These high-rise underwear.
This face cream. (I mostly use it as a night/eye cream and wake up in the morning with the softest skin.)
These joggers. (They’re lightweight and also have NO DRAWSTRING, which I prefer but is almost impossible to find.)
I read so many great novels this year, but these are the ones that will stick with me: This satirical-yet-serious one. The one that broke me. This brilliant one. ALSO THIS ONE AND THIS ONE. *cue all the emojis*
And for nonfiction: I keep thinking about this memoir. Also this one. This one which spoke so much to my own heart (curse words and all). Also this one and this one which I should read a little of each day because they’re packed full of simple truth.
The best high-rise jeans.
This hair tool.
Things I wrote this year: The one that still makes me tear up when I read it (that’s normal with your own writing, right?). The one where I bared my soul. This little ditty I wrote in an hour one morning. The one about our household obsession this year. The one where I went back to my design roots. This one might be my favorite of all.