Introducing: Late to the Party 🎈

A newsletter about STUFF

I have a secret. Okay, maybe not a secret secret (see: “I’m having an affair with Agnessss Adler’sssss husbannnnnd”). Let’s call it an admission.

I love things. Stuff. Material goods. Shopping and sampling and getting myself little treats because I answered three emails or meal prepped some chickpeas or remembered to delay my Chewy order.

Writing this down feels strange. The nature of it feels societally dirty, icky, nasty– generally bad. And a little bit at odds with how I present myself to the world, too. We’re not supposed to love material goods. We’re supposed to derive joy from family, friends, pets, work (barf), or a freaky hobby. I’ve described myself as fundamentally anti-capitalist. And yet, here I am, willing to lay my life on the line for both a Loops face mask and Cocojune yogurt. C’est la vie.

All that to say: I want to put the things I try and love into a nice little list for you to have at your disposal. I don’t want us to have to wait for that coffee we keep telling ourselves we’re going to get whenever we end up in the same state for me to THEN remember there’s a sunscreen I’m using that I think you’ll love. It’s just not going to happen. Perhaps we’ll end up at the same nursing home, though. Maybe we could discuss it then.

I’m planning on sending this out a few times a month. Each newsletter will include 5 things (the name of it was almost 5tuff, SOS) I’m loving and why I love them, but the guidelines for what can be included are nebulous at best. Snacks, skincare, drinks, t-shirts, kitchen appliances, cleaning supplies, candles, a book or a movie here and there, even a hotel I stayed at and loved! This could change. Maybe it will become more focused over time. But I doubt it.

Re: the title. I decided on “Late to the Party” because sometimes I feel like I try things after a lot of the That Girls. But I’ve never been a That Girl. I’ve always been a This Girl (has seen White Chicks 45+ times, dressed up as a hot dog for Halloween senior year, doesn’t know how to do a French braid or even use a curling iron, etc.). And even if I’m late to the party, I still want to have a chance to hang (and tell you about the coffee beans I just tried).

Today is my 29th birthday. In a year, if nothing happens to me (u never know), I’ll be 30. And while that doesn’t necessarily scare me the way I’ve been conditioned to think that it should, it has presented me with an unrelenting feeling of wanting to be intentional with the last year of this decade. I want to try more things, buy more stuff, grant myself the luxury of as many little treats as my heart desires and bank account can handle– and I want to share it all with you.

First real one will be out early next week. Thanks for being here. I love u. 💘