Partying without the pathetic phone calls at the end of the night when all of the lights are back on and those ridiculously typecast red plastic cups are strewn underfoot and everyone has had the good sense to go home by now but you, sitting there, just ten percent battery and the poor sense to leave voicemails made up primarily of little sob sounds and the rogue hiccup when really all you were tr
ying to say was sorry and something vaguely resembling a vow of self improvement. And that both are running out of habitat and falling prey to poachers and global warming and environmental toxins and being mixed in with our tuna and we believe in personal responsibility. We think we can do something. We find organized closets to be desirable but not mandatory. They just feel better. Especially when you get into the upper echelon of reclaimed shoe boxes complete with color-coded and genre-specific labels. Although we don’t believe in labels. We believe in starting over and trying again and in making proportionally smaller mistakes each time around. We believe in extensions and we believe in people and we believe that home is the biggest extension of you. We mostly believe in home, that this is home, and that when your home is in order everything else will fall into place. Pillow to the people.
*No planets were harmed in the making of these products.
