Hi, I'm Nina Iordanova and this is the 27th edition of Something Good, a newsletter filtered through my 🧠, 🖐, and ❤️. Coming your way every two weeks, I hope you find something good here.
Hello, I have been in an existential stupor and also New York for the past little while and so have not written. Each week I keep thinking, maybe this is the week I will feel interesting. That week has not come yet so here I am now, trying to make my own luck.
*rubs two gold coins together*
I’m starting to develop a healthy fear of getting my puppy in a month. It’s the kind of fear you feel when starting a big new job or moving out on your own for the first time. You don’t not want to do it, it’s just… big. And you wonder if maybe you weren’t as prepared as you thought you were when you decided to do it. And you kind of wish you had someone to help you with it, even if part of the point is doing it on your own.
I took many photos in this sweater. The colour and texture make it the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s made of wool and alpaca and I got it for $16 from a new secondhand store that opened up in my neighbourhood. It gives me a very visceral sense of pleasure to look at. What a bold colour! What a beautiful weave.
Looking at nice colourful things (furniture, clothes, art, design) is about the only thing that feels interesting to me right now. I exercised this morning for the first time in literally 5 months just so I could wear a pair of scarlet red leggings I bought. I spend evenings cobbling together interior design ideas on Canva, trying to decide what kind of art I should buy (or make).
There’s a weird sense of nothing feeling quite real. I’m in Toronto, then I’m in New York. I’m at home, then I’m out meeting new people over dinner. But nothing really changes. Is it Covid? Is it 8 months of winter? Is it that I’m getting older? I don’t know. It’s like I’m waiting to feel something but I just don’t. Things happen and then things stop happening and I stay the same.
Okay, I’ll leave you here. This felt like one of those nice phone calls where you can say everything you need in 5 minutes but it still feels nice.
Hope you’re also puttering around somewhere, absentmindedly doing the laundry with the phone pressed against your ear.
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Warmly yours,
Nina