objects that made my week softer
A little beauty, a little Italy, a little lit.
This week wasn’t particularly dramatic or eventful, but I still felt everything. That’s what happens when you’re born into the last house of the zodiac: everything sits right on the edge of your skin floating through your veins like little fish. And we’re flying through the observable universe in full-blown retrograde, where communication breakdowns are at an all-time high and even the simplest text (or no text) feels loaded. So while nothing happened, everything happened. Thus is life between remembering passwords and figuring out what to make for dinner.
Since it was one of those in-between weeks: a little tender, a little lonely, a little horny, a little “should I move to Italy and live off tomatoes?” I paid attention to the objects around me.
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1. A Tomato-Red Lip Stain That Wants to Be Kissed
Feather Matte Lip Whip in Mon Chéri by Violette
This lip is a whole attitude. It gives spaghetti dinner + kissed someone on the walk home. Smudgy, sexy, imperfect.
2. Olive Oil I Want to Take a Bath In
Giadzy Organic Coastal Puglia Olive Oil
Good olive oil is a love language, and this one is speaking mine. It’s pure Italian summer in a bottle. I’ve been pouring it on bread and tomatoes [and emotionally, on myself].
3. A Collage Scrap That Looked Like a Boob
It wasn’t a boob.
It was a Minne di Sant’Agata pastry cutout. (Sicilian ricotta, candied fruit, tiny domes of soft pastry. Very on-brand.) When I ran it through my scanner, the bottom stretched into this long, sensual point.
4. My Compact Wide-Head Vibrator
Lovers Wonder Wand Massager
Wide head, super strong, great for solo or sandwiched between lovers. Made of silicone (non-porous), so it stays clean and doesn’t absorb anything… except maybe your feelings.
5. The Book I’m Reading Every Spare Second
Wuthering Heights, Ruben Toledo 2009 Penguin Deluxe Edition
I’m reading “Wuthering Heights” slowly, like it’s a rich dessert. Page by page, looking for the hidden temptations Brontë had to disguise in her words i.e. “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” I’m in love with the atmosphere, the tension, the weather as emotion.
Thanks for reading and for being here in my little corner. May your week be filled with good oil, good pages, and something (or someone) worth smudging your lipstick for.
xx
laura