just in case you think i have my life together

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dress: vintage via Charm School Vintage // sweater: J.Crew // shoes: old American Eagle (similar) // purse: vintage Coach via Charm School Vintage // necklace: The Land of Salt


I don't know how my pillow works. About six (goodness, nine?) months ago, I bought one of those fancy memory foam pillows in an attempt to help remedy my neck pain. It's one of those with the shallow slope, the major slope, and the valley in the middle, with a flat backside. And I can't seem to figure it out. Do I sleep on the little slope or the big one? Am I supposed to sleep on the flat side? It certainly hasn't helped my neck pain at all (though it's maybe moved it all to one place?), and I struggle every night to get comfortable. For six nine months. Who doesn't know how to use their own pillow? Who continues to use a pillow that hurts them? FOR NINE MONTHS.

One of my house plants recently tried to kill itself. Out of spite. Because I moved it approximately five feet, catty-corner, from where it was. Literally to the opposite angle of the same corner it's been in since I got it. I was about to start working on a post of the four plants I haven't killed, and then it decides to off itself! I had to prune nearly every once-beautiful stalk off, and the remaining ones are all facing the ground like they're bowing to my living room. I read up about it, and apparently this plant -- a split-leaf philodendron -- doesn't like to be moved, so it'll rebel until it readjusts to its new home. I thought this would take a couple of weeks, maybe a month. It's been two months and the bugger is now trying to escape from the pot by uprooting itself from the dirt. Just last weekend one of the stalks started to perk up, so maybe my puberty-driven plant is ready to act like a member of the family again...but I'm not getting my hopes up.

As soon as I got home from taking these outfit photos, I put the large straw bag of clothes on top of the bins I keep my shoes in. It's still there. In two weeks, when the temperature finally drops and I want to wear this sweater again, I'm going to lose my shit looking for it, as it won't be in the usual two piles my clothes are in, nor in the closet where hardly any of my clothes actually hang. How can I predict this future for myself? Because this inevitably happens every time I take outfit photos.

I'm just saying, as a reminder, Instagram is far from real life. If you've ever looked at my feed and thought, "wow, Nicole sure does have her life together," be warned that I do not. I have no idea what I'm doing the majority of the time -- just like everyone else!

But really, if you have an awesome pillow recommendation...send it my way?

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