Apologies for the absence last week! Life became incredibly busy, leaving me with little time to spare. I'm back now and eager to catch up, especially with all the fantastic spring sales happening. Keep reading for plenty of updates and deals!
Etsy spring sale has a plethora of great finds but you can find my top favorites here.
All my things I have in my home that are on the Amazon Spring Sale here. Other finds here!
Auguste Rodin, Torse d’ Adèle
5 things on my wishlist for the new house we’re moving to in a month:
This bubble chair for my studio
This moth art print for the entry way
This outdoor weave stool or rattan chair and the magic seed bombs for spring & summer
This perfect mirror caddy for the powder room
The best coffee table book
Stop whatever you’re doing and pre-order Maggie Nelson’s Like Love. It's safe to say that I'm beyond thrilled, especially for those who have been following my longstanding obsession with her work.
For those who missed it last time, another quick reminder about my commonplace book template if you’d like to check it out!
Starter Pack: As someone who has never read poetry, where should I start? (More of these to come — a few of you recommended prose poems, if you have any other ideas, send them my way.
Hélène Cixous, from The Newly Born Woman
For those in the US or Europe, Choose app has remarkable weekly sales — I’ve already found so many wonderful brands and small businesses. If you come across something you love, remember to use the code FLOWERS to get $$ off on your first order!
Kim Addonizio, Death Poem
Do I have to bring it up again, isn’t there another subject?
Can I forget about the scrap of flattened squirrel fur
fluttering on the road, can I forget the road
and how I can’t stop driving no matter what,
not even for gas, or love, can I please not think
about my father left in some town behind me,
in his blue suit, with his folded hands,
and my grandmother moaning about her bladder
and swallowing all the pills, and the towns I’m passing now
can I try not to see them, the children squatting
by the ditches, the holes in their chests and foreheads,
the woman cradling her tumor, the dog dragging its crippled hips?
I can close my eyes and sit back if I want to,
I can lean against my friends’ shoulders
and eat as they’re eating, and drink from the bottle
being passed back and forth; I can lighten up, can’t I,
Christ, can’t I? There is another subject, in a minute
I’ll think of it. I will. And if you know it, help me.
Help me. Remind me why I’m here.
-D