There are rules to eating cinnamon rolls. Not written rules, of course. More like the unspoken kind, the slow living kind. You don’t just eat a cinnamon roll. You make it an experience.

A chunky, cropped sweater with large buttons. A How to Embroider People book. (This may not even be a thing!) A Blythe Leonard bag, the larger size, so it actually fits my laptop. And the list goes on. It’s my want list. A running list on my phone where I dump everything I think I “must have” in the moment.