I just kneeeew it was time to pull my Timbs out. I didn't even check the weather app or nothing. I just went outside one morning and the air felt a little too disrespectful. That little chill hit my face and I was like, yeah, okay. It's bout that time. So I went in my closet and pulled them bad boys out. And why was I happy to see them??? Like, genuinely happy... It's been a minute since me and my Timbs spent time together. Life had life'd. I've moved on to other shoes, other looks, other...

I met a woman named Margaret the other day, and I swear this woman graced me with her presence. Like… really graced me. She came into the shop dressed in every shade of green imaginable. Forest, emerald, lime, chartreuse. Just green everywhere.... Her nails were heavily jeweled, she had accessories from head to toe, and she was just fully committed to the assignment. I'm already invested. She looked like one of them old green velvet lamps with the gold fringe hanging off the bottom tbh... And...

July dressed me in Prada. Not because I walked into a boutique and left with a perfectly wrapped box or anything even close to that. Not because I have a closet filled with Italian leather and timeless silhouettes. Not yet… lol. I am still in the beautiful beginnings… The research, the admiration, the studying of craftsmanship, the learning of what makes something authentic… Somewhere between comparing stitching, understanding details, and dreaming about the day I begin my own Prada...