OVERALLS I don’t know what they’re made of, I don’t know how to explain how to get to the store that appears to have no regular hours (I pushed open an ajar door), I don’t even know how on earth I, of all people, ended up COVETING a pair of overalls but I did and…
I am obsessed with this blanket. It is perfect. It is wool. It is slightly scratchy. It is made for beaches, bonfires, cabins in the woods, tents, tailgates, couches, and cuddling. It is Pendleton. It is American nostalgia. It is dreams and stereotypes and aspirations. It is what I built my entire living room around:…