It’s this really expensive habit I have where I’ll kind of fall in love with the aura someone creates around themselves. Which manifests as the stuff they have/wear/collect/want. I was looking through little bowls on Caroline’s bookshelf and they’re each filled with rings and bracelets and little vintage-y looking doo-dads, and next to a candle and an Anthropologie-looking clock and underneath a vintage print of ladies waterskiiing and all of a sudden I thought, “I need to collect more jewelry. Not to wear. Just to sit around my adorable little Brooklyn apartment.” Before remembering a)I don’t have my own apartment, b)I don’t live in Brooklyn, and c)you can’t take someone else’s aura. That’s why it’s so expensive, you know. Because then you want to buy all of the accoutrements of that theme. Plus, there’s so many peoples’ that I’ve wanted, you can’t have them all.
- The lady I knew when I was like 13-15 who was all pretty and glamourous and rode around on her mint-green Vespa and wore red lipstick and said sassy things and didn’t care what anyone thought of her—why would she? She had a Vespa. And the helmet didn’t even mess up her hair.
- My best friend that I’ve known since I was in sixth grade who has the darkest, shiniest, straightest hair I’ve ever seen and who wears cool, graphic clothes and plays bass in various cool bands and is in art school and wears stuff like cat-eye sunglasses and vintage lace up boots and has a tattoo on her forearm that’s sort of like a psychadelic peacock feather that she designed herself.
- My sister who has curly hair like me, but unlike me chooses to make it as curly as possible and then shaved it into a mohawk. A curly, brown mohawk which somehow looks amazing. And she writes poetry and songs and takes weird unflattering-yet-flattering pictures and puts them on Facebook and can open beer bottles with her teeth and wears a whole bunch of second-hand thrift clothes and stuff she finds in free boxes on the street. Once she found a pair of Frye boots, in a Free Box, IN HER SIZE. Like, who does that even happen to?! What is the opposite of schadenfreude? UGH, whatever.
- All of these mention hair.
- On that note, Caroline has awesome MPDG bangs which I’m mad jealous of but couldn’t purchase with any amount of money.
- This girl I knew in college who was a dancer and was happy all the time and had giant blue eyes and always wore really colorful, really sparkly clothes and took a million photos at every party. She had, like, all the really cute Target dorm items in her room and Audrey Hepburn posters and her colorful sparkly clothes strewn in an adorable messy way all over the room.
- And, I mean, like, mostly I’m fine with who I am and how I am and what things I like. But sometimes I have moments of admiring someone else’s personal style so much that I vehemently want to have the same style, and also in that moment feel like buying the same things they do will make that happen.
- Also sometimes I experience hair envy.
