prime time

 

I woke up this morning thinking: Okay, back to reality. And then I remembered… it’s Amazon Prime Day. So actually, it’s not reality at all. It’s that weird retail twilight zone where I’ve somehow convinced myself I need a foot spa, a car vacuum (I don’t even eat in my car), and a backup travel steamer—because they’re 43% off and only for the next 12 hours. My suitcase is still half-zipped on the floor, but I’m prioritizing… what? A heavier weighted workout vest I didn’t know I needed until five minutes ago? To make things even more disorienting, the yellow Sperry sneakers—yes, the ones, above, that are suddenly de rigueur at Paris Couture Week, they’re on sale too. Of course they are. It’s all part of the dream. Anyway, consider this your stylish reminder that while yes, we are officially back to life (emails, errands, maybe even shoes with backs on them), we are also living in a two-day retail fever dream where everything is on sale and logic does not apply. Get on it here!