Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the auction. I’ll say this about Joan Didion: she had one chic estate. They include fancy things (Celine sunglasses, a set of pink glass teacups) and useful things (reading glasses, a six-piece Le Creuset set). There are also, unsurprisingly, a lot of books. It got me thinking about what I would have for sale in my own estate sale. When I die, which I hope will be soon, who will take off with my twelve hundred fountain pens? My aesthetically pleasing productivity cube? My Timothee Chalamet pinup posters?
With all this in mind, here’s 5 things you’ll find in my estate auction:
1) Empty, decrepit tube of Weleda Skin Food Original Ultra Rich Cream. Also recommended by writer Stephanie Danler, the most aggressively thirsty Joan Didion acolyte I know. Hey, a throughline!
Estimated value: $10
2) The Princess Diaries, books 1-3. Literally tearing apart at the seams, as any well-loved book should be, this is a foundational text for my personality, writing style, and taste in men.
Estimated value: 25 cents.
3) Five broken French presses. This remains my favorite method for making coffee, and yet, even though it is literally fool proof, I truly don’t know anyone who has an intact French press.
Estimated value: $45
4) A CISCO Systems baseball cap from the eighties that I stole from my mom—my most prized possession currently. That is, if I’m not buried with it, because I do love the idea of becoming a skeleton in a baseball cap.
Estimated value: $150
5) Deck of Tarot Cards Curse on your family included!
Estimated value: $300, but the buyer must be a practicing witch so I can ask her questions from the afterlife.
6) Ironically, 6 unused notebooks, 2 of them also black Moleskines.
Estimated value: $1,000
7) Two untouched, never used mates with corresponding bombillas. The metaphor pretty much writes itself with this one.
Estimated value: $50
8) This money bank.
Estimated value: priceless
10) Cursed pile of SEPTA tokens. Every time I think I’ve gotten rid of the last of them, I’ll reach into the pockets of a pair of pants I haven’t worn in years and find another one. A regular monkey’s paw of the 21st century.
Estimated value: negative billion dollars.
Yours in life and beyond,
-M