I haven’t written in a while, mostly because I’ve been feeling really introverted – a quality that only seems to intensify over time. But today I wanted to post about both Darcy Hemley, one of my favorite family photographers, and also a life-changing moment I had. Last Saturday we shot at Desconso Gardens, which is more organic and much less manicured than most. It’s the perfect lush backdrop for the vintage yellow train that runs through the property, weaving families through wild roses and swaying lilacs. Well. This is part two. Those who know me also know that I contact psychics and mediums on a regular basis to connect with my dad who died years ago. Today my gal told me (along with other odd things), that my father showed her “a train and flowers,” and assured me that he was with us the day we took pictures. For the first time I feel certain that he is still in my life. And these photos will serve as more than just a memory of a beautiful day in the gardens with my family, but also one that was shared with my dad.
If you have kids in LA, it’s safe to say you’re familiar with the term “glamping.” We were thisclose to doing it with some friends this summer but now I’m so glad we’re not because I discovered THIS PLACE: a 576,000-acre wild horse reserve somewhere in Nevada. It costs a small fortune – this, I know. But for something. I mean! There are over-sized hand-painted teepees, butler service and in-tent spa treatments. And most importantly, I don’t think they have Native American Beading and Mocassin classes at the Santa Barbara place. Booooook.
Most people in my life know that I suffer from severe anxiety and like many, it sky-rocketed after I had children. So last week on my birthday I gifted myself a low-dose prescription of a popular SSRI as well as a four day intensive course in Transcendental Meditation. Attack it from all angles! said my therapist. After an emotionally tumultuous few weeks, being surrounded my some of my dearest girlfriends was actually just what the doctor ordered: a shit load of laughter and a whole lotta warmth in the comfort of one of my favorite LA spots. Below, the Delfina Delettrez pink sapphire knuckle ring that I was lucky enough to have received from my husband. Hopefully my man will be able to suffer my wrath for many more years as we celebrate our anniversary tomorrow. And I might even be able to levitate myself to dinner!
Mother’s Day has officially turned into Christmas with all the gift guides, scroll-through galleries and limited time sales. The pressure! On the dads! But I like it! Clearly the thing to give this year is a gorgeous luxe gift box, potentially stuffed with linens, jams, candles and some kind of bouquet to boot. This one from Summerland is for a true LA mama, serving up all the delish essentials she would ordinarily be buying at the Sunday morning farmer’s market, but will be delivered to her door instead. Yup! So she can stay in bed…which is the actual gift, natch.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas and mamas-to-be!
I’ve had “Let It Go” in my head for the past five months, so I’m deciding to change shit up. When I heard that Walter Martin’s “We’re All Young Together” features people like songstress Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, I was like, S’ya, Menzel. I don’t know how to describe the music…soothing, silly, serious…let’s just say there are some cool background tunes for art projects and piecing together puzzles. And the best part? You won’t have to reach for that shotgun.
In the spirit of last night’s Met Ball, I wanted to post about one of my all time favorite accessories: le turban. When I discovered Wild and Whimsy‘s beautiful velvet versions for wee ones, I scooped up one of their sapphire headbands within seconds. And while she teamed it with Marc Jacobs rather than Bobochoses, Kate Moss once sported her own golden version to the aforementioned gala. The moral of this post is: it’s never too early to start angling for that invite.
I just got back from a 36 hour jaunt in Phoenix with m’old college boos. We had one full day there and it poured. In the desert! In April. I’m just sayin’. But in the spirit of a Girls Weekend we logged in Yogalates and spa treats, and then I put all of them on Instagram before our very chez sushi extravaganza (fact: Arizona is like Vegas – I didn’t know this!) And before the seaweed arrived, I was giving a filter tutorial to six special ladies. Let’s just say everything from red-eye group shots to camel toe was posted. Below, the new version of the beloved Poloroid, which can truly never be replaced by an app. Insert Emoji icon of your choice here.
For as long as I can remember, my friend Liz has been talking about creating a product to shove in your kids hair that would make it Marge Simpson-esque. Years ago, she demonstrated her idea for me with first-run prototype. Cut to: she’s selling it on Amazon! Perfectly coined “Pophead,” it comes in three punchy colors that are all different heights. We tucked my eldest’s wild waves into the tallest version and it was an instant hit. Girls who love to pile it on (meaning, everyone) will fancy the snap-in jewels coming out next month. Think Crocs, but way more glam, and for your head. Now that’s what I call a good hair day!
In the spirit of the outdoorsy, wilderness-claiming Coachella (shout-out to many annoying Instagram pics,) I am writing about The Forest Feast, a brand new gorgeous veggie cook book. It is exactly what my cook book would look like if I were a talented chef/nutritionist/reality star. The author, Erin Gleeson, was a food photographer and stylist for the New York Times, which gives her some serious art direction cred. The recipes are arriving on Tuesday so on Wednesday I will be making sage chips, dates with honey lavender goat cheese and clementine cakes. Sounds like the perfect Post-Palm Desert Picks. Or rather, Sad-I-Missed-the-Madness Munchies.
I’m experiencing major wanderlust after being away for a few days in Utah with the kids. Realizing that it’s all about the get-aways, I planned about six trips within the past four days (a special Hacienda in Mexico, a cherry blossom trip to Kyoto, a Sofia Coppola villa in an Italian hilltop town, and finally, the always-beautfiul and somewhat-local Lake Tahoe). I decided that I could be happy staying in this house forever so long as we can get a few special scenery changes each year. Below, a sweet handmade doll from one of my favorite artists, Mathilde de Turckheim, that looks as if it could have been sewn in France, Germany or maybe even the borough of Brooklyn.