After a week away, I came back craving something stronger than motivation—I needed espresso. In every form. Liquid, wearable, emotional. So I did what any sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated aesthete would do: I shopped. Five pieces made the cut, including a set I ordered the moment I laid eyes on it (zero hesitation, full cart confidence). Think: croc-embossed slingbacks that strut like they have something to say, smoky earrings that flirt in low lighting, and a vintage Italian espresso maker that feels like it came with its own soundtrack. If getting back into the groove is a ritual, this is mine—equal parts chic, caffeinated, and completely necessary. P.S. Play “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter while you read… and guess: was I sipping an espresso in the morning, or an espresso martini in the evening while writing this? I’ll never tell.
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