When my friend Kiki was little, her parents divorced. This made them feel very guilty, especially as it meant they wouldn’t all celebrate her birthday together anymore. So they alighted on a plan: the entire week surrounding Kiki’s birthday would now be known as Princess Week, and she would be fêted, gifted, and generally spoiled for seven days instead of one. When I first met Kiki, in my mid-twenties, and she told me about this tradition, I knew it was something to get behind. In those days I still loved my birthday—I had yet to truly understand some of the struggle around aging—so it worked in a celebratory way then, and now I use Princess Week as a way to remind myself to be gentle and good with myself. I also use Princess Week as an excuse to buy stuff. Sunday I hung out with my friend Maureen, and we went to the Maria Cornejo store, where I hadn’t been in over a year, if you can believe it, and went for this chic little sweatshirt which I already love unreasonably.
I also went for this Rachel Comey Chelsea boot , which is just insanely comfortable, and just the right amount of clunky too.