i have a list.

aesthetically pleasing things i want (instead of a new car).

i have a list. A stupid, ridiculous, unrealistic list of things i would buy if money were no object.

Or if i finally snapped and went rogue, with zero regard for the consequences.

Or if i didn’t need a new car.

A list of things i want so badly they haunt me in my idle moments. Here it is, in all its indulgent, slightly tragic glory.

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Birkenstock Boston clogs, with socks, so i can feel like i’m living in Seattle in the 90s. Probs in taupe though.

Blundstone Chelsea boots, or short Moto boots if we’re throwing it back to LA.

Ballet flats from Sézane. For when i need to play at being a grown up on a date.

Standout socks - cos socks have to be frilly, sparkly or adorned with hearts. Them’s the rules.

The jumper of my dreams from Babaà. No synthetic blends. No weird itchy seams. Just pure, cosy luxury.

The Ölend Ona Soft bag in Cherry - an office bunny bag that can fit everything.

A gazillion Merci Paris cottton tote bags so i can pretend i just got home from France.

To go to the movies to watch this and this.

To also watch this:

An old and gnarly Defender 90, obvs. Preferably a soft top, driven bare foot, but i’m not fussy. This one is pretty:

To stay here. Bubbles in a marble bathroom, who’s with me?

To eat here. Make mine fresh pasta with a side of gin.

i’ll stop torturing myself now.

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Do i need any of these things? Absolutely not. Will i still think about them daily? Without a doubt.

Manifesting that rich auntie energy one ridiculous purchase at a time.

Unaffiliated links included for where you could buy these things—because enabling is a love language.

Lyss. x

p.s. happy February!