bkr perfect bottle brush is finally back. Minimal, tall and narrow, this BPA- and phthalate-free plastic brush is perfect for cleaning your bkr. The bristled end makes scrubbing and cleaning hard-to-reach places a breeze. Same perfect bottle brush, now in a new and perfected design.
Hot cleaning tips: Your bkr bottles and cups are 100% dishwasher safe on the top rack and sanitize there. If they get gross it’s probably because you need to wash them more often (we do daily) and/or you might just need this perfect bkr brush and some elbow grease.
- Compatible with all bkr bottles and cups
- 2.25” diameter (5.8cm) and 11” long (28cm)
- 1.6oz (45g)
- Clean with warm soapy water
- DO NOT put in dishwasher
- Dry before storing
- BPA-Free
- Phthalate-Free
Doe Color.
Inspired by a seaside utopia so relaxing that it would have bored you to death when you were younger but now is your favorite place on earth, up high on cliffs with the ocean spread out below it, no grocery stores, no movie theaters, no streetlights, no mailboxes, very few people, an entirely neutral palette that reminds you of your favorite lip balm, the one place you can read a book in absolute silence, bambi and her entire extended family in your vast back yard, walls of only windows, feeling simultaneously inside and outdoors.
“You’re still a Rockstar” I whisper to myself as I take my multivitamin and get in bed at 9:00.
Tutu Color.
Inspired by warrior women crisscrossing the globe in the name of fashion, slinking around London in trusty pink ballet flats, wearing them until they look like dirty Band-Aids, a Rossini-centric soundtrack in a store where everyone speaks with French accents, hair pulled back fresh and clean off the face, a sheer blouse with elbow-length sleeves and rose gold buttons.
And it was just really an attempt to see herself with new eyes and extra colors, with no plans and no intention of arriving- just the knowledge that she would come back different from how she left.
James Color:
Inspired by forever friends, the ones there for you in all your dark and light moments, crying with you before they even know what you’re crying about, ordering sushi at midnight together, a thousand conversations on a purple velvet sofa, understanding every micro-emotion that washes over the other, pink champagne to celebrate important nothings, a sisterhood of choice, and every hang seems to end in a dance party in the kitchen somewhere between a red stove and attunement, trust, laughter, sage green walls, and the emotional neosporin that is us.
Never mind romance, a friendship is the real love story.