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French Quarter

French Quarter | New Orleans

Top & Skirt | Flats | Clutch

When Kendrick and I first decided to drive across the country to get to our new home in California, we each made a wishlist of can't-miss places. First on his list was New Orleans, a city that each of us had only been to once before (and both only very briefly), and that we'd always talked about visiting together. So we sat down and mocked up our drive, calculating hours and miles and distances we'd need to travel to have everything make sense...and realized that we couldn't make New Orleans happen.

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That Time I Got A Tattoo At A Bar

...Well, okay, I didn't get a tattoo in a bar-bar. More like an room that had been transformed into 1/4 bar, 1/4 vintage boutique, 1/4 epic fashion display, and 1/4 tattoo parlor.

I'm going to back up for a sec.

I started the night at an event at Au Fudge (Jessica Biel's kid-friendly restaurant in Los Angeles) celebrating CNN anchor Adrianna Costa's Haute Mom's Life podcast, where she has candid conversations with celeb moms like Kate Hudson, Heidi Klum, Jessica Alba, and Gwen Stefani, among others. My lovely (very new mom) friend Audrey came with me, and we drank delicious things out of mismatched crystal goblets and chatted about the disaster that is newborns. We cracked up talking to Kristin Cruz of MomAngeles (such a fun site, btw, with tons of great ideas about family-friendly local events), wondered whether that was Soleil Moon Frye over there (still not sure), and furrowed our brows wondering how, exactly, Adrianna can be two weeks away from giving birth to her second child and still capable of peppily hosting a glamorous party in a skintight hot pink dress.

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I Don’t Know Who The Guy In That Photo Is (And More LA Fun)

Me last night, in a very pretty dress. Let's just say things have gone downhill since then.

In lieu of an actual post about my morning, I thought I'd just leave the entire text conversation between myself and Francesca here for you.

P.S. The "skin in bed" reference has to do with residual effects from this, and may go down in history as the single most horrifying experience I have ever subjected Francesca to (and there have been many).

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Totally Drank The Disneyland Kool-Aid

standing in front of the walt disney statue at disneyland

OHHHHHKAY. I get it. I get the forums and the boards and the obsessiveness about Disney. (I still refuse to wear moisture-wicking socks, but I kinda also get the Moleskin thing now because Kendrick's fitbit told us that we walked over seven miles each day, and apparently my feet are not seven-miles-a-day-feet. #ow.)

On Day One, Kendrick and I were all "whatever, let's just walk in any direction that looks fun; we're soooooo chill and soooooo not going to be Those Weird Disney People."

Day Two? Totally morphed into Those Weird Disney People.

"OK so we'll start out by hitting Pirates because the line will be short but let's grab a Fastpass for Indiana Jones on the way and then we can fill the extra time with Tarzan's Treehouse, then let's book it over to Fantasyland and one of us can wait on line for the princesses while the other tours the castle and WAIT, what if we use a Fastpass for Star Wars and then we'll grab one for Ghost Galaxy and then go on Buzz Lightyear while we wait and..."

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The Rock

castle rock in the santa cruz mountains

Castle Rock Santa Cruz Mountains

Blanket | Overalls | Sneakers | Bag | Picnic Basket

Want to know one of my secret, weird reasons for wanting to move here? Every single one of my friends from college who grew up in California ended up going back. They spent a couple of years in Boston or New York, maybe a year or two going to grad school somewhere else...and then they went home. They tell me that they couldn't imagine living any other place; that once you know what it's like to live in California you never want to leave - and even if you do leave for a moment, you always return.


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