Favorite Finds & Must Haves
Welcome to the part of the website where financial responsibility comes to die.
These are the things I bought because TikTok told me to, Amazon seduced me at 10:28 p.m., or I somehow convinced myself “THIS WILL CHANGE MY LIFE.” And occasionally…it actually did.
Expect home stuff, kitchen gadgets, beauty finds, clothes, dog crap, cozy things, completely unnecessary bullshit, and random treasures I will defend like I invented them.
If I love it, use it, wear it, cook with it, swear by it—or yelled “JET, COME LOOK AT THIS!” when it showed up—it might end up here.
Grab your coffee. Hide your credit card.
We’re making terrible financial decisions together.
Favorite Finds
The best night's sleep EVER
I’ve been taking LullaBites religiously for over a year, and let me tell you—they have me sleeping like I don’t have bills, responsibilities, or a human chainsaw humming beside me.
The recommended dose is two, but I personally only take one. That’s my sweet spot for sleeping soundly without waking up feeling like I’ve been tranquilized by the local zoo. Everyone’s different, so follow the directions and figure out what works for you.
For me? Absolute must-have. 10/10. The chainsaw can keep sawing. I’m going to bed.
NY/NJ Pizza anywhere
The Old Stone 16" Pizza Stone isn’t a kitchen accessory anymore. She’s family. She has tenure. She may actually be in the will.
Every Friday, this bitch gets hauled out because PIZZA FRIDAY IS NOT A SUGGESTION. IT IS A RELIGION.
She gives us that crispy, glorious crust that makes us feel like we own a tiny Italian pizzeria instead of two people aggressively throwing cheese on dough in Vermont.
Jet can get creative with the toppings. I can drink coffee and supervise. But the stone? She carries this family on her back every damn Friday.
If she ever breaks, there will be no Pizza Friday. There will be no joy. There will only be grief counseling and a GoFundMe.
12/10. Permanent houseguest. Never asked to leave
Make-up is wiped out
I was skeptical because apparently we’re just supposed to believe a little pink cloth can take off an entire day’s worth of makeup with WATER?!
But the Original MakeUp Eraser earned a permanent spot in my bathroom. Wet it, wipe your face, and somehow the mascara, foundation, and evidence of every questionable beauty decision you made that morning just… disappears.
It’s soft, reusable, washable, and saves me from going through approximately 47 makeup wipes a week.
Do I understand the witchcraft? No. Do I question it anymore? Also no.
10/10 — wash it, reuse it, and let the tiny magical face towel do its thing.
In Don Pepino we trust. Mostly because Jet said so.
Don Pepino’s Pizza Sauce with Jersey Tomatoes entered this house because Jet’s Facebook pizza cult—I mean, group—said it was THE sauce.
And when a bunch of grown-ass people on Facebook start passionately discussing tomatoes, crust bubbles, hydration percentages, and proper cheese distribution like they’re negotiating a damn peace treaty, apparently you listen.
Jet now SWEARS BY THIS SHIT. Pizza Friday rolls around and Don Pepino better be in the pantry or we’re apparently one can of tomatoes away from a full-blown domestic crisis.
And dammit… the pizza nerds were right. It’s rich, delicious, requires basically no screwing around, and has officially become part of the Pizza Friday Holy Trinity: the stone, the sauce, and Jet hovering over the oven like he’s awaiting the birth of his first child.
12/10 — Jersey tomatoes, Facebook-certified, Jet-obsessed, and if we run out on a Friday, everybody just stay the fuck out of the kitchen.
Keeping the lady garden fresh
This one has earned permanent shower real estate.
The Summer’s Eve Feminine Wash with Boric Acid is gentle, fresh, and makes me feel clean without feeling like I’ve power-washed the entire neighborhood.
I love it for that fresh, balanced, “everything downstairs has its life together” feeling—even when the rest of me absolutely does not.
A little goes a long way, it’s made for external use, and it has officially become one of those products I hate running out of.
10/10 — because sometimes even the lady bits deserve their own skincare routine.
Smooth legs, slippery shower fun
Tree Hut Tangerine Shave Oil smells so damn good it has absolutely no business being attached to an activity as annoying as shaving your legs.
It leaves my skin ridiculously smooth, gives me a great shave, and smells like an orange grove and a tropical vacation had a very sexy little baby.
BUT LISTEN TO ME.
This shit is SLICK. One enthusiastic squirt misses your leg and suddenly your shower has become a naked Olympic qualifying event.!
One second you’re shaving your calf, the next you’re doing an involuntary split, grabbing the shampoo rack for Jesus, and wondering if the EMTs will at least let you put underwear on before they haul your ass out.
10/10 smell. 10/10 shave. 47/10 chance of meeting your ancestors if you don’t rinse the shower floor.
Absolutely love it. Buy it.
Just remember: smooth legs aren’t worth a fucking hip replacement.