Well, next weekend I turn 30-ish. Okay, okay I’m 32 and counting — and man is time is flying by way faster than I ever thought it would. Of course, in typical fashion when people ask me what I want for my birthday I have no idea. If you asked me, say, in April I would have had like 47 things I could ask for. It’s kind of like when you go shopping with money to spend you can’t find a damn thing you like, but when you’re broke, well there’s always a smorgasbord of dream items laid out before you.
I have no idea what I want, tangible item wise. I know what I want in my heart though. A little peace, a little more confidence, a sense of stability and more time spent smiling. I hope that’s what I can gift myself this year.
But since you asked….
A new clutch, the two I have are both broken- this one from Cole Haan is pretty sweet.
J.Crew leopard flats. Anything leopard, really.
The gold Jonathan Adler bird bowl. I’ve been obsessed for years.
A new MacBook. Air or Pro?
A pair of Duralee Central Park sofas in grey velvet. Maybe I should close on my condo first.
Kendra Scott earrings- i wear my green ones all the time. I actually need lots of new earrings.
A vintage turkish kilim rug, like this BABELICOUS one from landry & Acari. Ya know, something small.
The H bracelet. The H Blanket also, but that’s ridiculous. OK, both are ridiculous. This whole list is ridiculous.
A cocktail ring. Can you believe I do not own a single one??? Loving druzy, like this one.
This black Burberry trench for my trip to London. I also would probably sleep in it I love it so much. A close second, a Barbour jacket.
The bag that got away. Almost bought this, got cold feet. Regret it. The perfect Marc Jacobs Paradise Rio Satchel. (Also bananas in nude).
This bracelet from J.Crew has had my eye for months.
I also would like a Cavalier King Charles girl puppy whom I would name Jackie O the Duchess of Laconia (our building) and smother with love. But then I would be the crazy dog lady with THREE dogs who wears 4″ heels to the dog park. And Baxter would probably rip my face off in jealousy.
(Also accepted gifts: a baby elephant, seal, penguin, giraffe or monkey)
And if Ryan Gosling was to bring out my birthday cake, I would not be upset. At all. (Have you seen him and his dog George? So cute!)
