Opening night means red carpet, and the red carpet means this dress gets its moment. I'm one curling-iron burn away from quitting — come be my second opinion, babe.
Opening night means red carpet, and the red carpet means this dress gets its moment. I'm one curling-iron burn away from quitting — come be my second opinion, babe.
Woke up starving and apparently the kitchen dress code is whatever I fell asleep in. Come make me something better, babe.
Film festival week is officially here and my schedule has turned into three pages of movies I refuse to miss. Come argue with me about which one we skip dinner for, babe.
Art & wine festival on Girard and I've officially confused "critiquing the installations" with "collecting glasses." The chalk art is incredible but I keep getting photobombed by my own dress. Tell me which piece you'd take home, and which one you'd rather take me to see.
OB Oktoberfest went and made it a Y2K theme, so I've been digging out low-rise everything and practicing my stein-holding face in the mirror. Tell me this look still holds up, babe.
Tomorrow's recital has me wide awake with a dress on the bed and opera in my ears. Come help me pick, babe.
There's a movie screening by the pool at La Valencia coming up and I've turned my bedroom into a full fitting room over it. This bikini might be losing a fight it started. Come settle the tiebreaker for me, babe.
Chamber music salon at the Woman's Club today and there's a high tea with French champagne after, so obviously I dressed like I belong here and now I'm committing to the bit. Come hold my champagne while I pretend to know things about Beethoven, babe.
The whole beach turned into one big party today — music, volleyball, and me refusing to budge from this spot. Squeeze in next to me, babe.
Cancelled every plan I had tonight the second this tub filled up. Tell me you'd scrub my back, babe.