Butter Fly

Picture this: you’re at the grocery store, standing in the butter aisle, existentially weeping because life’s too short for margarine—and that’s exactly the energy Butterfly is channeling.

Front and center, a slab of golden butter glares at you like it’s just realized it’s already past its prime. Flip around and there’s a scarlet fly, wings frozen in mid-buzz under a single defiant word: FLY.

Rock this when you need to acknowledge two uncomfortable truths:

• Somewhere between your 30s and your midlife crisis, you became both slippery and fully airborne.

• You’re still the hottest mess in the room.

The hues punch harder than a toddler’s tantrum at bedtime, the joke lands gentler than that therapist you keep ghosting, and the overall vibe is: “I may be sliding downhill, but at least I’m doing it in style.” Expect strangers to pause, scratch their heads, and mutter, “That’s… actually kind of brilliant,” while your friends shower you with just-barely-tolerable praise.

Butterfly: proof that even when your life is greased for chaos, you can still fly. 🧈🦋