travel
Packing lists: fantasy vs. reality
Inside you are two wolves. And maybe two packing lists. But you need both to survive. Or something. (It's very hot out.)
travel
Inside you are two wolves. And maybe two packing lists. But you need both to survive. Or something. (It's very hot out.)
life improvers
Small things that had an outsized effect on my happiness last year.
gifts
The biggest thing I've learned this year...plus, yeah, some surprisingly cost-effective overnight shipping options on Very Good Gifts.
gifts
You’re reading This Heaven Gives Me Migraine, a shopping newsletter about searching for lasting pleasures in a world of disposable garbage. This month, we’re rounding up gift ideas five at a time, each centered around a theme. When you're a kid, getting socks for Christmas feels
entertaining
The "Ralph Lauren Holiday" phenomenon, unhinged John Derian, and a brief history of ticking stripes. (And you thought entertaining was dull.)
life improvers
Habits can be a prison, but habits can also be a gift. It depends how you use them.
Happy first day of fall, or autumnal equinox, or Mabon, depending on your degree of witchiness. (Doesn't it just make you want to buy school supplies?) Back-to-school in my youth was invariably characterized by the unveiling of a months-long art project: the customization of my
Inside you are two wolves. And maybe two packing lists. But you need both to survive. Or something. (It's very hot out.)
Small things that had an outsized effect on my happiness last year.
The "Ralph Lauren Holiday" phenomenon, unhinged John Derian, and a brief history of ticking stripes. (And you thought entertaining was dull.)
Yes, there are a fair amount of Amazon links. But *I'M* not the one who left it to the last minute, am I?
Product recommendations that don't suck.
Yes, there are a fair amount of Amazon links. But *I'M* not the one who left it to the last minute, am I?
Also notably absent from these pages: slippers.
It's a sale emergency and I just had to tell someone.
Making a nice table and not getting in our heads about the stigma of domesticity.
Wherein, I visit the French department-store-that-says-it's-not-a-department-store, so you don't have to.
Five things that I would've happily paid double for.
An already-judgey newsletter evolves, Pokemon-style, into its final form.
(This is probably the list you've been waiting for.)
(A category that may, as it turns out, include some men.)
(Hear me out.)