Brand A

I’m forever battling to find balance between surrounding myself with things I love and drowning in piles of crap. Just this weekend, four friends and I schlepped eleven bags of clothes, shoes, and interspersed housewares to the Astoria area Goodwill store. (And then spent a very long, very boozy brunch at Sunswick. More on that another time.) Today, I did laundry and spontaneously pitched some old sweatpants from college and socks with holes in them. I was looking on Etsy for some high quality, locally made replacement socks and…welll……I got overwhelmed by the cuteness:

There’s really no reason for why this even exists, except that Americans love tiny things, cozy things, and lots of packaging on their food. If I could eat apples (I’m allergic), I’d probably buy one of these and tell myself that it’ll help me remember to bring fruit to work for a snack. Maybe they come in sizes for clementines….