The DM | Issue Forty Four
Or the one where it all happened on a Tuesday
Raise your hand if you’ve ever pursued a butter face board after a few drinks. Just us? Nah, you’re lying. This week’s DM goes well with room-temperature dairy, slightly stale bread, and absolutely zero judgment when you go back for sloppy seconds. Heh.
From Meg
Reading: is a stretch. But it’s that time of year again and to know me is to know I love a gift guide and that goop does the best/worst ones. This year’s include a $300 dollar piece of meat, a color kit in case you want to dye your dog blue, and a $75 sack of sh*t (actually, lolz). But for real… I would do bad things for this Chanel.
Laughing at: This cat’s reaction to sparkling water.
Coveting: Some karma sutra cocktail napkins. Let’s raise a toast to those eyebrows!
Addicted to: Anything Wolford makes. If you’re looking for solid hosiery/body suits/ even leather leggings, fork it over. The price is worth it.
Watching: The new Enola Holmes, don’t @me.
Wearing: I love a hat that answers for me. Also, I miss Paris.
From Devon
Wanting, definitely not needing: glitz and glam in the form of stacks on stacks.
Actually needing: to stock up on dish towels (booring, I know), so watch me *finally* pull the trigger on the internet’s cheap yet stylish fave.
Gearing up for: the return of my winter uniform aka channeling Elizabeth Holmes (minus, you know, the whole criminal fraud part) till April.
Learning about: marigolds and scientific-y (yes, just made that up) things about happiness.
Wanting to know: do you blast a proprietary blend of random bops by Jay Z, Celine Dion, and Purple Disco Machine in the car and sing at the top of your lungs when you’re stressed, knowing full well people in neighboring lanes are side-eying you - or are you normal? See also: distress walks.
Wow-ing: over the idea of an apple cider affogato, this oyster table, and a punch bowl set.
Ready to go: here and never come back. Don’t worry, I’ll write.