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Happy Wednesday! Tiff’s trying to figure out if hair masks are the new conditioner. Cait woke up from a nap today with a pillow crease on her face that made her look like Scar from the Lion King. Everyone is busy.

Loving all the summer body positivity that’s been blowing up the web this week!


These are too pretty to cook on!

You have no idea how excited I am about peaches.

One of these sounds familiar.

Gimme all of these.

Always looking for tips to be a queen at the side hustle.

Getting all kinds of inspiration from this lady.

Jamie’s summer in Provence Instastories are my fave.

I kind of love this.


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I had a whole other post ready to go, but then I saw that TLC has just released a new song, and I can’t imagine anything more important for me to share. It’s called “Way Back” and it is great, and it was funded by Kickstarter and it wouldn’t even matter if it were bad, I would like it anyway.

I love that T-Boz is hanging on tight to that hair cut, and that Chilli is still rocking the cargo pants with the crop top, and WILL NOT give up on body jewelry. I miss the hell out of Left Eye, and it’s weird to hear their music without her, but that’s sort of an every day thing. The song feels exactly the way it’s supposed to feel, reminiscent of a time when NYT Breaking News alerts didn’t give me cold sweats, and I wasn’t constantly worried that a game show host was lighting the world on fire. Also, Snoop shows up somewhere in the middle and that’s a nice touch.

TLC, Prince, and En Vogue made up the bulk of my sex education. (The Arizona school system wasn’t exactly progressive on the subject.) Listening to Creep, Diggin’ On You, and Red Light Special gave me a lot to think about as an awkward teen, and I am pretty sure solidified my lifelong obsession with good pajamas.

So I hope you enjoy their new song, or at least sends you down a TLC YouTube spiral, like it has done for me today.

I am THIS CLOSE to remembering the rap from Waterfalls. THIS CLOSE.




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Hi, Welcome to your Wednesday, maybe Thursday. Tiff is finishing her short affair with office life and getting set free(lance) again soon! So she’s counting down those days. Cait is in the midwest, eating most of the cheese, writing speeches, and fulfilling her maid of honor duties for her best friend, Lenore. WEDDINGS ARE HARD WORK, someone should have said something.

Still California dreaming. I wish I could have visited this little off the beaten track spot in the desert.

This makes me happy/sad.

I would totally be on Team Montague.  Hawaiian shirts all the way.

Ooh, Cannes. Slideshow. Liya Kebede makes me feel bad for not wearing this every day.

Have been a fan of this dying brand.  But can’t say I was always proud of it.

Nothing is better than this dress. 

Snack time!

After a week of sleeping on couches, I am heading here as soon as I am back to LA.

Next week’s uniform!

Cait’s next week uniform!

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C / It didn’t rain

Not rain

Every year since 2001, it has rained on my birthday. I have been rained on in Oregon (duh), Spain, Arizona, Chile, Hawaii, Australia, New York, and Cambodia.

But it didn’t rain this year. It was 70 and sunny in LA and I barely knew what to do with myself.  I kept looking up at the sky, wondering when I was going to get poured on, and it just didn’t happen.

I get pretty sentimental about little things and traditions. The rain has felt like something to depend on, even if it made logistics a little more difficult, I liked the notion that the rain was washing away the past year, and that I get to start fresh.

Here is my theory:

I have “started fresh” so many goddamn times already in the past year that there is nothing left to wash away. I have moved countries, started a new job, relationships have changed, and I am starting to get a tan for the first time in years. It’s been an almost-constant flow of change, renewal, and work on my brain and body. So honestly, even if the rain showed up, there wouldn’t be shit to do.

So instead of rain, I had brunch, I talked to people I love, I got a PIE delivery, and I had dinner at one of my favorite places in the city with one of my best friends, Lila.

Thanks for the love last week, you guys are the coolest, especially you, Tiff. I saw that post, and you made me cry in my coffee.


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C / Create & Cultivate NYC

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As mentioned in my poorly written post on Friday, I attended the Create & Cultivate conference over the weekend. The conference is focused on connecting and empowering creative women entrepreneurs, and using creativity to leverage impact and social change. I have followed this cool group of women for a few years now, drooling over the almost-annoying amount beauty and motivation that fills up their website, and when they announced the NYC conference, I swooped up tickets immediately.

Then, I forgot about the tickets, booked a bunch of travel around the same time, got myself sick, got delayed, and spent under 48 hours in the greatest city in the world. At least the conference was cool.

Things I loved

  • Being in the presence of Gloria Steinem, and hearing her talk about her life, activism, and her badass leather pants. I was sitting in the second row, and she 100% made eye contact and now we are linked for eternity.
  • Aurora James. If you do not know about Aurora James, I highly recommend doing so. She’s the force of nature behind Brother Villes, the gorgeous ethical fashion brand who makes my dream boots. (I wear a 6.5 if you are interested in making a friend forever.) She discussed the need for people with a platform to use it for something worthwhile, and when discussing the issue, she didn’t retreat into safe over-politeness, she stood up for what she does. Her defense of the importance of educating yourself on where your clothes come from and the responsibility that people with an audience have, made me feel like there is someone on my team out there that is doing the things I want to do in the best way possible.


  • A MOBILE BALL PIT. See figure A.

Figure A 

  • The panel on fringe roles in fashion and social media, where a wide range of people who didn’t conform to basic standards of beauty, race, gender and sexuality all talked about their experiences within an industry that tends to veer towards problematic versions of those things.  It was incredibly substantial, and I wish it were a whole day, I would go to a conference just on that.
  • Free snacks everywhere. See figure B.
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Figure B

Things I loved a little less

  • There were two camps in the conference, or at least it felt that way to me. There was the group of people who want to become “influencers” and get paid to promote products and take sexy selfies. The other group of people was there to empower other women, and use creativity and entrepreneurship as a catalyst for social change. I am not going to tell you which camp I am in.
  • A lot of the conference was beauty-based, there was lots of “glam” stuff, which is totally fine, and the lines for it were crazy long so clearly people are into free makeovers and braids and shit, but I found myself (with three hours of sleep, mind you) being sort of grumpy at that side of things. Don’t get me wrong, I built my own Birchbox when I had the damn chance, but I guess I just wish that beauty products and looking sexy didn’t have to be such a huge focus for a women’s conference.


“Wouldn’t it be amazing if Jessica Alba just surprised everyone here?”

“OMG, old people are so cute, I just love them”- Girl sitting behind me, probably talking about me

“Who do I have to blow to get a goddamn flower crown?”

“Those meatballs, do they have meat in them?”

“I couldn’t find the coffee place, but I found this rosé. Don’t let me ask any questions.”

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This is not to make fun of the conference at all, I found it incredibly valuable. I am happy that I went, and next time I go, I will come packing more questions, more business cards, more coffee, and more than 3 hours of sleep.







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T / happy monday / what’s the story?

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I feel like that’s the theme to all my work these days.  Every contract, every shot, every post. And I still have so many stories to share from my California trip too.  Everything’s a story, right?

And then this little ditty plopped onto my desktop from the cool kids over at Turntable Kitchen this morning.  It’s like the music gods knew exactly what I needed.  It’s a perfect cover of a 90s classic that I definitely owned. And that beat!  I hope you cook up a good story this week.

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C / 2am in Newark 

This is what Newark looks like at 2am in the rain. Isn’t it amazing? I think so too. 

No one in the history of the universe has ever worked harder to get to Newark that I did tonight, or this morning, I guess. 

There should be a drama font. 

After a surprise sickness on Wednesday evening tanked my chances of making my 8am flight on Thursday, the lovely humans at Virgin America rebooked me FOR FREE on the noon flight the next day. (I think that they thought that I was full of shit and hungover or something so the put me on the later flight and electronically pat me on the head.) In a very uninteresting turn of events, the flight was delayed 5 hours, and now I’m writing from the back of a Lyft, somewhere in Jers. But you know what is great? The driver is super into vintage Backstreet Boys, so it’s not all bad for me. 

I am attending a sweetass conference tomorrow whether I will totally hang with Gloria STEINAM, and that just auto corrected to all caps on it’s own, because my phone gets me. 

Oh shit, 98 Degrees is on now! Julia Wilson took me to this concert in like 9th grade and we made shirts with puffy paint and sat in the second row. I touched all 98 of the degrees, which grosses me out now. Shanice was performing at that concert too, and if your don’t know the song “I love your smile” you are missing out on a pretty formative song (for me.) 

Anyway, conference and professional stuff. I am excited. I will have a whole 5 hours of sleep, but I’m excited. I won’t be able to see all the people this time in New York, because I will have zero free minutes in the 48 hours I am here, but I will never stop coming back to New York. So I will see those people soon. 

Oh, driving through manhattan right now, and people are standing outside, in the rain, to get into a club with purple lighting. That sounds like a nightmare to me.  

I am very happy that I get to sit in this lovely Lyft, now playing N’Sync, and thank the gods of Eileen Fisher that I am not 23. 

That’s enough of this drunk-tired letter to nobody. I’m just kidding, it’s to you. 

Bad photo of the rain by me. I’m no Tiffany Tsang. 

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C/ not according to plan

HI. It’s nice being back after our little break. Having Tiff here was a dream, I miss her now and and a little bit annoyed that she hasn’t moved to LA yet.

I planned on taking time today to write something meaningful about the strength of friendship, how much it means to have someone who really knows you, and what an amazing time we had, playing in the desert. But I can’t do that right now. Know why?

BECAUSE I JUST SPLIT MY GODDAMN PANTS. Right up the middle, and it made that super loud ripping sound, like in the movies.  I am supposed to go to a party tonight where there is something like 80lbs of cheese waiting for me, and now I have to find something to fit around the lower half of my body. I’m thinking of just taking a bed sheet or an extra sail that I have lying around and wrapping it around my body like the Little goddamn Mermaid.

Welcome back to the blog, I will try to contribute something of slightly higher value later in the week. Maybe.



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Hi there, welcome to Wednesday. Tiff is currently buying all of Cambodia for all of California, because she is a wonderful friend. Cait has been filling the fridge full of all the things that Tiff has to eat when she gets here. We are clearly excited to see each other.

Two ladies who have known each other for 37 years and are still killing it.  (Give us some time, we’ll get there)

I am super interested in this article, and feel like we should all be using our super powers more.


I haven’t watched it yet, but this is a brilliant take down of a certain tone deaf ad that just came out.

I like Selena Gomez a lot right now and I am not sure how to feel about it.

When a brand just gets it wrong, shoppers respond.

Do you follow @bustle on Instagram? Stop wasting your life and get on that.

This guy’s podcast rocks.  So does his house.

This is my favorite headline.

I just want to put them on and go for a hike in the desert now.


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C / a little Disney magic

castle.JPGI have had “A Whole New World” stuck in my head for days. You know, super normal adult stuff.

It all started last week when a friend came to town for her birthday, and we went to see the new Beauty and the Beast, followed by a trip to Disneyland, on a Monday. It was a lot of Disney, all at once. The movie was honestly pretty fantastic, but I like Emma Watson and am super into talking appliances, so don’t trust my opinion.

At Disneyland, we went on all the fun rides, got fast passes, inhaled churros, and impatiently waited in the never-ending lines. It was so much fun. Fun is great.

I am writing about it because for a while there, I had sort of forgotten about fun. It’s not that I have been living in a deep sadness all by myself or that I don’t smile or laugh or anything, I just sort of lost track of the things that make me feel like me. It’s easy to get lost in the constant mind spaghetti of “figuring it out,” which has sort of been my life the last year. Figuring it out blows, and constantly working on myself and through issues that I don’t really want to deal with is exhausting. Disneyland snapped me out of it.

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both normal faces

I giggled. I screamed on Space Mountain and ducked on the Indiana Jones ride when it felt like there were arrows being shot out of the wall. (It’s apparently just air.) I screamed and laughed and tried really hard to keep my arms up on Thunder Mountain. I insisted we go on the Teacups, because they RULE, and I may have gone a little crazy with the spinning and made everyone sick. Sorry guys!


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Disney is problematic, obviously, especially in the 90’s when most of the movies they put out seemed to be in competition with each other for “most racist and anatomically unreasonable.” (I think Pocahontas won.) I will forever have bizarrely unrealistic expectations for love and cleavage, but those stories are a part of my childhood, and screaming my face off on rides inspired by them was the most fun I have had in a long time.

So thanks for that, Disneyland, and the rest of the Disney movies I have seen this week. It doesn’t matter what they are, mind your business.

PS, I am really proud of myself for not using the phrase “inner child” once in this post.