Carmel never gets old for me.

I mean, the town is definitely a bit of a spectacle: everyone is super wealthy (or at least that's how it appears) - we're talking Maseratis and Lamborghinis literally lining the streets - which creates an atmosphere that might not be to everyone's taste. (As an example, we saw one twenty-year-old driving down the street in his red Ferrari with his red Ferrari hat on and talking - loudly, of course - into his red Ferrari-covered cell. Eeeeeeughhh.)

But occasional bursts of attitude aside, there's also such a lovely small-coastal-town vibe. Sort of like Cape Cod, minus the lobster. And it's beautiful - to get there, you wind down a road past stunning little Spanish-style houses, and if you keep going all the way down to the water you find the most perfect white sand sloping down into a bright blue cove. Great (albeit expensive) shopping, great food, great weather, great drive; definitely one of my all-time favorite day trips.

Alright, Francesca. Hand over the shoes.

...Anytime. Really.

When you have a friend who is Italian and is always running off to Italy to see her Italian relatives, you get to hear stories like this: "So I found these gorgeous Prada platforms that I really liked but they were a fortune, and then I was in this little boutique in Italy and stumbled across a man forging handmade shoes from ancient wooden shipwrecks and linen woven by nuns, and he made me a pair exactly like the Prada ones I'd been wanting except they cost three dollars, and then he fed me prosciutto and sparkling rose in the sunbaked piazza and we fell in love."

Sunglasses | Cardigan (similar) | T-Shirt | Sweatpants (similar) | Journal | Bag | Slides | Scarf

Oh, hello there! I'm in New York City. Sort of. I'm in a hotel preparing for a meeting, and then I will be in that meeting, and then I will be on a plane back to San Jose. So I'm not "in New York," exactly, I'm more "moving through New York at very rapid speeds."

I stood under the Empire State Building this morning, though, so that was something.

MAN, have the past five days ever involved a lot of travel. A seven-hour drive to Los Angeles, a seven-hour drive back, a quick emptying and repacking of my duffle, a six-hour flight to New York, and now (or at least later today) a six-hour flight back. I'm ready for life to be slightly less boring for a couple of days, but in the meantime something I am feeling extremely expert-y about is travel wear.

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Q. Hey Jordan,

I've been reading your blog from just after you announced you were pregnant with Indy [and I had a question] about your new blog design and your photos - they are looking incredible! I just did a redesign of my blog, and now that I've "fancied" it up a bit, my photos are looking really...dull.

 The other day, I posted about how closets in the real world (as opposed to blogger-world) do not have all matching hangers, because hangers are weird-expensive and the wire ones that the dry cleaner gives you are free...and then a reader told me about the skinny velvet hangers you can buy in packs of 25 at Ross, and now I am one of those people with a closet full of matching hangers. (The shame.)

 Teeny-tiny moccasins with little palm leaves on them?!?!? Stop it.

 My dear friend Gala's first book, Radical Self Love: A Guide to Loving Yourself and Living Your Dream, is available for one week more only over on Amazon. Gala lived through an eating disorder, battled depression, and struggled with her desire to find a career she loved, and came out the other side - and this book is geared towards helping readers do the same. The book is as lovely as she is.