Maybe it’s the shifting of the seasons- or the return of all things 90’s, all at once- but I’ve been almost overwhelmed with feelings of nostalgia.
I’ve always said that my home, my spaces, are basically “scrapbooks” of my life, filled with memories of travel, relationships, phases.
My wardrobe is, too. I still miss that green jacket I bought at Villa D’Este.
It’s one of the main drivers behind Nomad Chic. I understood long ago (as a big shopper myself, clearly) that people don’t buy only products—they buy feelings and identity.
It’s what I strive for when I travel in search of those just-right pieces: timelessness. Emotion. Pieces that feel like they belong to a story larger than right now, longer than this moment, this place. I want people walk into Nomad Chic and feel like they’re remembering a trip they haven’t even taken yet.
And lately- I miss simpler times:
Going to my grandfather’s farm every weekend in Okarche,Ok (we really did put fireflys in mason jars).
Getting mail, real letters and postcards from friends. My first apartment in San Francisco had postcards from around the world covering the bathroom walls.
Dr. Scholl classic sandals (I may or may not be hunting some down for the shop).
Summers in Europe with only a backpack and Eurailpass…searching for the next hostel or pension to overnight.
Polaroids.
Writing letters on fresh stationery.
My mom.
And TAB. Dangit, do I miss Tab.
It’s nostalgia, nostalgia, everywhere.
(And on that note, we just released a new playlist: 90’s Nostalgia. At least we can access the sounds whenever we want!)
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