summer flash sale!

July 31, 2014



to all my fashion-forward, kittens:

listen up, this is not to be missed.

tomorrow, friday august 1st, running for three days, mary jo matsumoto is having a have-you-lost-your-mind!?!? flash sale on her website; we’re talking 50% off the already, reduced prices—i had to email mary jo twice for clarification on sale; i couldn’t believe the bags were actually going to be available at these prices.

they are.

all of my most beloved mjm bags are available:

{clockwise from top left}

the bridge tote, the linen + leather tote, the trestles tote, and my summer favorite, the newport harbor tote.


here’s me last summer showing off my newport harbor tote, and tomorrow you can get it half off.

crazy cakes!


need to get a jumpstart on the holidays?

the cloudy with a chance of surfing tote, the pink snakeskin print clutch, the cloudy with a chance of surfing wallet and the myth hunter tartan wallet all make the best christmas presents.


and my most favorite bag, in the history of bags, the knot clutch, will also be available for 50% off the already reduced price.

start staking out your booty now–and then on friday, august 1st the 50% flash sale code goes into play {it will be on mary jo’s website.}

happy shopping m’loves.

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let’s get baked!

July 21, 2014

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a monday happy to you m’loves.

despite my damnedest to choke back the reins on a runaway, speeding summer, summer still barrels ahead at a breakneck pace.

this weekend was no exception.

my self-esteem got off to a proper, humiliating start on friday afternoon courtesy of the blow dry bar, where i had hoped to get an upper hand on my hair for my saturday photo shoot with samantha jacoby–which as the day neared i was 1000% regretting knowing i was nowhere near the level of subject she typically shoots.

going through the obligatory script, the hair stylist asked me if i had any “big plans” for the weekend. i replied that i had a photo shoot on saturday, and thus was getting my hair done for it; whereby she stopped my shitty head massage, peered down at my figure and face with autopsy focus, and said {I. SWEAR. TO. GOD.}:

“oh. so you’re a photographer?”

i laughed so hard i concussed my head on the shampoo bowl.

serves me right for being such a lazy bitch, and not washing my own hair.

ego decimation aside, samantha was a blast.

i don’t care if i end up looking like an old cow in the photos, i made a new girlfriend which is the bigger win.


with my self-regard in the toilet, compliments of a round-brush wielding witch, the only way to clinically feel better about myself was to get immediate access to sugar and butter.

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although the plan was try this nectarine concoction; i got all fraidy cat and instead went with an old standby i’ve been making since college that has never disappointed me; kind of like cashmere, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, and amy adams, this plum cobbler does not let me down.

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 truly a summer dessert, my red plum crunch relies on the sourness of summer {red} plums to give it a very tart contrast to the sweet of a traditional cobbler.

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i’m pretty sure this is the same bottle of créme de cassis i used in college.

you cannot taste the alcohol; i hate desserts that taste like liquor.

i don’t even like my cocktails and wine to taste like booze.

the créme de cassis gives the dish a rich, almost smokiness that plays so well with vanilla ice cream.

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if you ask me though the “crumble” is really the upshot of the recipe.

brown sugar: good.

butter: good

oatmeal & cinnamon: good

i double the recipe for the topping.

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and even with the double there may or may not have been an extra bowl of crumble made for the emotionally borderline,  “photographer” and her need to binge it out.

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the finished product….made prettier with flowers and china.

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i have a feeling that “look” back there is how pillow-mageddon began last week.

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although delicious on its own, the red plum crunch becomes a bowl-scraper with vanilla talenti gelato.


my 20 year old recipe still holds up to the emotional eater test.

i devoured my bowl in olympic record time.

tummy love to you my darlings.

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July 17, 2014


 yesterday afternoon a stranger, grabbed my un-manicured, heavily purell’d hand, looked me straight in the eye, and said:

young lady, you’re in mighty need of a road trip.”

after what seemed like the world’s longest, awkward silence, where i’m pretty sure mexico heard my stomach growl, he then, like nothing happened, asked if i’d like a raffle ticket for bringing my reusable bags.

 completely random and unexpected, but anyone who addresses me as “young lady” these days will get my attention; ever since this exchange my brain has been on vitamix level 10.


what is about my day six, unwashed hair, my carefully curated wardrobe, an outfit that drew the “oh you’re still in your pajamas?” comment from my neighbor, and my angry attempt to pay for groceries with a blockbuster video card, whereby i accused the inept credit card slider of conspiracy; what was it about this display of woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown that begged such unsolicited advice?


apparently i got a fever, and the only prescription is a road trip.

to be honest, i don’t really care if i come off as a malnourished soul, whereupon the only sustenance involves gps, a good playlist, and few other emaciated spirits looking for a change of scenery and to co-pilot.

but i do want to remedy this void.


i’ve never really been on a true road trip.

i’ve driven places before, and tried to dress them up as road trips with books on tape and games of I SPY, but ‘point A to point B’ doesn’t really reckon as a road trip.

these expeditions haven’t been of the vacation nature either; not the type of trips to warrant a facebook album.


now, like priscilla and her pillow fetish, i’m pining for that facebook album experience.

i want to ride shotgun, my feet on the dash, belting out my best “forever in blue jeans” and “queen of hearts.

i want to live on a diet of red vines and punch lines; where the itinery is loose and the schedule is even slacker than my boyfriend jeans.


my dog and pony-show needs a one horse town.

a single road, one general store on main street, a sunday service in a lean-to church to tame my fitful heartbeat.

i want to eat donuts and coffee at a countertop of cowboys, served by a chain-smoking waitress, with more salt and vinegar than the homemade spicy mustard you can only find in a roadside diner.


i long for a night where the star rating of my lodging correlates to the number of stars i see in the sky. {please do NOT mistake this statement for me wanting to camp!!}


being a california girl, i’m thinking this route may be a good place for me to start; i’ve been to each city, but not in a road trip capacity.

then again, i’ve had this physical, aching pain for all things northeast of late.

this new england itinerary has me salivating for apple-picking + antiquing come october.


although not a delineated passage this list of 59 jaw-dropping roadside attractions in the midwest has me hankering to be dropped off in kansas to see the world’s largest ball of twine, an amuse bouche for dorothy’s house and land of oz in the next city over.

i don’t condone recreational drugs…..but what the fuck is going on in kansas?

“toto, i think you’re high?”


i don’t think i have a fancy enough camera for this next one, but this tour among the four corners of the southwest looks like a trip of a lifetime.

colorado, new mexico, arizona + utah all in one swoop.

one photo opp after another; this is probably the area where the “no-filter” preference is used most.


this oregon trail has me hankering for flannels, eddie veder, and coffee in a tin mug.


so what do you say?

who’s in?

are you the road trippin’ type?

what have been your favorite places to road trip?

where do you long to visit?

happy trippin’ my loves.

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thoughts on a thursday morning….

June 19, 2014


even though, calendar-wise, we’re still technically in spring, around here the neighborhood air is coconut suncreen-scented, and beach-cruisers outnumber bmw’s.

summer has arrived.

here are some other undeniable things happening in my world:


berries are abundant.

it’s no secret to you m’loves that i’ve been having fun with these sweet, mouth-watering candies.

i’m still doing my strawberry water and our backyard bush is on its very last bloom.

but i just stumbled across this summer berry PUDDING and i am an obsessed catnipped kitten.

have you even heard of “berry pudding”!?!

that’s like the best two words EVER coming together and having a baby.

like: prada sale, cheese plate, pre-nup, or phen-fen….

maybe one of my culinary readers will venture a make of this delicious recipe…

for now i’m just going to fantasize about berry pudding.


one should never underestimate the power of puppy breath.

even if you’re a cat person, i dare you to find yourself a pup, and not be boiled over with giggles and oxytocin.

and stay out of the pet stores…so many shelters are teeming with adorable puppies needing volunteers for walks and companionship; just an hour a week can make a difference in your mood.

i dare you.

AND if this video of a puppy litter’s first swim doesn’t cure your summertime blues maybe you should just switch to barbiturates in your green smoothie.


speaking of mind-altering substances….gotta give a big shout out to my newest supporter.

thanks granny.


and not that you need a reminder, but they still install “wash your hands” signs in restrooms.

yesterday i had a migraine that gave waterboarding a run for its tortuous money.

i wanted to call in “pissy” to work, but it was too late to find a sub.

instead i walked around for the first part of my morning with my headache as the center of my universe; expecting the rest of the universe to act accordingly.

it took effort for me to be kind.

i did need a reminder, and got one.


a student….going through pain herself, not a migraine, but just as raw; something i could unfortunately share in the experience of.

loving on her and trying to show her kindness actually made me forget about my stupid head; all i felt was love and compassion even though i was so sad for her.

we are never alone; even in our pain.

sometimes, often times, sharing or focusing on the fact that there are others who are feeling just as bad as us, and can use support, is often the remedy we need to solve our own crisis.

at least that’s how it seems to work for me…


so there are my thursday thoughts.

wishing you a day full of puppy kisses, sunny skies worthy of coconut sunscreen, and the gift of feeling compassion for someone else.



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a weekend wrap-up…..

June 9, 2014


monday glitter in the air to you m’loves!

i hope this weekend provided the proper dress rehearsal for another week full of take-your-breath-away moments, unsurpressable laughter, and grateful reflection.

mine did.

and more.

but first a question for you:

does betty ford take patients for balsamic vinegar addiction?

if so, i might need to take the month of july off.

saturday morning i finally succumbed to the gourmet blends oil and vinegar booth at the farmers’ market.

and ever since i have had an IV drip of their white balsamic attached to the inside of my left elbow.

i can’t get enough of this stuff; purchased only two days ago, we’re almost halfway through the bottle….some people do gin…we do balsamic vinegar….

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last night i went major {don’t click if you’re the queasy type} o-ren-ishii  on this bushel of kale.

 my go-to, no-fail kale salad recipe is super simple, and doesn’t waste any of my new precious vinegar.

what are your favorite kale recipes?

~side note…this is my fourth reference to o-ren on this blog…i can happily attest that after numerous  which quentin tarantino character are you? quiz re-takes; i time after time score “o ren ishii“–as my character!

and! and! and!—this is the third kill bill reference i’ve had in less than 72 hours….obsessed much? which quentin tarantino character do you think you’d be?

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on saturday afternoon this sexy betty tried to give me crabs.

swear to god…right in front of her children too.

instead of a round with crustaceans, bibs, and prescription ointment, i drank my first belmont breezewhich thankfully tasted like a hawaiin fruit punch wine cooler.

i’d be a much better drinker if more cocktails tasted like wine coolers…


i just thought of a game!

if you were a wine cooler, what kind would you be and why?

i’d be “geisha berry”—–a blend of malt liquor, lychee fruit, and strawberry….a subtle, stealth, sweet on the surface beverage, but give me and hour and i’ll have your giggling behind your hand, belting out islands in the stream at a karaoke bar {all things i’ve done—-not sober.}

i was able to get 3/4 of it finished before i had to walk home, ass and headache in hand…..#rookie.

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the rest of the weekend i down-timed it in bed with my face in this book.

another fun, quick, summer read; a family with secrets {name me a family without?} goes to mallorca for two weeks and emotions erupt…

so that’s the wrap-up…what about you? reading? seeing? doing? drinking? eating?

oh and don’t forget to tell me your wine cooler name?

and can we be friends please? i don’t think i can keep up this finding my self-esteem in the bottom of a belmont breeze much longer.



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May 2, 2014


on wednesday i was called out on instagram, by the beautiful cassie, to expose the inside of my soul gym bag.

my first reaction to this public summons was to politely pretend i hadn’t seen the request, to suddenly have a convenient “social media” hiatus. the contents of my gym bag are rather voodoo + curious, and further the already established conviction that i AM a freak with obsessive compulsive propensities.


state’s evidence number one: my yogi toes mat; that i actually use to teach for spinning as it covers the entire top of my bike without me having to touch any of the already fastidiously cleaned surfaces, but like i said they make medication, hospitals and jackets sans armholes for people like me.

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but today is about my wow drops. they have received the most attention and questions.

i am pretty much never without this .338 fl oz bottle in my hand day and night.

wow drops are all natural chlorophyll and peppermint oil.

i buy mine at mother’s market, but you can get them on amazon.

this sharp punch of what i can only describe as mint mixed with turpentine, coats my throat with its own soothing spa day, and helps my voice when i teach.

although they are marketed as a breath freshener i tout wow drops as my number one health booster. if i had to choose between my vitamins, my supplements, green juices, etc—all the things i associate with staving off the ick and keeping me healthy and cold/flu free, i attribute it to my wow drops.

chlorophyll is what gives plants their green color and helps photosynthesis happen {didn’t know you were going to get a science lesson here did you?} chlorophyll is a fantastic blood cleanser and blood builder {aka detoxifier;} chlorophyll also helps alkalinize our blood, which is important to help fight off disease and inflammation.

peppermint oil has been used for centuries to treat so many maladies: heartburn, the common cold, cough, inflammation of the mouth and throat, and sinus and respiratory infections. it is also used for digestive problems including heartburn, nausea, vomiting, morning sickness, irritable bowel syndrome, upset stomach, and bacterial overgrowth of the small intestine.

and THAT will hopefully be that last time i ever write “small intestine” on the blog…{fingers crossed.}

these two wonder elements are the sole ingredients in wow drops.


so the application of wow drops is a little tricky…the directions say you can dab a drop on your “wrist” and then lick your wrist, but every time i read that i think of HIM, and also an awful senior trip to puerta vallarta involving many bottles of tequila, which my liver and conscience are still paying for…

so i just drop it right on my tongue and keep my wow bottles close so no one thinks to share.

you feel kind of silly at first…tongue out for all the nation to see, and it doesn’t come out all that much, but that’s a good thing…all you want is ONE drop….cuz…….





they are named “wow” for a reason.

those drops are strong.

punch-you-in-the-face, pull-my-hair, and don’t call me the next morning, strong.

wow! as in did a blizzard just roll in through town and take a detour in my mouth?

wow! as in the monster from the matterhorn ride at disneyland just hand delivered a icy-snowball down my throat.

wow! as in thanks for the pick me up, but now i’m going to go cry, suck my thumb, and look for an all you can eat burrito bar.

four years later and i’m still not used to its potency {men insert all your inappropriate feral puns here.}


but if you give it 10 seconds, an arctic loveliness overcomes your throat and even your person.

wow drops, once the initial shock wears off, are actually very calming and soothing.

and yes, your breath is minty fresh..

take a sniff.


best of all you’re cold and flu free, with a mouth always on tap for smoochin’.

kisses to you m’loves.

~i hope i haven’t bored you into a coma, like i apparently have with priscilla ↗.

weekend happiest to you.

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use your words katie

April 25, 2014


i’ll try to use words.

there are the obvious ones: grateful, beholden, indebted, disbelieving, bed-wetting; but they all seem flat and empty compared to the marching band of thankful drumming around in my belly as i try to sit still.


wednesday afternoon, in a ballroom teeming of my heroes, idols, icons, and personal celebrities—people i look up to and admire, and never in a million years would even aspire to emulate, they’re that stratospheric, out of my league fabulous; and there i was, breaking bread, sitting knee-to-knee, posing for selfies, and talking shop on bar stools with them.


i was at the historic roosevelt hotel, in hollywood, california, for the annual equinox forum on group exercise, a global {we now have clubs in canada and london} meeting of managers and executives from every single equinox club in the world, to discuss, celebrate and plan equinox’s vision for the future.

it was obvious someone had made a GIANT mistake with my invitation, and most likely was going to get fired…..wes pedersen.


i kept my mouth shut, drank the free coffee, tried not to draw too much attention to myself by eating the free breakfast, and did my best to take it all in like the poser i am.

it was a day crammed full of inspiration.


i stopped counting the number of times i put index fingers to temples, in effort to commit my note-taking to memory. visions of the future, statistics of how far we as a company have come, testimonials from members whose lives have dramatically changed from the support of fellow instructors, people i know and love; this was an eight-hour re-affirmation {not that i needed it} of why i get jiggy with what i do.


we are in the business of changing people’s lives; every day, every single morning and night, and i feel so lucky to be a part of it. the reality of what i get to do sometimes knocks me to the ground, in holy-shit, gratitude.

winding down the day we ended with the “noxie” awards ceremony, celebrating and rewarding the best in the industry for their dedication to equinox, and ingenuity at their affiliate clubs. it still is beyond me that i was allowed to witness and join in on this celebration.


writing these next words feels like an out of body experience, as did the moment my photo and name flashed on the screen, when carol espel named me as a winner of my own “noxie” in the category of group exercise excellence.

i’m pretty sure i threw up.

there were multiple f-bombs on my part {sorry amy dixon.}

and i ruined the photos with my tears.

those are the only snippets i remember.


again, most likely there was a mistake made somewhere, and someone will be losing their job, but for the time being, i am chin-t0-chest, hands in prayer, beyond thankful and feel utterly aghast, drunk on the fireworks of support and kindness i’ve been receiving over the last 48 hours.


i once had a family member question my career choice:

all those years studying at ucla, and you’re teaching aerobics for a living?”

i’m not going to lie, this has fucked with me; as if i was less-than, or wasteful with my education or brain.

often times i’ve felt small or less erudite amongst so-called “professionals”-those who sit at desks and make decisions affecting world markets and policies for communities, teachers teaching our precious babies to be good citizens; mothers who stay at home raising future voters and toddlers to potty on toilets.

i don’t know how to do any of those things, i can’t even make a pie crust, but i can show you how to plank?


but i realize, often times i’m the link before these professionals and parents get to said desks, classrooms or kitchens.

on wednesday we talked about our “through line” for the classes we teach; what’s our intention, our objective when we go in to teach…mine is always the same, has always been the same since i taught my first class seventeen years ago:

walk out of class feeling better than you walked in here.


no it’s not profound or tweet worthy. but as i teach, cue and correct i have visions, hopes, expectations of my tribe going off on their day with a feeling of self-induced empowerment; a positivity that hopefully their spouse or partner, co-worker, or even enemy will feel.

maybe that day will be the day they’re able to forgive, let go of the albatross of bitter holding them back from living a more joyful life. perhaps a lyric of a song will remind them how far they’ve come from a bad break-up, or maybe just an encouraging woo-hoo from a fellow rider will confirm to someone else, one whose heart might be in the middle of breaking into a million little pieces, that they are not alone.

i want my students friends  family walking out of class feeling like this.

this is why i teach.

i am beyond grateful for my award, but the real award is this family.

thank you equinox.

thank you family.



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spring break

April 16, 2014


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.


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!


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.


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.


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…



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it’s friday i’m in love

April 4, 2014

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friday-you’re my all-time favorite-to you m’loves!

my heart + head are taking a victory lap around the happy track as i reflect on my week well-spent.

i’ve earned each one of my evening bubble baths, and i have the scrapes, bruises and aching knee as proof.

as much as i complain about being tired, sore and wanting more days off, i can’t put a price tag on that feeling of satisfaction, at the end of the day, when it’s too exhausting to even emotionally eat, of having worked my face off.

here are a few other things putting effervescent, linden-scented, bubbles in my life:


ok please tell me you all have sisyphus?

no, not the venereal disease that killed al capone and paul gaugin.


the new album from Sufjan StevensSon LuxSerengeti?


mind blown–

—thundered like that popcorn bag you forget to take out of the microwave and that has now exploded hot, burnt, morsels of popped fever throughout the house.

this will be my spring/summer playlist.

let’s JAM!

{do you know how happy it makes me that i spelled the word venereal wrong 3 times?}

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how do you like my new cup?

villa pilates and yoga {my wednesday night, pilates party joint} just got the best, new coffee mugs in their shop.

they have three different versions….you better snap one up, asap, before they’re all gone.

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i’ve had a great round of random, unplanned {one planned} encounters with friends this week.

don’t you love those spontaneous pockets of catch-up time in the grocery aisle or coffee line? all week-long, i was gifted with meaningful, resonant, albeit too short, brushes with love and friendship.

typically when i run into friends i’m sporting my most-haggard, is-she-homeless-outfit:

“no sir, i don’t need your extra change, but thank you for the offer, i WILL eat the rest of your burrito though.”

fortunately all week-long i’ve been wearing my new favorite sweatshirt to help dispel any current vagabond rumors.

again, from villa pilates and yoga {my paycheck is pretty much a wash for what i end up buying each week; carly sources the BEST stuff in town.}

this california landscape sweatshirt fulfills every jennifer beals/flashdance fantasy i’ve ever had. it has not left my back since i took it off the hanger.

“villa” has a few left {call carly,}  and there’s a cool new mexico landscape on 35 mm’s website.

it’s made from the softest material, and hangs kind of low in the back; it’s a great sweatshirt for chilly, coastal california, summer nights.

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 the other day i was asked what my “look” typically is…

 “a snarl, of course!

i snapped back, bad-temperedly.

having to have the question re-explained to me {twice,} i, now, have a different answer.

my look? my style?

got it.

i wish i could say i’m of the ladylike, preppy-ilk: she whom lunches with a cavalier king charles spaniel in her kelly green, kate spade; knees perfectly knocked together, crossed at the ankles in satin-ribbon adorned ballet flats, sipping chamomile tea while waxing poetic over the latest jodi pocult novel, and philanthroping hard for her junior league’s upcoming charity ball, but that fucking shit isn’t me.

i so admire this style and have tried to emulate it most of my life: think popped collar, manicure to match, grandmother’s pearls, and a hem-length just as afraid of heights as i am…

but alas my nails haven’t been painted since 2013, granny wore kimonos, and even my conversational french {which is nil} is so brimful of profanity; one sentence out of my filthy, four-letter peppered mouth, and my membership into club preppy was axed.

lately my style is best described as a twelve-year old, pre-pubescent boy with a penchant for blow dry bars and heavy duty eye cream.

case in point: check out my new vans!

they’re black and white checker-board slip-on’s and they’re the raddest things to ever happen to my feet; second to a massage i had in shanghai, ten years ago, but that post is password protected.

and best of all priscilla think my vans are low-class, so it’s highly unlikely she’ll destroy them.

nevertheless she will be with me at the skate park this afternoon.


so i may prefer vans over valentino, but i’m still a sucker for the beauty parlor.

yesterday i had a fun visit with my original girl crush, misha nesselrod.

misha, known as the eyebrow-whisperer, has also become the eyelash fairy.

i’ve had eyelash extensions before.

no one else knew i had them, they just assumed i was a coffee-addicted, vans-wearing, twelve-year old boy, looking for the nearest drag-queen competition. and after one too many inquests into my tucking talent i nixed going to the eyelash extension bar.

that is until misha convinced me to let her do “express” lashes on me…promising me i wouldn’t look like ru-paul.

express lashes from misha are a 30 minute, SUPER-natural looking, painless, affordable option for those of you, like me, who have been burned before by the reach out and touch the car in front of you, lashes.

you can see in my photo how natural looking they really are.

while i was there i also got a great trim from laurie bernard. this was my first haircut at holiday salon, and i can see what all the buzz is about.


and lastly:

VEEP is back this sunday!

now, DUH, of course, like all of you, i’ll be watching game of thrones with bated brain and breath, but VEEP is just so friggin smart and hilarious i’m just as excited about its return.

it’s the perfect antidote to all the dark, grimy, sinister shows i tend to love and have been bingeing on of late.

the no they did not!??!! factor on veep is so high i was alarmed when a former white house press secretary from the new republic wrote that VEEP is “more accurate than you realize.

god help us.

can we please just get someone to have the OPPOSITE opinion about house of cards?


every time i see joe biden on tv now, i get a gag-inducing image of him, jill, and mr. secret service man, three-some’ing on the kitchen counter…i need this erased from my brain PLEASE!!

so there you have it: my favorites for my favorites.

did i miss anything?

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

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it’s friday, i’m in love…

March 21, 2014


friday two-fists in the air to you m’loves!

i sprung out of bed, landing toe-ball-heel, raring to dance the hippy-shake.

who else is with me?


this week marked me officially as a certifiable certifed dailey method instructor.

i love my new home, my boss, my fellow teachers and students.

please come visit me at this gorgeous newport beach barre studio.

we’ll tilt our hips, scoop our abdominals and tone our “seats,”—–and you might even get a little miley twerk from me if you’re sweet.


i’m trying to write this post; stay on point, keep it succinct and interesting, but there’s a seduction taking place to my right; a dark, robust suitor nesting in my coffee mug, competing for my affection and attention with its smoky aroma and bitter caramel taste.

my vegan princess-pal patty, lavished a bag of these prized roasters’ choice beans on me, from the handsome boys, the hot new name in delicious, gourmet, coffee.

the distraction is killing me.

please excuse typos and grammatical errors….”it was the coffee officer, i swear.”


more gifts! more gifts! more gifts!

this is my happy “gift face”⇧

i’m telling you i AM the luckiest brat in town.

i LOVE it when my students/friends give me music; specifically in the mixed tape/cd form–it’s like i’m back in jr. high again, biting my nails when my crush walks by {the janitor} and wetting pants when i laugh too hard {yes, i was THAT girl.}

this particular bad boy is from my love, litza. she is queen of finding the rare, never been heard before, mashup—i’m convinced in her spare time she actually makes them herself.

litza knows my style and my taste for the power of the not so in your face, blatant, is that bass or did you just jack hammer my eardrum?, song.

phantogram can do no wrong for these types of moments, and she included their newest single “fall in love” on my mixed c.d.

more often than not the orange county vanity plate is a nauseating dispatch of one’s wealth: CASHMNY, STKBRKR, UPGRDE, INDABK, BNKRLD + HIRLLR are some recent examples of plates i’ve espied around town {the gulfstream/bristol farms parking lot is a fantastic stockpile for such vehicle-egomania.} hunkiest and i actually have a game with another couple where we take photos of the most obnoxious vanity plates we see; typically these messages are framed with a maroon and gold USC trojan frame {not trying to be a hater, but we have the photographic proof, AND our fellow game players-trojans themselves, can begrudgingly attest to this,} but on occasion i see a super cute vanity plate….yesterday i saw this one and it made me smile.

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something else to make you smile: jennifer lawrence’s deleted lip sync scene from american hustle.

i wasn’t too wild about this film. i thought jennifer lawrence was the only bright spot in the whole movie; such a shame this scene of rosalyn furiously cleaning the house like a rabid, meth-addicted chipmunk, simultaneously singing santana’s “evil ways” was axed.

i enjoyed this clip more than the entire 2 hour and 9 minute running time.

here’s the whole four-minute scene {worth the watch!}

so there they you have it, my friday loves…anything you care to share, darling readers?

wishing you a weekend of shaking hips, baby momma’s, and cash money!

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

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