The French Tomato Knife 🍅
..and where to get it without the plane ticket
I didn’t plan to spend my weekend researching tomato knives. But the internet served me what I never knew I needed: a video of a stranger casually flying to Paris, not for a croissant, not for perfume, but for... a tomato knife.
Naturally, I was locked in.
Have I had a tomato this summer? No.
Do I even like tomatoes? Not really, unless they’re nestled between two slices of sourdough with an irresponsible amount of spread.
Do I now believe a tomato knife is essential?
...Unfortunately, yes.
Because here’s the thing: once you fall down a knife rabbit hole, there’s no turning back. Every member of my family has a favorite knife, and not one of them agrees.
So I did what any self-respecting midnight researcher bestie would do:
I collected them all and rated them like a deranged Food Network judge in a Parisian daydream.
Because I love you.
And because you probably also want to know which tomato knife is worth your time (even if you, too, haven’t sliced a tomato since last July).
Design sessions
These calls are genuinely my favorite part of the week. Getting to talk through your spaces, dream up what’s possible, and build real friendships along the way, I don’t take a second of it for granted.
I sent a note to the waitlist earlier this week, and the spots filled up within the hour, which still kind of blows my mind. Thank you for trusting me with your homes. Truly. It means more than I can put into words.
If you'd like to join the next round (with no obligations), you can do so right here.
The Good Stuff:
Proof that some obsessions are fully justified
☕️ Topeca Coffee (aka: my yearly obsession)
There’s a coffee shop in Fairhope, Alabama called Provisions, and I think about their coffee all year long. I stop in on the way to Florida, drink at least 4 cups, and then spend the next 11 months craving it.
This year, I finally spotted a bag of their beans on the shelf.
I snapped a pic, ordered immediately, and I’ll report back soon. My expectations are high.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: Brittany Howard’s voice gives me goosebumps.
A literal, physical reaction. Which, pause, do you get goosebumps from music? I thought it was universal, but apparently TikTok says no? Anyways…
The Overlooked:
Leather Honey: Don’t sleep on this. It’s low-key magic for maintaining wood and leather. Your vintage finds will thank you.
A Good Wall Hook: A design detail most people overlook, but it changes everything. Current favorite: this towel hook. Substantial, quiet, timeless.
This Swing Arm Sconce: The kind of item that looks twice the price and always sparks a, “wait, where’d you get that?”
I once drove across Texas for a light fixture.
A Bevolo. Handcrafted copper lantern, born in the French Quarter. I found it on Facebook Marketplace and thought, “Yeah, that’s worth 271 miles.”
Now every time I see one, I yell “BEVOLO!” like that’s an entirely normal thing a person does. My husband is part of this tradition now when we pass a restaurant. He knows the drill, “Bevolo!” Then we decide if it’s an imitation or the real thing 👀.
The patina that takes decades to develop. The handcrafted copper. The way the light hits just right.
Worth every mile.
Current Obsession:
Nutella who?
The Elsa Cuff: A bold, sculptural statement piece that somehow still feels effortless. Made from lightweight resin, which means it’s wearable all day without leaving wrist dents (iykyk).
🍫 Bonne Maman Chocolate Peanut Butter Spread: I’m telling you right now: trust me. I’m not saying cancel Nutella, but… maybe reassign it.
Now, back to the knives so good they’ll make you question your entire knife block.
Inside the paid section:
The exact French knife (yes, that one) and where to get it in the U.S.
3 impressive under $40 favorites
The one knife I’ll now gift for the rest of my life
If you’ve ever wanted the joy of slicing through a tomato like butter or just want to own a French object that lowkey feels like a personality test, this is the one.
Your future tomato sandwiches will thank you.
And now, without further ado, the receipts.