When I was 9 years old I went to the island of St. John in the Caribbean for the first time (I've since been two more times). The ocean water was neon turquoise. Have you ever heard the phrase "neon turquoise" before? Probably not, because you haven't been to St. John. That flamboyant hue of the perfect intersection of blue and green has since been my favorite color, one that I seek out ad nauseum for my nails and for my living space decor, as you might already be privy to 🤓
That trip to St. John was also where I got this little guy, my moko jumbie. He's the first ever possession I bought with money that I "earned myself," from watering plants at home in Napa over the summer when I was first given chores.
I've kept this guy with me for the past 18 years because that neon turquoise and that experience of obtaining something foreign and cool with my own means was really impactful. Only now, 18 years later, am I reading the script that it came with: "Moko Jumbie - a spirit of ancient Africa whose duty it was to purge evil spirits from its domain and protect the villagers from harm. Seen throughout the Caribbean in festivals and parades in the form of stilt dancers." #committosomething