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girl crush: leigh beach

September 25, 2014

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don’t let that pretty face fool you; this beauty queen has a mouth on her that makes sailors ask for smelling salts; and i say that with complete admiration and envy.

on today’s latest installment of girl crush i give you the hilarious, charming, gorgeous, albeit right-winged, and talented leigh beach.

leigh is a fellow spin instructor at equinox newport beach.  she has turned sunday mornings into a can’t-miss, rousing revival of great music, laughs, and ass-kicking.

she is my sister in sarcasm, a partner in profanity, and a loving soul who is completely devoted to those she cares for.

i feel so lucky to call her “friend.”

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leigh is the wife to political consultant, eric; and together they happily parent three of the greatest kids: rylan, sawyer, saxon.

you can keep up with their gut-busting adventures on leigh’s popular blog, three before thrity.

when not taking us on hills & sprints, getting to carpool on time, and hobnobbing with political elite, leigh also finds room in her whacky schedule to work at lululemon at fashion island.

today she’s made the time to give us a little behind-the-scenes look into her full life.

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name 5 bottom of the jar products?

Trader Joes Coconut Body Butter Lotion. It’s got that “I just landed in OC from Waikiki smell.”

L’Oreal mascara. It’s the only brand I’ve ever used. I don’t believe in spending a lot of money on mascara…so I’ve never tried anything else. And I never leave home without it on.

Batiste Dry Shampoo. A girlfriend who also happens to be my hair stylist has finally convinced me not to wash every day…I use this dry shampoo between washes. It smells great and keeps my hair from every looking greasy.

Jo Malone Nectarine Blossom and Honey perfume. That reminds me. I’m all out. #anxiety

Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc. “Bottom of the bottle” counts too, right?

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who is your style icon and why?

Can I have more than one? Twiggy. Kate Moss. Drew Barrymore. Rachel Zoe and Nicole Richie. I love bohemian style…It’s so effortless and cool. But I got my appreciation of all things fashion from my mom. I’m pretty sure she wore heels to the delivery room…

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 how do you define luxury?

Dancing until way past midnight and hiring a babysitter to get up with the kids in the morning. Sleeping through the night. Sleeping in until 11am. The automatic tailgate button on my car.

books

what’s the last book you read and loved?

“Naptime is the new happy hour” and “Sippy cups are not for chardonnay.

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 what are your vices?

Goat cheese and chips and guacamole. And country music concerts.

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finish the sentence…

.i can never leave the house without: underwear. I’ve never been able to go commando. Now that I have children in elementary school, I’m sure they appreciate this too.

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what advice would you give your 25 year old self?

Slow down. It’s not a race. Wear more sunscreen.  And, that tattoo you got a few years ago? Yeah, they’re calling it a “tramp stamp” now.

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 what does your ideal 2 weeks off look like?

Hawaii with the whole fam. On the beach every day. Dinner out. Every. Single. Night.

 desert

give me your 5 deserted island items….people and things?

Me, Eric, the kids. And a babysitter. Shit. That’s 6. Oh and toilet paper. Is it bad to swap a kid for TP?

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 what is your idea of perfect happiness? 

A house with AC. A kitchen with an island that’s big enough for the whole family to gather around. A king-sized bed. His/Her closets. His/Her bathroom sinks. I believe these are the keys to a happy marriage. {Still working on Eric for #s 1 and 2}

home

 family members excluded, what is your most prized possession?

It’s a toss-up between our home and my college diploma. Both I’m very proud to own. I almost didn’t graduate from high school on time but I graduated from college with honors. Just took me a little longer to get my shit together.

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in what historical era would you most like to have lived?

The 70s. But then I really wouldn’t have made it out of high school.

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what are your favorite things about living in southern california?

Fish tacos. The beach. Flip flops year round. Only owning one umbrella for a family of 5 and having no idea where it is. Riding our bikes down to the peninsula. Being near my family. I grew up in San Diego with my mom. She moved up here after my kids were born. My dad lives here too and both my parents help us out so much with our kids.

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what are your least favorite things about southern california?

The keeping-up-with-the-joneses mentality…though my guess is that probably exists in a lot of communities outside of So Cal too. Not showing enough love to my boots and jackets. Sky-high tax rates. Sky-high gas prices. A democrat for a Governor. Sorry, what was the original question? The obsession with USC Football Sorry, my ACC-loving husband jumped on my questionnaire.

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see? how can you not LOVE this girl!?!

thank you so much leigh beach for letting me adore you.

your wit, honesty, and overall lovelieness make you even more crushable.

it’s friday i’m in love…

July 18, 2014

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shiny, happy, friday to you my doll-babies!

another week in the books, another year older for my most significant of others.

last night, alongside family from out-of-town, we celebrated with chocolate cake and mint gelato; hunkiest’s two most favorite foods.

the weekend foresees to be one, long spree of extolling the people i love; but first here are few of my friday favorite’s:

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 i am digging jenny lewis’ new single “just one of the guys.”

her video with anne hathaway, kristen stewart, and brie larson {in and out of drag,} is a sweet, silly counterbalance to, a lyrically, melancholly song. jenny lewis wrote the song the night after her father died.

brie larson, a girl crush of mine since her days on the united states of tara, more than makes up and cancels out my involuntarily gag reactions to kristen stewart and anne hatha-vain, in this fun video.

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those who have been to my house have seen my fanaticism:

i’m addicted to the color white.

in all of its shades, moods, and variances, white makes me happier than any other ‘color’ in the paint box.

finally someone else feels this same fancy; in an article for THE LINE, master colorist donald kaufman, who with his wife taffy dahl {what a name!!?}, works with top architects and designers to create over 104 variable shades of white, talks about the power and beauty of this often “un-romantic,” misunderstood color.

pardon me while i swoon.

grace

this week i finished a great book, “ordinary grace” by william kent krueger; a coming of age story, about two young brothers during the summer of 1961, in a small town of minnesota, where death and loss are as common as the 90 degree heat. krueger’s message of grace, in both the young and the old, the tortured and the guilty, is one that has stayed with me for days and i know will linger on for months, maybe even years to come.

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tomorrow i’m getting my photos taken with the famous samantha friedman jacoby; samantha takes insane fitness photos, and i’m so excited to work with this talented genius.

i’ve been living on a diet of cigarette’s and spin bikes.

{oh and chocolate cake with mint gelato}

in truth, it’s just been a week of less peanut/almond butters {my crack} and more cardio.

except for last night i’ve made an enormous version of this salad for dinner every night this week; no cheese {which is like water boarding for me,} this bibb lettuce/tarragon combination is delicious and crazy easy to make.

although saturday night, post photo shoot, all bets are off, and i’m face-planting into a baking dish of brown sugar and butter.

i’m making this nectarine and plum crisp with oatmeal streusel to negate all the cardio and clean eating i’ve committed to this week.

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 wish me luck angel-babies.

here’s to sucking it in, high eyebrows, and photoshop.

cheers to making a weekend splash so big, you get everyone else to join in your pool party!

see you on the other side of sunday m’loves.

~images: helmut newton

spring break

April 16, 2014

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darlings it’s been too long.

i’ve been remiss from my post.

like a rampant co-ed, unleashed on myrtle beach; caution and bra to the wind, my feet dangling, shot-gun, outside the sunroof, as i pass my number to the cutest boy in town; laptops and passcodes have been ebola virus loathe to me………until today.

glad to see you.

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catch me up on you, as i french kiss this cup of dark roast.

is april treating you well?

like me, are you fist pumping the lilac-scented, morning air; HAPPY for warmer days and shorter nights; uber-thrilled with sunday’s episode of game of thrones? –if you’re not caught up…get OFF the internet now!

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against type, {half-asian, allergic to daylight} i’ve been playing outdoors.

each afternoon, with hat on head, pocketing out new parts of town, i taste-test the sunshine, sampling all the radiance and jolly spring has to offer.

nothing too adventurous, typically it’s never more than a five minute stroll down a foreign street, or i’ll park somewhere farther away than usual; the perfect portion of fresh air and vitamin d—nothing more, nothing where i break a sweat or strap on sneakers.

this is me we’re talking about; i wear sunscreen to bed, i have zero desire to trek nepal, nor go anywhere requiring a compass or map. my version of SURVIVOR is a hotel without 24-hour room service.

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competing with sunshine, for air time in my life, is sweet; there is a prolific amount of sweet going around town.

sweetness comes in all forms these days, and not just in my recent, key lime pie face-plants.

my easter basket of sweet includes the tall, the short, male, female, four-legged with whiskers, and a pulse-free, heart rate inducing nemesis keeping me up at all hours of the night.

and sometimes that sweet comes in the form of falling flat on my face, scraped-up knees and bloody elbows for souvenirs, accompanied with a wet-your-pants rendition of how it all went down.

my lesson there was that not all fences need mending. i tend to bloat my importance in other people’s lives. sometimes silence is the loudest and clearest message of all.

now it’s just a matter of me walking, breathing, & hip-shaking my new awareness.

but there’s still sweetness in knowing that although i may not have succeeded in an earnest endeavor, i’m still standing, loving {hard}, laughing {a lot,} and believing in the good.

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i’m a sucker for a happy ending.

{don’t be nasty.}

and i get one every morning and every night…

{again keep it clean, guys.}

thank you is a happy ending.

a 45-second, out of the saddle, sprint, with the biggest, fattest gear, leaving me breathless, and wanting to vomit, is a happy ending.

lessons, even when they leave me tear-stained are happy endings.

the breath of a beast is a happy ending.

 and every time i sit down to say “hello” to you, THAT is a happy ending.

wednesday happy to you my bunny rabbits; wishing you many happy endings…

love,

katie

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