While friends were complaining about 90 degree heatwaves in LA, Giselle and I were enduring 118 degree heatstrokes in Palm Springs. But it was vacation, and we loved every second of it. It’s been three weekends…or maybe four…since the 70’s dreamland overnight stay. The problem being, now I just want more mini vacations.
We drove up Saturday morning and stopped at the Palm Springs Visitors Center, formerly a super rad gas station, because I was under the impression we could get exponentially cooler photos than I was ever able to capture. Luckily with the desert as an aesthetically pleasing photo spot to check off our list, I didn’t have to feel like the itinerary planning failure I normally am.
My white denim button up skirt from Forever 21 is one of my favorite things right now. It’s the chameleon of my closet and when I told it I wanted desert vibes, my skirt really gave me it’s all. Paired with an intentionally torn but seriously comfy Unif muscle tee and hand woven boots that are the pride and joy of my shoe collection, this outfit is one of my favorites to date.
I have an unfortunate tendency to arrive everywhere way too early; I’m talking, up to an hour early. I like to think of it as detriment of living too far away form everything, combined with my inability to appropriately predict traffic. In the case of a few Thursdays ago, I was meeting a friend (Evelynn) for dinner at Brick + Mortar in Santa Monica. Because absolutely no one can appropriately predict traffic, on this particular day, I showed up late…but Evelynn showed up later.
With over half an hour to kill, I meandered the block around Brick + Mortar, only to discover the treasure of a lifetime, a full length mystery mirror, in a random corridor off the street. I make no guarantees that there aren’t several businessmen on the other side of this potential one way mirrored-window mocking you as your take selfies, but what you don’t know can’t hurt you. I also don’t promise people walking past you on the street won’t roll their eyes at you as they walk by. Don’t make eye contact. They’re probably jealous they don’t have a cool fringe top to take pictures of in the mysterious one way mirrored-window in the random corridor off the street.
If you’re too cool for selfies, just a hop, skip, and a jump away from the mysterious mirror, you’ll find a parking lot with curvy trees, and clever cement parking labels. I’m not sure who lost the planet, but they should really take responsibility and offer some sort of reward for whomever finds it. If you so choose to spend your time in this parking lot taking shoe-fies*, employees who work in the building may come out to move their cars or leave and stare at you as though you might possibly burglarize them. Calm their nerves by ignoring them and continue taking shoefies. Also, feel free to leave the vicinity.
Now, about Brick + Mortar, I can’t speak for the rest of the food, but the Chicken and Waffles were everything. It normally comes with an orange marmalade, but I’ve been scarred for life by marmalade once before. I replaced it with butter that I didn’t touch, because really, butter on an already rich waffle is totally unnecessary. Just saying. The serving was enough for dinner and lunch the next day, and it’s safe to say I’ll be back. Whether I’ll try something new or only return to gorge on more Chicken and Waffles is still unknown.
*Shoe-fie | noun | self.ie | sel-fe
an image of one’s shoes and outfit taken from above by oneself using a cellphone or digital camera for posting on social networks
I’m one of those people who has a major fondness for old things. Not all old things, but most old things, like typewriters, telephones, vintage glasswear, 1960’s Playboys, my grandma’s jewelry, you know what I’m talking about. I rarely frequent the grungy, really good, thrift stores, either due to lack of access, laziness, or a combination of the two, but my last trip early this week, has made me realize I’ve been doing it all wrong.
For this particular thrift shop extravaganza, I wore my new slip dress because one, I didn’t realize it was chilly outside, and two, slip dresses are the easiest thing to throw on when you’ve been told you have ten minutes to get dressed for spontaneous thrift store shopping.Maybe it’s my lucky thrift store dress, or maybe the thrift store gods were looking down on me, but I found three of the coolest 60’s Playboys that day. I’m talking troves of stories from the likes likes of Ray Bradburry, Ernest Hemingway, Rold Dalh and basically everybody who was anybody. It’s safe to say I’m ready to (carefully) dive into these bad boys. Conveniently there’s no better time than now, because April showers are a very real thing as I write this.
As far as the slip dress is concerned, my favorite way to rock them as of late is with something tied around my waist, and some booties for a little edge. On the flip side, I’m super stoked for these gloomy skies to head on out so I can go for platform sandals and a barely there belt around my waste. because one of these days I’ll acquire a good belt to switch it up.
Every once in a while, that special someone…something…enters your life and you never want to let it go, or stop wearing it. That’s me and my Wildfox sweater right now. From the moment the shopping gods bestowed the new-in-stores-but-magically-half-off sweater upon me, it’s been a struggle to not just wear my new favorite dream cloud all day, every day. So I wear it every other day for good measure. While we’re on the topic of things I can’t stop wearing, you can add this entire outfit to the bill. It’s safe to say this black romper is everything I’ve ever hoped for in a basic piece that I can wear day in and day out. My new-found Free People belt feels like the only accessory I’ll ever need, and my creme Jeffrey Campbells have made a reappearance from the depths of my closet; they’re here to stay. You can believe I’ll be wearing some variation of this look a minimum of once a week, just a warning.
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