We all know that L.A. is an...interesting city. Progressive, creative, weird-- you can pretty much find every type of person and interest possible somewhere within the vast city (and county) lines. There are definitely a few common threads though. A lot of people work in entertainment, the food scene is huge, and we also boast a pretty huge weed-loving population. Personally, I'm not much a smoker myself (no judgment!), but like any good Angeleno, have had countless friends over the years that indulge from time to time (or sometimes a few times a day). And since I'm no expert in weed paraphernalia, knowing what to give my 4/20-loving friends usually leaves me feeling lost...or sometimes it even leaves me literally lost when I stumble down some back alley off of the Venice boardwalk attempting to look for the perfect marijuana-friendly gift. So finding a fashionable option, like High Jinx, was an easy way to satisfy my need to buy cute things and my friends' love of all things #mj.Read More
Over the weekend, I "attended" Coachella for the first time since high school (I know, I was a prettttyyy cool high schooler, right?). And by "attended," I mean drove down on a party bus with Three Olives vodka, stayed at The Saguaro, and went to some very fun parties, all the while never actually making it to the concert (honestly, who could even get tickets at that point?). It was all very fabulous and Insta-worthy, and I had a great time. But packing for the weekend was a struggle. While I threw every possible Coachella-ready item in a suitcase that was waaayyy too big for 3 days, I realized how much effort it took to dress in the way that I thought I should be dressing. I don't own a fucking flower crown. I have never been a fan of short shorts past the age of 16...and really, when you think about it, should anyone under that age be wearing short shorts to begin with? I'm not overly enthused by excessive amounts of fringe, crochet, wearing bikinis as tops, cowboy boots, flash tattoos, and know enough to stay the hell away from all the cultural appropriation that takes place on the bodies of festival goers. Eventually, I settled on outfits that better reflected my sense of style, but the whole experience made me evaluate the current state of trends.Read More
As you may know, I'm an OG Valley Girl; I grew up in the San Fernando Valley (and no, no one calls it the "SFV") and find myself fighting a constant battle between my Valley pride and shame, emotions that I believe I share with many of my geographically challenged compatriots. But why is it that The Valley just can't seem to hold on to all its nice things?Read More
Sometimes, Mother's Day just creeps up on you. While you're recovering from Coachella and making your summer plans, you realize that it's right around the corner, and all the great brunches and afternoon teas are completely booked up. You might be a bit late to the game, but you still need to figure out a few ways to pamper your Mom...because you know she deserves it. Luckily, we have a few last-minute suggestions in case your Mother's Day plans aren't set in stone.Read More
I'll admit it. I'm a quitter.
Usually, quitting isn't lauded as a positive development in life. Since we're kids, we're told never to give up. Never quit. Grit your teeth, get through it, and finish what you started. We didn't raise a quitter. We don't accept quitters. It's one of the ultimate insults that you can bestow on those with self-respect, passion, and drive.
But sometimes quitting is necessary. It allows you to make a change. To move on. To end something that is bringing you down or keeping you from achieving your goals.
In October 2015, I became a quitter. And I'm so glad I did.Read More