Good ol’ Stuff |

Possessions. Belongings. Heirlooms. Stuff.

None of it’s that important, right? After all, you can’t take it with you when you go. But, if I’m being real transparent here, my stuff is one of the top things I miss since making the move to Dallas. Currently, I’m living out of a suitcase. It wasn’t too difficult until a few weeks ago when I suddenly missed things like my favorite coffee mugs, my ridiculously thick down comforter, my excessive amounts of books, and my hand-me-down brown leather chair. I know, it’s just stuff—doesn’t really matter in the long run. But, I worked hard to accumulate things that I liked and needed the past few years of adulthood, and selfish as it may be, I just miss the stuff. There’s something beautifully familiar about eating your cereal out of a (somewhat tacky) bowl that your mama gave you for Valentines Day many moons ago. I could live without my junk—heck, I AM living without it fine—but the comfort of having a few treasures, even if those treasures include ridiculously awkward journals from your middle school days, is a nice and welcome luxury.

I will say that this time of “suitcase living” has been beneficial in a few ways: it’s taught me that stuff is not really that important while also teaching me gratefulness for the stuff I have. Who knew a suitcase could teach you so much!

So, while we’re on the topic of stuff, I’m going to show you a few things that have caught my eye as of late. Most found from Instagram wanderings. None important in the long run. All pretty darn cool, though.

Daniel Wellington Watches
For years I’ve worn a Timex men’s watch. It’s simple and classic and does the job. I love that Timex watches are affordable (mine was on sale for only $30!), but I have blown through a few, and the one I wear currently is on its last leg. One day, I’d like to invest in a Daniel Wellington timepiece. I’ve heard good things about the wear-and-tear, plus they’re timeless beauties (pun).

Crosley Cruiser Portable 3-Speed Turntable
I’m late to the party on the record-player revival, but I’m here, you guys, I’m here. I’m not sure why I suddenly find them so neat, but I think it has to do with stumbling across the following picture (stolen from the intimidatingly cool Jane Reaction’s Instagram account) and the fact that I found & bought Carol King’s Tapestry record for 99 cents at a thrift store, yet have no way to play it.

Grandpa Pants
I’m pretty sure Grandpa pants are not actually a “thing” for young ladies, but I’m working on changing that! I snagged these pants at Old Navy for, oh something like $8 a few weeks back, and they are amazing. Cute? That’s debatable. Comfy? That’s a fact.
(Full disclosure: I was flying to Nashville last week, and the airport security lady accidentally called me “sir” because she only looked at me from the waist down and apparently, “sir” seemed like the reasonable assumption. When she looked up and saw that I was a girl, she was totally embarrassed. As was I. So, wear Grandpa pants at your own risk.)