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I should have began my day by cleaning out my closet, but activities forced on me mentally by COVID 19 make me want to cry like Goldie Hawn in Private Benjamin. If the reference means nothing then your next activity during social-distance-isolation-quarantine should be to watch that movie....then return to this blog. And if the reference upsets you because, unlike myself, you are super jazzed to be holed up with your work-from-home husband (or wife or partner) and kids, playing SORRY and watching PG rated movies and all those home cooked meals and baking adventures then this blog likely isn’t for you (but if you are also super nice, which you probably are, if you love being with your family that much - then please send my link to your snarky imperfect-at-parenting friends). And in an effort to get some basics out of the way in my first post to see if this is going to work between us - my grammar is horrible but i’d rather just keep writing because the ideas come fast and how perfect my sentences are seems irrelevant. I enjoy writing the way I speak so there are always endless dashes and commas and its a bit like “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” except with curses and alcohol.

My kids describe me as “good crazy”. I used to think my life resembled Lucile Ball in ‘I Love Lucy’ (and my husband also very tolerant and forgiving even when, like Lucy, I completely fuck something up). Good crazy, by my definition, is someone who is super spontaneous; fun loving; runs out of gas occasionally (sorry Jackie Prophet); is always 5-10 minutes late but would never not show up; pretty much always says yes when asked to do something fun; loves watching basketball so much that subscribes as one of (key phrase here - one of) my happy-birthday-to-me gifts - the NBA league pass - so I can watch games all hours of the night; hates sitting home; sucks at “down time”; still believes that shopping math is a real math skill (side note if you have never watched the youtube bunny characters do “Shopping Math Is The New Free” skit this is an absolute MUST to move forward in our relationship - it is basically a cartoon of myself and my husband years ago); always wanted to have all sons despite being into clothing, pedicures, and hair blowouts; is not embarrassed to admit that I don’t love all nature or all weather; both hates and is challenged at cooking, yet considers Top Chef, pretty much her favorite show of all times; loves going to restaurants; wears lots of rings; falls asleep at night by planning outfits for trips and events in her head; always chooses one more activity or adventure over calling it a day (which sometimes explains the always running late thing); openly admits to watching really crappy TV like The Bachelor; is obsessed with fashion and style; loves the beach and watching the ocean and strolling on almost any beach path; likes mountains a bit but can’t ski (afraid of going downhill); is bored by rolling green valleys and dislikes woods and forests; plans her daily outfit in the shower every morning and gets super excited if what I imagined works the first try!; hates leafless winter trees; loves palm trees; loves to vacation in Paris and Mykonos (yes I totally know that is a luxury beyond!) and of course if you know me for 5 minutes or 50 years, you know my favorite place to live is LA. I’ve been having a love affair with LA for 30 years. That’s me in a nutshell.

So this post was supposed to be about cleaning out my closet during the coronavirus and then was going to roll into my first fashion and lifestyle west-coast-soul-born-on-the-east-coast kind of blog - but instead turned into some random version of “getting to know me”. Anyway - if you found this slightly amusing, you will probably like my take on fashion, food, lifestyle and all things Los Angeles. If you now think I’m a horrible, not funny at all writer, bored in suburbia and a whiny, spoiled person (which, arguably, one could claim) then enjoy your homeschooling and making from-scratch cookies during the quarantine without me while I’m typing away in the kitchen while drinking a bourbon, burning my half-assed attempt at dinner, and making cut and bake cookies (FYI the packaged brownie mix and cut and bake cookies are the biggest hit with anyone I have ever served them to and quite frankly often chosen over the scratch kind)!