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When I love a purchase, I tend to want to wear it right away — regardless of whether or not there’s a need to do so. As I type this, I’m sat at my desk in a pair of crisp, white Swiss dot pajamas and a ponyhair block heel. Do I need to have heels on? Most certainly not! ButIreally wanted to wear them.

My swimsuit is Camilla. My skirt is old Zara, worn on my first date with Pat! Ciao ciao, and welcome back from my honeymoon hiatus. Did you miss me? Probably not, since you had this handy B List roundup and our June mood board to hold you over. But I, for one, missed you! Given that I’ll be spamming my socials and a few other editorial publications with honeymoon content, I plan to keep it light here on B List — unless there’s something in particular you want me to go all in on.

Welcome to June, Blisters! June 21st marks the official start of summer, but I’ll personally elect to enter Full Summer Mode the second my plane touches down at EWR on June 2nd. Last summer, much of my focus was on planning a wedding. This time around, I’ve got virtually no restrictions or obligations — plenty of time to swim, stretch, and relax! And, hopefully, have my friends over for a few dinner parties. I’ll keep it short and sweet since I’m pre-writing this ahead of my honeymoon.

Because I'm OOO on my honeymoon, thank you very much! Image by Collins Nai. If you’re reading this on Friday, May 22nd, that means I’ve successfully convinced myself to leave my laptop at home and go on my honeymoon with only my husband and my phone. Huge, if true! Even if I did end up convincing myself to go without my “medium screen” for the next twelve days, rest assured I feel icky about leaving my Blisters behind with nothing new in ye old inbox.

Quit gaslighting yourself out of stellar seasonal pieces. In preparation for my honeymoon (don’t worry, I leave this week and will stop talking about it soon), I’ve been helping my wonderful husband, Pat, procure a few new wardrobe staples. While he is definitely my ideal man, it appears Pat’s frame is not so beloved amongst the folks structuring size charts these days. Pat is 6’4 — so, very tall — and slim but athletic in build.

Happy Friday, folks. This week’s letter is coming to you a little late — largely because I spent my designated writing time ooh-ing and ahh-ing over Jonathan Anderson’s first Dior Cruise collection instead. Oops! If you took a look, I’m sure you’ll hardly blame me for being mesmerized. The whimsical debut had it all in terms of texture and quirk, and I now feel inspired to wear something fanciful and frilly. Apparently, I also need a coral necklace and a trailing flower brooch or two, stat.

Today’s B List is brought to you by Blue Lagoon. Let’s talk skincare! When I was working in editorial as a full-time beauty writer, I used to always joke that you could spot us beauty girls from a mile away, because we had the worst skin. If you’re a beauty writer reading this, please, don’t get offended! All I mean to say is that, for a sensitive-skinned gal like myself, the duty of trying new products and evaluating different formulations on the reg often came at the cost of my complexion.

May 1-21st have virtually no appeal to me, and will be spent thinking about and packing/prepping for my honeymoon. Come the 22nd, I’ll be whisked away from my mundane Manhattan existence (via an economy seat on a red-eye flight) to Rome, Italy. Ciao Bella! I’m sure the first two-thirds of the month have lots in store, but frankly, I’ve got a one track mind and a 119-day Duolingo streak, so you’ll have to bear with me while my upcoming getaway consumes my every thought (and entire personality).

Greetings, beloved Blisters. I write to you from an apartment absolutely overwhelmed by tulips. 120 tulips, to be exact! I think this could be classified as max bloom capacity. I don’t always start the week off with a burst of productivity, but after such a wonderful weekend with family and friends, banging out a Biweekly Blister for y’all came easily. IYKYK: we celebrated Pat’s 32nd birthday on Saturday, and my sister, Sophia, got engaged on Sunday.

Today’s letter is brought to you in partnership with BabylissPro. Physically, I am a married fashion editor and content creator living in Hoboken. But spiritually? I’m a single art dealer and gallery curator living in Manhattan, meeting up with my three best friends on the regular to drink cosmos, talk shit, and look amazing. Oh, and my hair is perfect. Spiritually, I am Charlotte York. And while our lives are actually pretty different, we do have some genuine similarities.