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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How did I end up in front of this plate of fries? I had just been bragging on the phone about my healthy food cravings. I ate an apple an hour ago and felt smug. I heard myself say I'd get a sandwich for lunch. Robert said, "try and avoid Subway again."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I settled on Olive and Thyme, but when I hung up, I couldn't remember the directions. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sure, I could've googled the address. It was only a block or two away. But the Umami Burger sign was staring me in the face and I drove into the parking lot and found myself sitting here. Since I've become pregnant, I have no guilt. There's a moment of pause and I carry on.</span></div>
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A few months ago, I'd order a glass of wine and check Instagram before picking up the menu. These days, I have my order memorized and try not to stare too earnestly at the busy waiter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>My senses are in overdrive. I'm too hungry, too full, too tired, too congested, too itchy, too cold, or too hot, like right now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>I dip my napkin into my ice water and drape it around my neck. It's winter in LA. It's not even warm outside. How do pregnant women survive in the summer? I'm only four months along and I feel like a living incubator, which I suppose I am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>My feelings are heightened. I haven't had bouts of crying, though I'm sure that's around the corner. It's a feeling I'd compare to the glass of wine I so enjoyed just a few months ago. I sure sound like a lush. I don't even miss wine. Okay, yet.<span class="Apple-tab-span"></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a feeling of contentment I can only assume comes naturally when you're growing life. The jumble of concerns that used to rattle around in my mind are now in order, making it easy to let go of minor stresses and worries. I know it's easier because I have support from a partner whose main priority is making our family happy. Him, me, our baby and his cravings, which are never ending, let me tell you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">More mustard and ketchup please. These fries are going fast.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>The reasons for my happiness are the simplest of things, yet they are not easy to come by. I am keenly aware of it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>This didn't just fall in my lap. I feel like I fought and tried and failed and suffered and tried again. For most of my life, I've been trying to make things happen, to achieve something, to prove something.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>I was the girl who sought out palm readers at 17, clenching my jaw and asking about my future. I remember being so proud when they'd tell me I'd never get married or have children. I was determined to make something of myself, pursue my dreams, and live a life worth remembering. Those palm readers knew what a teenage girl needed to hear.</span><br />
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Nearly ten years later, I was the first of my friends to get married at 26. I lived across the country from my husband, trying to succeed in my reporting career, never imagining I could have and should have asked him to move with me, to pursue our dreams together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Slugging it out solo on opposite coasts didn't build a strong foundation. We became the first of our friends to divorce.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">I wasted no time embracing my life, our life, and the future. I laugh to myself and think of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. Liz and Dick. 'Le Scandale!'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sure, she had a few more marriages under her belt, but she married the love of her life twice. </span></div>
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I spent the weekend at a Bachelorette party.<br />
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Years ago, it would've involved shots, faux bridal veils, strippers, singles, catcalls, and inappropriate flesh-colored straws. Instead, we lounged poolside in a cabana, sipped champagne, wore sunscreen, and took naps.</div>
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The bride opened gifts of beautiful lingerie that made me envy her new lacy wardrobe. Someone gifted her a leather whip and a Michael Jackson red leather glove. I didn't even ask. A whipping glove for the bedroom? Someone means business and is stuck in the 80's.</div>
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Our bride gave a heartfelt speech telling everyone how much they meant to her. The closest we got to men was a group of guys who presented the bride a shot of Patron Silver, which we shared while discussing how to appropriately remember the groom's mother at the wedding. She passed away several years ago. On her deathbed, she told her son if he's smart, he'd marry this girl. The woman deserves a shrine.<br />
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What's great about spending time with friends you've known for a lifetime is the conversations that remind you of who you were before life got serious. It's easy to get caught up in the present moment, fixing the current problem, achieving the next goal. It's refreshing to talk about simpler times when we were kids. And also to vent about life with people who remember us as teenagers and don't know everything that's happened in between.</div>
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I don't know why I bothered to download a sweet 90's playlist on Spotify. I thought we'd sing along and recall memories of high school dances and dates. We didn't listen to a single song during the drive to Palm Springs or the way back. The four of us jousted verbally, one-upping each other with something truly horrifying or awesome, but more often horrifying. When one girl took a breath, another jumped in with a piece of advice or a snarky joke or highjacked the conversation with her own sordid tale. In the end, it was like an episode of Dr. Phil. Not Maury Povich. Nobody's worried about who's the father. What kind of people do you people think I associate with?</div>
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It was one of those conversations that inspired me to click back on this blog. The last time was September of 2011. Nearly three years ago. It's about time.</div>
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I was talking to my girlfriend Melisa about my father's Parkinson's disease and she said to cherish every moment I have with my father. When we were kids, she lived around the corner from me, so I would always run away to her house when my parents and I had a fight. When they couldn't find me, they'd call her mom to send me home, but at least I had made my point. Life sucks without me! I also spent a few afternoons hiding in my closet hoping my mom would look for me and call the cops to report a missing child and I'd come out acting all sleepy and say, mom, I fell asleep in the closet because I was cleaning it and she'd cry tears of relief and feel proud that her daughter was practically Cinderella, exhausted from cleaning so much. Nevermind the rest of my room was a disaster. She never did come looking for me. I'd get bored of waiting and pretend-sleeping in my closet and come out for a sandwich.</div>
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Melisa says she remembered waking up at my house and instead of watching TV I'd be at the kitchen table reading the newspaper next to my dad. She says she thought it was strange, but remembered it fondly, like I was trying to be just like my dad. She didn't realize I wasn't copying my dad, I just loved to read. So did my dad and that's why we were fighting over sections of the newspaper. My little brother also started drinking coffee as a toddler. Black, like my parents drank it. We were little adults, or just wanting to show our parents we were just as smart as they were. Two against two.</div>
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Still, that memory triggered all sorts of memories of loving to read, which I still love to do, but it also reminded me that I love to write.</div>
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I am a romantic writer at heart. I love passionate, dramatic, sometimes scary and wistful stories and observing people and acting like I know what they're thinking and making up a story about it. I write about what excites me. A friend once said it's like I have a marching band playing in my head. That's why writing about challenges has always been easier for me on the other side of the journey, because then I can act wise and give advice to everyone else after I've learned through my own crappy experiences.</div>
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Spending the weekend with lifelong friends made me feel renewed and reminded me of something that makes me happy. And clicking on this site and seeing that people still visit it everyday to find a photo from three years ago put a fire under me to do a little writing this morning. </div>
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Don't they look incredible? <br />
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I spy a little blue menu...<br />
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Check it out, my name up top. Squeal!<br />
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Akon was at the table next to us, so I couldn't resist turning into the world's biggest fan and begging him for a picture.<br />
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If you'd like my recipe <a href="http://lawoman.com/2011/07/17/blueberry-feast-at-the-blvd/">CLICK HERE</a>!<br />
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My recipe will be on the menu for the remainder of July.<br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px;">Beverly Hills, CA</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-1911960528286760792011-06-09T00:23:00.000-07:002011-06-09T00:23:28.039-07:007 Steps To the Perfect Staycation!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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It's cheap. It's fun. It's creative and it's all yours!<br />
<a href="http://losangeles.cbslocal.com/2011/06/09/glam-staycation-7-easy-steps/">Click here </a>for the best staycation to kick off summer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-4765659197020937032011-05-29T23:57:00.000-07:002011-05-29T23:57:58.566-07:00The Hangover II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJN7Pri8_UUCyQI0mlHNFfBKZcVHGZ8P1AgQTXm4tTTwQh6SaWT83FGrtF7Gkzduq6U0Ay0qwV4QstZbU4bpFA-F6e7QosM1_F3Jo12fTq1QkECsR-UQldPiPWrdH2zvWqN2v/s1600/IMG_3035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJN7Pri8_UUCyQI0mlHNFfBKZcVHGZ8P1AgQTXm4tTTwQh6SaWT83FGrtF7Gkzduq6U0Ay0qwV4QstZbU4bpFA-F6e7QosM1_F3Jo12fTq1QkECsR-UQldPiPWrdH2zvWqN2v/s400/IMG_3035.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
We don't just go to watch a film. We live it. Plus my review! <a href="http://lawoman.com/2011/05/29/the-hangover-ii/">Click here for more</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-49978009411509566872011-05-28T17:44:00.001-07:002011-05-28T17:44:57.416-07:00Breakfast Interrupted<iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22469541?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=B6B7A8" width="400"></iframe><br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/22469541">BSS | Breakfast Interrupted</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/brutonstroube">Bruton Stroube Studios</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-64327738192313692232011-05-25T07:38:00.000-07:002011-05-25T07:38:38.598-07:00Hair Tutorial: Crazy/Beautiful Bun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FFYheseNZugZ04tk3Ti7eeDALPJHtwEtEQLsvjOmDdI09gnVATCFEknMz5dNX8aLYfxtGBRTClnBg2BSCnlrOL0wxESVtaolHSvw7t0f01IVIutF9j7RkfR2Vf-hI4KSMUVX/s1600/messybun.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FFYheseNZugZ04tk3Ti7eeDALPJHtwEtEQLsvjOmDdI09gnVATCFEknMz5dNX8aLYfxtGBRTClnBg2BSCnlrOL0wxESVtaolHSvw7t0f01IVIutF9j7RkfR2Vf-hI4KSMUVX/s400/messybun.bmp" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
A simple and chic hairstyle. <a href="http://lawoman.com/2011/05/24/hair-tutorial-crazybeautiful-bun/">Click here </a>for the the step by step tutorial!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-42110694994124854852011-05-23T05:59:00.000-07:002011-05-23T05:59:03.646-07:00My New Fave Breakfast Spot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out this strawberry crostada with fresh whipped cream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhghbJNpWQ3Ia-_Cj7Nu3VTN5JjWfbYvrL-rbeDYxzwEG8-qHX6KF38x6up5ET-vZjOx-SqpSxMDRycbNUPlYC4JzS8gT9UB-RKfl8zQpaNvnqVlCrK95_IeHi1vpU8Zc36TW/s1600/huckleberry2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhghbJNpWQ3Ia-_Cj7Nu3VTN5JjWfbYvrL-rbeDYxzwEG8-qHX6KF38x6up5ET-vZjOx-SqpSxMDRycbNUPlYC4JzS8gT9UB-RKfl8zQpaNvnqVlCrK95_IeHi1vpU8Zc36TW/s320/huckleberry2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://lawoman.com/2011/05/22/best-breakfast-huckleberry/">Click here</a> for my eating adventures at Huckleberry!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-61145658958985569032011-05-21T18:20:00.000-07:002011-05-21T18:20:58.390-07:00Sick Song For SummerDo you love Calvin Harris like me? Kelis (of Milkshake fame) is incredible on this song.<br />
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If you can't dance to this, you may have no soul.<br />
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PLEASE do yourself a favor and watch the official video <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooZwmeUfuXg">HERE</a>!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-11359983170590998272011-05-20T00:55:00.000-07:002011-05-20T00:55:47.104-07:00Lemon Meringue Cupcakes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamCUFahpx2b1Paq7jXUxCvG8bMuoCgYUkw6HQqPjDk4WFeDDt7-3PVccjeIJIVGFimyl2Vt5Iz_3LwWQaCtvmumwqdjV3hLCvXDKnx52bYhD7P6zoDeek10BPJcPALF9Va2EF/s1600/IMG_2723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamCUFahpx2b1Paq7jXUxCvG8bMuoCgYUkw6HQqPjDk4WFeDDt7-3PVccjeIJIVGFimyl2Vt5Iz_3LwWQaCtvmumwqdjV3hLCvXDKnx52bYhD7P6zoDeek10BPJcPALF9Va2EF/s1600/IMG_2723.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="http://lawoman.com/2011/05/19/lemon-meringue-cupcakes/">Click here for the recipe!</a></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-18350458243582468992011-05-07T12:23:00.000-07:002011-05-07T12:23:58.162-07:00Food Trucks & Furious Music « CBS Los Angeles<div><a href="http://losangeles.cbslocal.com/2011/05/07/food-trucks-furious-music/">Food Trucks & Furious Music « CBS Los Angeles</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-60148508720565176922011-03-27T22:24:00.000-07:002011-03-27T22:24:49.403-07:00Mexican Lolitas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAReagoox3sEh9Sy5ZCDmhPtfuYEgl4EkL86Zr9VBmClzT7ah5LqjcpxA3ztIWZVgetYOTeysPpACifEwxqt2QJs1knajcpQfpmZUeQN9nUot3v3Oeld_lqMhmBJu6T1jeLwR3/s1600/Lolitas003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAReagoox3sEh9Sy5ZCDmhPtfuYEgl4EkL86Zr9VBmClzT7ah5LqjcpxA3ztIWZVgetYOTeysPpACifEwxqt2QJs1knajcpQfpmZUeQN9nUot3v3Oeld_lqMhmBJu6T1jeLwR3/s400/Lolitas003.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
The Lolita culture isn't just in Tokyo, Japan anymore! These adorable ladies are in Tijuana! <br />
<a href="http://lawoman.com/2011/03/27/mexican-lolitas/">Click here for the full story.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-29693855772001821072011-03-11T06:16:00.000-08:002011-03-11T06:16:58.931-08:00Prayers For Japan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzOPqgItTe9e3m9ngBoqRFGZdmqUhBM7zWCzJKhy5JlzjdXsUlgN77QV3TDcs2OUTssIMyLhjc4emjgYmpInnRbUHsgcjdqyDX3Yebi5ziqqC2DyfKoL76A_nmztO2q2Ar0m_/s1600/night.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzOPqgItTe9e3m9ngBoqRFGZdmqUhBM7zWCzJKhy5JlzjdXsUlgN77QV3TDcs2OUTssIMyLhjc4emjgYmpInnRbUHsgcjdqyDX3Yebi5ziqqC2DyfKoL76A_nmztO2q2Ar0m_/s640/night.JPG" width="476" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I went to bed last night in NYC and woke up to the devastating news in Japan. The 8.9 earthquake is one of the biggest in history and resulting tsunami. Prayers for everyone around the world.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-25541483329327840422011-02-20T01:57:00.000-08:002011-02-20T01:57:43.213-08:00Zsa Zsa & Her Furs!<p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwwW0ODC-38qChoeoz1yk3cGX7hwToxP7Hf6CQywRYQhiSKT8aqon7M0Wu2UnqleQ8UYFMSgaQXgAZB0iSQnsoUCzjemZr3hysvRyih2EkSB42ZuydXlWShM8AZMa68wBBfaD/s1600/suzmarquesinsideedition.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwwW0ODC-38qChoeoz1yk3cGX7hwToxP7Hf6CQywRYQhiSKT8aqon7M0Wu2UnqleQ8UYFMSgaQXgAZB0iSQnsoUCzjemZr3hysvRyih2EkSB42ZuydXlWShM8AZMa68wBBfaD/s640/suzmarquesinsideedition.JPG" width="443" /></a></div><p$1><p$1>I did a fab segment for <a href="http://insideedition.com/news/5809/zsa-zsa-gabors-husband-sells-off-her-fur-coats.aspx">Inside Edition</a> that allowed me the chance to try on Zsa Zsa Gabor's fur coast. While I don't buy or own fur, it was a dream trying on pieces of Hollywood history. I took a few photos of her fabulous home. <a href="http://lawoman.com/2011/02/20/the-glamorous-home-of-zsa-zsa-gabor/">READ MORE.</a></p$1></p$1></p$1>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-69784261388155368342011-02-12T23:58:00.000-08:002011-02-12T23:58:09.095-08:00LA Woman Launches Valentine's Day!A peek at the new logo and countdown to the new site!!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am giddy with excitement and can't wait to share the new website with everyone! It's SO CLOSE to being ready, but in the meantime, I'll give you a few hints... there's a new, lustworthy logo... a bunch of incredible ladies sharing their expertise... and a bunch of fantastic giveaways.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Get ready for <a href="http://www.lawoman.com/">http://www.lawoman.com/</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It will be a fabulous spot to check out wonderful things in and around LA and will feature things that the most glam Los Angelistas love from all over the place as well.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the meantime, pardon the lag in posting. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">xo </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Don't you love a statement necklace? They're the best with a simple dress, but the ones I love usually cost over $100. When I spied this one, I saw the olive stones, the lucite and the crystals hanging like a little chandelier. I snatched it up and marched to the counter, not even checking the price, just knowing I needed to own it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Run, don't walk to Banana Republic. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>P.S. I don't know the name, the tag wasn't even on it. </i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-45629142785127119662011-01-23T15:20:00.000-08:002011-01-23T15:21:59.102-08:00Let Them Eat Cake!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5168/5381788229_2bb0872229_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5168/5381788229_2bb0872229_z.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Christine's 30th birthday party was ultra girly, with a pink and silver theme and four courses of desserts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mini cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery. The banana pudding arrived later in the evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Caught! Picking out our karaoke playlist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stacks of cream puffs and apricot tarts from Maison Richard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Making a wish...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Briefly considered hijacking these and making two wishes for myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let's get this party started.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, that's<a href="http://www.twitter.com/negativenatalie"> @negativenatalie</a> reading the lyrics from an iphone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Singing... um, can't remember. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nice photobomb <a href="http://www.twitter.com/sadaoturner">@SadaoTurner.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">These gorgeous cream puffs remind me of the naughty Italian treat, Nipples of Venus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Never met a candy bar I could resist.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Giving and getting some sugar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Some sweets to go! The bags are 37 cents at Party City. The red parts are glittered. Love.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Quite the sweet evening.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-60507796805078228232011-01-21T13:42:00.000-08:002011-01-21T15:45:43.207-08:00Cooking with Cactus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5376428154_c12acfb50e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5376428154_c12acfb50e.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Earlier this week, I visited a tiny market on Indiana Avenue right off the 101 freeway that not only had the heartiest meaty tamales, they sold huge bags 2lb bags of fresh cactus for $1.50. I've never cooked with cactus (aka nopales) before, I put the call out and you answered! I whipped up a little omelet with grilled onion and yellow bell peppers topped with lots of tapatio. The only thing missing? Thin slices of jalapeno or serrano chiles to complement the tart, almost pickled flavor of the cactus.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I boiled the cactus in salted water for ten minutes. It kind of looks like green beans, but its slippery like okra.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I sauteed the cactus with the onion and bell pepper in some Pam and a healthy squeeze of lime. I added 3 scrambled egg whites with one whole egg. Quick and easy!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-87420567522164477282011-01-21T12:44:00.000-08:002011-01-21T13:35:29.192-08:00So Spicy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://losangeles.cbslocal.com/2011/01/18/spicy-pineapple-pork-chops/"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5084/5368989771_2ea4977922.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By the way, I had so much leftover pork, I made some yummy open faced pork sandwiches on toasted buns with grilled red onions and the charred pineapple. They were so good I ate two.</span><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-20960743134369599812011-01-18T13:57:00.000-08:002011-01-25T14:54:58.560-08:00Spicy Pineapple Pork Chops<p$1></p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5366103711_9a31a2b090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5366103711_9a31a2b090.jpg" /></a></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>Inspired by a recipe by Rick Bayless for pork tacos (<a href="http://www.rickbayless.com/recipe/view?recipeID=192">get it here</a>!) I created a meal of pork chops with grilled red onion and pineapple and a side of my grandma's rice.</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5366103749_7a23ebe64f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5366103749_7a23ebe64f.jpg" /></a></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>The marinade is full of chipotle, paprika, and lots of other flavorful ingredients. I bought pork chops and grilled them, but pork loin would be scrumptious too. The recipe calls for achiote paste. I only had seeds, so I made it myself. It wore me out. Get the paste if you can. I'm still scouring supermercados for it.</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5366716988_ea9e60ea16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5366716988_ea9e60ea16.jpg" /></a></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>I marinated the pork chops in the fridge for an hour, but you can marinate overnight for a cured flavor.</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5045/5366717450_4d1c0979e8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5045/5366717450_4d1c0979e8.jpg" /></a></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1>I spread out the chops, thick slices of red onion and pineapple on the grill. They cooked for a few minutes on each side and they were done. Easy. I chopped the onion and pineapple on the cutting board before serving, placing the pineapple right on top of the pork</p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5366103639_525c9757e3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5127/5366103639_525c9757e3.jpg" /></a></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>Here is Grandma Ethel's recipe for rice. My little 4'11" grandma grew up in Guaymas Mexico, but we've always called it Spanish rice. Go figure.</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>2 tbs vegetable oil</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>2 cups rice</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>4 cups water</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>1 tbs caldo de pollo</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>1 tbs salsa</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>Heat a pot with two tbs of vegetable oil. Add the rice. Stir until toasted. The rice will starts to turn opaque and a little light brown on the edges. Add 4 cups water with the the caldo de pollo. Stir. Add the salsa. Cook the water down until the water nearly meets the rice. Stirring occasionally so the rice doesn't stick.</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>Cover, turn down the heat to low and let cook for 20 minutes. After 20 min, take a wooden spoon and turn the rice. If it's not fluffy, recover with the lid and cook for a few more minutes.</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5289/5367988856_52f1ae64cf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5289/5367988856_52f1ae64cf.jpg" /></a></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>Let me show you why you need Caldo de Pollo and why regular chicken bouillon doesn't give you the same result. (Because I ran out of it and was forced to use bouillon and it just wasn't the same!)</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5367378579_1f43f0f4ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5367378579_1f43f0f4ba.jpg" /></a></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>Check out the rich, reddish brown color to your left. The flavors are that much richer too. The yellow bouillon to the right just doesn't cut it.</p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5366103949_9fb9c445f5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5366103949_9fb9c445f5.jpg" /></a></div><p$1><div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div><p$1>But I'm never one to turn down a home cooked meal! A handful of cilantro made up for my sins. 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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Pasta Primavera with Soybeans and Mint</b></span><br />
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1/2 lb fettucine </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1/4 C. extra virgin olive oil, plus extra for drizzling</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 cloves garlic, thinly sliced</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">16 asparagus spears, cut into 1-inch pieces</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 cup fresh soybeans . fava beans, shelled</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 cup fresh or frozen peas thawed</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 cup red onion, julienned</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3 tbs butter</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1/4 cup of white wine</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">salt and pepper to taste</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 tbs fresh chopped mint</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3/4 cup fresh grated parmesan cheese</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Boil a large pot of salted water. Cook pasta for approximately 8 minutes, or until al dente. Reserve 2 cups of cooking liquid before draining water. After draining, keep pasta warm in pot, toss with 1 tbs of olive oil so pasta doesn't stick.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">While pasta is cooking, heat olive oil in a sauté pan. When hot, add garlic and cook until fragrant. Add asparagus, soybeans, peas, and onion, and cook for one minute. Add butter and wine, 1 tsp each of salt and pepper. When you add the two cups cooking liquid from pasta, reduce by ½ to thicken sauce. When sauce is desired consistency, add pasta to sauce and toss with 1/2 cup of grated parmesan cheese. Taste for seasoning, add salt or pepper if needed and transfer pasta to warmed plates. Sprinkle fresh mint and remaining cheese over each plate of pasta.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.philadelphiarestaurants.com/recipe.cfm/restaurant/264/PastaPrimavera">Click here</a> for the original recipe from Ava Restaurant in Philadelphia. After making Chef Michael Campagna's original several times I made a handful of changes, but this is his recipe :)</span></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-12982153860069811642011-01-13T15:31:00.000-08:002011-01-20T11:45:55.539-08:00New Zodiac Chart!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKA96QT-JJywfWQv3k-_SH0UDRTOjNRQDTrJf8jGPvKBz3Yn8aRS8641QCeK-Z1uD8DqY7B_2Xz52g5Kgn1lh2PteS-U8wmmEaHj3ibxVE00P2bO-Br1FFYZa2zOLGLVz7-oDY/s1600/crop-lion-and-cub.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="395" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKA96QT-JJywfWQv3k-_SH0UDRTOjNRQDTrJf8jGPvKBz3Yn8aRS8641QCeK-Z1uD8DqY7B_2Xz52g5Kgn1lh2PteS-U8wmmEaHj3ibxVE00P2bO-Br1FFYZa2zOLGLVz7-oDY/s400/crop-lion-and-cub.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Former Virgo. Now a Leo?</span></em><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Okay, when I first posted this, I was perplexed by the chart. Hours after posting this, I talked to astrologers & numerologists who said the horoscope we see in the newspaper and in most books is the western form of astrology. This form is based on the seasons and doesn't change. The new zodiac chart with the new sign pertains to the form of astrology that is based on the constellations, because the earth has moved and that's what changed the date.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Capricorn: Jan. 20-Feb. 16. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Aquarius: Feb. 16-March 11. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pisces: March 11-April 18. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Aries: April 18-May 13. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Taurus: May 13-June 21. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Gemini: June 21-July 20. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cancer: July 20-Aug. 10. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Leo: Aug. 10-Sept. 16. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Virgo: Sept. 16-Oct. 30. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Libra: Oct. 30-Nov. 23. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Scorpio: Nov. 23-29. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ophiuchus: Nov. 29-Dec. 17. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sagittarius: Dec. 17-Jan. 20. </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38879445.post-27081357192712184542011-01-13T12:13:00.000-08:002011-01-13T12:14:10.712-08:00Candyland in Tinseltown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5333361739_1626208e85_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5333361739_1626208e85_z.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've adored him for years, but just about died when his paintings were brought to life in Katy Perry's California Gurls video. He's also very hands on. He makes all of the delicious fashions for his models, including the candy crown and foil cupcake wrapper dress you see on Katy.</span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I love a stripe. I wore one sweater to bits a couple of years ago and I still miss it. The cotton long-sleeved tee was from the Gap, had light grey and white stripes and was the softest sweater I ever owned. I lived in that shirt, so it practically became a member of the family. Naturally, it acquired a nickname. Stripey was my go-to shirt when I wanted to get cozy. An unoriginal name and a bit on the crazy side, but hey, I get attached to things. Robert still gives me a look when I'm checking out something with stripes.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Stripes are big right now and without anchors and rope they are classic and chic. My inspiration is the outfit at top left. Black tights and boots are kind of my staple. I love the big loose shirt tucked into jean shorts. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Check out the Sonia Rykel dress at top right. It's chic and comfy, but costs $425. Move to the d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ress in the middle of page. It has a similar square neckline, but only costs $20 at Forever 21.</span><br />
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