This Is Not a "New Year New You" Email
Just birthday tears, burnt tortillas, and proof you're doing fine
a soft reset · birthday cake · thick oversized coffee mugs · soup for dinner · duvet days · pajamas at 6pm · warm tortillas · hallway sunlight · pillow fort · cozy weekends · valentines day aisles · vision boards · low sunlight filling the house
I wanted to start our first letter with actually GOOD stuff about January. You know, the month everyone collectively dreads?
Having a January birthday, trust me, I get it. Every year, and I mean every single year, I end up crying on my birthday. It’s just... emotional? Existential? Cold? Long? All of the above?
We don’t have to unpack the psychology of it (unless you’re into that, in which case, please send the info my way), but I think it has something to do with the pressure.
New year, new goals, new planners, same bills, same schedule, and summer feels impossibly far away.
So yes, I get why we don’t love January.
Also? I opened four emails this morning that all basically said, “everything is terrible, it’s your fault, also click this link to buy something.”
We are not doing that here.
I’ll always include a little chaos (see: birthday tears, plus a tortilla currently burning while I type this), because someone might feel better about their own week. And honestly, I think that’s where the real connection lives.
I don’t want to be the person who only emails you when I’ve figured it all out. I want to be the one who shows up with you, messy, mid-thought, but still bringing something useful to the table.
Whether you’re here for the birthday crying or the design secrets (or both, you beautiful complex human), we’re in this together.
January design sessions are here. Bring me your weird corners, your Pinterest fails, that room you've been avoiding. We'll fix it.
Below: My actual restock list. The things I buy again and again because they work. Think of it as the friend who texts you “this changed my life” at midnight about a dish soap.
That’s me. I’m that friend.
Also: It's the Year of the Horse. Which feels like we're going to be okay.
