The ban on plastic bags went into effect Jan 1st in our Los Angeles neighborhood. Also, my husband cleaned out his closet.
These two events magically coincided to create a stack of very kick-ass t-shirt totes. Continue Reading…
Years ago, my best friend Lisa said something I never forgot: “I wanna be on The Price is Right!”
So for her birthday this year, I decided to help her knock this item off her bucket list. I clicked out of www.barneys.com, clicked into www.priceisright.com and put 4 tickets in my basket. Careful what you say around me, people. I might hear you.
I was the one who got on stage, but Lisa was thrilled to have a story for the ages. And even though I didn’t go home with the car, the kitchen or the trip to France… I totally know what went wrong. Here’s how to avoid making the same mistakes I did and WIN on The Price is Right. Continue Reading…
My 2-year-old doesn’t nap. Crazy, right? The truly koo-koo part is that at the end of the day instead of melting down like most children would, Vivi is a bundle of freaking joy. It ain’t natural. But today was different– lots of eye-rubbing and yawning– so I decided I’d nap her in the car.
Despite her history, I was pretty sure she’d fall asleep on the way to Topanga Canyon. Topanga is one of my favorite neighborhoods in LA mostly because of this thrift store: Hidden Treasures. I figured if she was still awake when I got there, I was destined to shop.
Lo and behold… There was still a fire in her eyes and a skip in her step.
Everything in this store speaks to me. Buy me…. not her…. Hear that?
The walls speak too. Yikes! Look away. Wait– Is that Captain and Tennille?
My first find was this killer black peacock jacket (because I really am a 75-year-old former showgirl at heart. That, or Liberace.)
I also got this adorable yellow dress. I’ve always had a thing for bright prints and chinoiserie. Someday I’ll show you my collection of muumuus. My poor husband. What he endures.
I don’t know if feathers are in or out but I don’t care. These were five bucks and I’m obsessed with them.
Shopping with a rambunctious 2-year-old is like speed dating. There’s no time to waste talking to pieces you’re not attracted to. We were in and out with three purchases in 15 minutes. Boom! Fast, furious and frugal.
But the true hidden treasure in this trip was that moments after pulling out of the parking lot, Vivi finally fell asleep. Praise God!
It lasted 28 glorious minutes.
