#072: Comfort (as I know it)

What I'm wearing, recent places of discovery, and products I'm switching out for New York's fake ass spring

Spring is the hardest season for me and far more punishing than winter for sure. In recent years, I've done the work to romanticize winter in a way I never have before and actually enjoy its quiet solitude and the long moments of active rest. But spring… it’s something else. My friend posted a story the other day of this relentless gloom and captioned it, “New York weather is almost as depressing as what’s going on in the world,” and that’s really just it. It is relentless and depressing and far too drawn out. Doing one thing a day feels like a huge undertaking and I don’t have any words of comfort other than we must trudge forward and try—just try!—to dress for the days that will come…

Spring for me has been a transformative season, a season of massive shedding of varying degrees. For one, I continue to purge my closet and unopened beauty products I’ve been hoarding in the space of my apartment deemed “my PR storage area”. I’ve sent a dozen trash bags to clothing donation organization…