Musings of a Muse

I’ll choose cute every single time! 🐰

Did we really think we were professional makeup artists painting 1,500 faces a day when we kept buying FULL-SIZE pigment jars? 😭 Why were we collecting them like Pokémon cards? “Gotta catch every shimmer!” Meanwhile one jar alone could probably outlive me and my future children.

The way I NEEDED every color! Looking at my collection now is honestly hilarious because a tiny sample size would’ve lasted me a full lifetime… but noooo, apparently I needed industrial quantities of sparkly dust.

Sigh. The things we do in the name of makeup. 💀✨

I fully support everyone questioning and judging me for buying every limited edition potato chip flavor that launches, eating approximately three chips, declaring “well that was disappointing,” and then banishing the bag to my pantry for the next 8–12 months to join the other abandoned seasonal flavors. At this point, I’m convinced the bags in there have formed their own little support group. They’re probably gossiping every time I add a new one to the collection.

I heard their whispers: “Another victim”, “She’ll never finish him”, and “Welcome to the shelf, sour cream and onion pickle ranch.” My pantry isn’t a snack cabinet anymore. It’s a retirement community for failed chip experiments.

This tiny dictator literally cons me into giving her HALF a bag of that Yaky Charms dog popcorn every single night! 💀Please let my good deeds in this life be enough for me to reincarnate as my dog because WHAT is this lifestyle??? Hour-long zoomies around the lawn, tiny bites of steak personally served like royalty, a nightly bowl of MICROWAVE DOG POPCORN (who sat in a boardroom and invented this 😭) Meanwhile I’m over here paying bills and eating Lucky Charms, dry, out of the box because girl dinner…...I did have fairly good ramen for lunch so there is that 🤣

🤣 but me though….!

Thank you to the Botanical Gardens for giving my mother and me a private tour early this morning 🥹

She’s been very ill these past few weeks, and seeing her able to walk through the gardens today truly made my entire day. While she was in the ICU, one of the projects I worked on was raising money for the gardens, and I was incredibly grateful to raise enough to be welcomed into their President’s Circle.

I recognize what a privilege this experience was, especially because the funds raised came not only from me, but from the kindness and generosity of so many others. Walking through the gardens this morning almost felt like all of those supporters should have been there beside us too.

I honestly wasn’t sure I wanted to accept this opportunity at first because part of me felt like it didn’t belong to me alone. Before going, I sent a mass email to everyone who donated, and I was overwhelmed by how many people encouraged me to go enjoy this moment with my mom. Their kindness meant more than I can express.

I know some may see supporting botanical gardens as a more “frivolous” form of charity compared to others I work with, but this place has always been deeply personal to me. These gardens brought me joy as a child, and they continue to bring peace and beauty to so many people every day. Please support your local gardens if you can 🌿

And Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there 💐 Your love, care, and support never go unnoticed.

And for anyone struggling today because your mom is no longer here, please know I’m sending you all my love. My DMs are always open if you need a kind word, a listening ear, or even just a virtual hug 🤍

I feel all special now 🥹😭💐 I’ll share them with all of you 🫂

If you asked me what Marc Jacobs is known for in fashion, I’d say he helped take Louis Vuitton from its cozy little box into something far more fashion-forward. But in beauty? Ten-plus years ago, I would’ve said fragrance—no hesitation.

Who remembers the iconic Biscotti Splash? 👀

Then came 2007, and Marc entered his Daisy era. 🌼 Marc Jacobs Daisy fragrance became the signature best-selling, beloved, and endlessly reinvented fragrance! There isn’t a a season that goes by that we don’t get some new version of it.

By 2013, when Marc Jacobs Beauty finally launched, I expected something bold, maybe even a little outrageous. Instead, it leaned into pure luxury with sleek black packaging, wearable shades, and an overall polished look. Marc once said he wanted makeup to look like you were wearing makeup but honestly, the shades were very wearable for everyday looks. But if I’m honest? It never quite pushed boundaries.

It was beautiful. It was refined. It was safe very “what you’d expect” from a house like LV. And interestingly, looking back now, the brand feels romanticized. Like it’s more loved in memory than it actually was on shelves. I miss parts of it but not all of it. I recall liking the eyeshadows but looking back on it now I realize maybe they weren’t quite a formula I actually loved 🤔💭

In 2021, it quietly disappeared. Discount bins, no real goodbye. No statement from Marc, none from Kendo Holdings, none from LVMH. In reality, it came down to a licensing agreement ending but even it never clearly addressed.

Rumors of a return have circulated for a while and now we are told June 2026 will be the official launch with Coty who already had a long standing relationship with Marc’s fragrances And yes… the iconic bronzers and eyeliners are expected to make a comeback.

But here’s the question Will it actually be the same?

With talc being phased out, post-pandemic ingredient challenges, and constant reformulations across the industr how much of the original formulas can really return?
Still, we can hope! Are you excited for the relaunch?
What do you need to see come back? 💄

My dad has been a car and motorcycle man since before I was even a thought. From a Challenger to an Impala to Crown Vics, he collects cars the way I collect idol photocards and makeup.

One of my earliest memories is from when I was about three years old, crawling under a Monte Carlo while he changed the oil. Cars have always been his thing—and somehow, they became our thing too.

The summer after lockdown, when everyone was still a little scared to go out (myself included), I started driving to my parents’ house every weekend to help him restore a 1977 Mercury Bobcat. And every year since I was five, we’ve gone to one big car show together—just the two of us geeking out like always.

A few years ago, he got a pacemaker and scared us all to death. I thought that might slow him down, but it didn’t. He still golfs like a madman, gardens in brutal humidity while my mom yells at him to be careful, and spends endless hours tinkering with cars.

This year, going to the show with him felt different.

I saw my dad at his most vulnerable when my mom got sick and was in the ICU. He didn’t leave her side for a second. Watching him then—and walking beside him at the car show today—I realized something.

My dad has never really been one to say “I love you” out loud—not to my mom, not to my sister, not to me. But the way he shows up? The way he stayed by my mom’s bedside? The way he’s shared these moments with me for years—bonding over vintage, never-streeted cars with manual transmissions?

That’s his way of saying it.