I think about flowers often. They are the safest thing to give someone, and for all the right reasons. When the lifeline of something is short-lived, its indispensability rises. You never look at it the same way again. Flowers are perhaps the most beautiful countdowns we willingly purchase. You know their timeline is unarguably short, and yet they are adored in any setting. Or maybe they are adored because of it. The intrinsic value has little to do with the emotional one. A

On women, objects, preparedness, and the refusal to be edited down Every “what’s in my bag” video pretends to be about objects. Lip gloss. Keys. Wallet. Except, it isn’t. It’s about how women relate to possession . What stays close to the body. What is worth carrying through the day. What is refused the dignity of being left behind. Watch carefully and a pattern emerges. Each item is explained. Contextualised. Defended. The object itself is less important than the reasoning

January is not just a detox. It is a coping mechanism. A month we use as collateral. A trade we make with ourselves to undo whatever November and December took from us. As if one clean month can magically leverage the damage. The excess. The spirals. The fatigue. The emotional spending. Historically, January is the coldest month of the year. Biologically, it is the worst time to start anything new. The body is stiff. Slower. Resistant. And yet, this is when people begin. Tha