Sunday Styles no. 72

Can we just take a minute to talk about H&M's sister brand, COS? Say hello to my newest clothing stop. Two things: They opened up their first US store in LA, so they already started off on the right foot. Secondly? They're clothing is gorgeously simple and perfectly tailored for us minimalists.


An Enthusiastic "Essentials" Holiday Gift Guide

If you're anything like me, you pride yourself on getting people things they would never think of getting themselves. The kind of gifts they wish they had thought of sooner. I'm not one for over-the-top presents, but rather things that I know people will use (or I feel they should use...but I swear I don't try to push anything on anyone!)

Last holiday season, I created gift guides by category:
Two holiday seasons ago, I created my first ever gift guide that had all of the above categories included (warning: it's behemoth.)

This season? I'm giving you my absolute gift essentials based on (drum roll) things I own, bought, or have been given that I literally feel like I can't live without. This might be my most useful gift guide yet...


Sunday Styles no. 71

In my quest to continually simplify my wardrobe in hopes that one day I can just blindly grab a top, a bottom, a jacket, a pair of shoes, and a bag and have them all magically match, I've become less and less prone to wearing any color. It's not that I don't enjoy color. I have plenty of it in my home...but wearing it. I just find it tough these days. Beige and indigo/navy seem to be the two exceptions when I peek into my closet...mostly because they're two of the easiest colors to combine with neutrals...also, I think beige is technically considered a neutral, right?

Anyway, today I'm trying to introduce yet another color (as muted as it is) into the mix.


The Frontiers of Adulthood: Joint Bank Accounts for the Fiercely Independent

If you're anything like me, you grew up being taught that you are an independent person who needs to be equipped to fend for themselves and support themselves in all aspect - physically, emotionally, and financially - because you never know what may happen. (Apocalypse!)

I think the bottom line was and still might be...

Do not rely on anyone.


I'm Enthusiastic About: Sunglasses as Glasses

Wow, is it just me or is it impossible to find a good looking pair of glasses these days...actually, let me rephrase that. Doesn't it feel impossible to find a good pair of glasses when you have a particularly wide face? (I'm raising my hand here. Just call me Mrs. Wide Mug.)

I have been on a never-ending quest to find a big pair of glasses. The kind eccentric old ladies wear...except I want to wear them now. I don't want to wait till I'm old. So, of course, I searched far and wide for a pair of frames that were suitably massive and also wide enough to not make my face look huge. (It's all relative. The narrower the frame, the wider my face looks. UGH.)

I had been fairly successful with a pair of Warby Parkers, but they were more "sophisticated hipster" and less "fashionable, old lady." That and the hinges were constantly pulling my hair out...and they were 4 years old. I needed something new.


Sunday Styles no. 70

Hooray for gloomy days! Finally! FINALLY! A cool, cozy, gloomy day...the kind of day that says, "if you want to do nothing today...if you want to sit on the couch and binge watch old movies and shovel leftovers in your face until the day is done...that's cool, man. Go for it."

Maybe it's because I used to live on the east coast, but whenever it's sunny, I feel a duty to go out and enjoy the weather. Loafing around is out of the question...sun and vitamin D is something that cannot be wasted! I'm not sure where that came from, but that's how I've been programmed...and considering Los Angeles has sunny days almost every single day, it has a tendency of keeping me out of the house and busy.



I could spend this entire post bathing in the pool of endless gratitude I have for my family, friends, husband and dog (obviously, my dog, people. Obviously.) I could totally do that...but then I would just be repeating the same old thing I do every year.

No one should need a holiday to remind them of the amazing people in their life. Let's realize this amazingness each and every day and chalk Thanksgiving up to a time where we can combine celebrating these people with terrifying amounts of food ingestion and some heavy duty traveling so we can spend time together.

So, all I want to say is this. Be thankful every day for everything you have and every moment you're alive. Don't wait till tomorrow to say "thank you" because life is fragile and time is quick and we never know when our last chance to show gratitude will be.

Have a fanastic Thanksgiving!


I'm Enthusiastic About: Vintage Coach

I have this aesthetic preference that makes shopping a little difficult when it comes to accessories. This especially rings true when it comes to bags. Maybe you're in my camp and, if so, you can sympathize. I'm talking about a complete lack of logos and/or branding.

I like my clothes and my accessories to be anonymous aside from an occasional characteristic that is inexorably linked to a particular designer or brand...but might not be known to a casual passerby. I'm still getting over the time I was stopped at the supermarket by a man in a Simpsons t-shirt who shimmied up next to me in the checkout line to tell me he really loved my Alexander Wang shoes. The shoes themselves are just nicely shaped with a heel detail that is linked to Wang.

I felt like Simpsons t-shirt guy and I had a strong bond for those two minutes. He made a jab at himself and his t-shirt and I told him how I loved the Simpsons and grew up watching the show...but, of course, that bond lasted as long as the last item was scanned and bagged. I gave him an appreciative smile as he trailed off about shoes and investment pieces and things being worth their price as I left.

But I'm digressing (surprise...except not a surprise) when what I really want to talk about is my recently reignited love of vintage Coach bags.


Sunday Styles no. 69

I'll be brief today. Here's the deal...

I was on a business trip all this past week and was all psyched to get a free upgrade on my flight back yesterday. (More legroom and free food and entertainment? Count me in!)

Alas, I ended up with an old woman who was rather gracious and sweet, but had to sit diagonally with her leg outstretched (impeding on my legroom completely) to my right, another woman who liked to order endless snacks and eat them enthusiastically causing a steady stream of various chip, pretzel, and cracker bits to pelt me from my left side, and a rather enthusiastic child who loved to sing, slam his tray table open and closed, kicked the seat and let out sounds that he would repeat for many, many minutes on end...with a mother who was apparently not very into discipline...behind me.

In short, my flight was not very pleasant. Despite turning off the air vent above me, there was a mystery stream of drying plane air blasting me in the face, a healthy dose of turbulence, and work that I needed to get done.

So, by the time I stepped off the plane, I was a mess. Nauseous, a bit feverish, with aching sinuses. My body was one big knot and I had the world's darkest circles under my eyes.


Weekend Warrior: Santa Barbara Beaches

And by "warrior" I really mean "an individual who is willing to fight the difficult battle of not spending their days off just sitting on the couch binge watching Sherlock." (At least, not all of their days off.)

After that London trip, my wanderlust kicked into high gear, but knowing that my bank account wasn't ready for another European vacation and that I had to think about things like, oh, I dunno, work and life responsibilities, I made a conscious decision to try to go do more interesting things on the weekends. These activities would have to fit in the following criteria...