Beautifully Depressed

I hate to admit it, but I was actually relived to read that even fashionistas sometimes "fall apart." They may be featured in Vogue but they have bad days just like me. Unfortunately, our similarities seem to end there. When Liz of Late Afternoon has a bad day she takes pictures around her apartment during "a lazy Sunday."

A chair covered in lace.

A stack of her favorite diversions.


Her beautiful tousled mane.


Ummm, I wasn't depressed until I started looking at her gorgeous images. How can her life be so bad when she can call other fabulously dressed friends on her pretty, vintage telephone? Not even on my brightest Sunday has my world ever looked so lux. Trying to prove myself wrong I decided to try to copy her images. Here's what "falling apart" looks like in my apartment.

A chair covered in lace.


A stack of my favorite diversions.


My beautiful tousled mane


Maybe we're not so different after all.

Post Thanksgiving Pooch

Last night I ate dinner with my mother at Hipster Paradise aka Pho Cafe in Silverlake. And while eating out anywhere with the woman who produced me can be embarrassing, last night I felt a little cringe worthy as well. I blame the bright red Banana Republic sweater I was wearing and the dinner roll I was carrying around my midsection. How can I be eastside cool after spending 6 days in Denver eating Pub Mix, seeing PG 13 movies with teenagers (Morning Glory!, Harry Potter!!) and playing endless games of Dora the Explorer with a three year old? It was culture shock indeed. But you know what might get me back into Los Angeles starvation diet mode? Giving up the large bowls of noodles and the continual perusal of this blog.

Quick someone hand me a Kombucha.
Or meet me for coffee and American Spirits at Intelligentsia.

Or play some bootleg Thom Yorke while we stare at candles.

Hell, can you at least have the decency to mistakenly offer me a twenty for a handjob outside of 4100?With your help and hers, I know I can do this city proud.

We're in good company-

Joan Didion is also uncomfortable by all the blogging that's going on in the world right now. And before you get all impressed with my hip 70's author reference, in full disclosure I admit that my very well read friend Erin A. actually sent me the link to this article. I myself have only read one Joan Didion book (Play It as It Lays) and would never be cool enough to have come across this myself.

Now let's all turn off our computers, climb into our cars and just drive until the freeway stops. I'll pack the Coke.