July has been pretty hectic over here–a lot of traveling, work and what’s that? Barbecuing? YES. A lot of that. We took the plunge on our first charcoal grill the week before the 4th of July and set about trying to master how to do this business. Also, we watched like ten hours of BBQ Pitmasters on TLC one lazy Saturday; so that might have contributed to this new obsession. Since the 4th landed awkwardly

I’ve been in MIA lately on the blog front due to a things like going to Hawaii, work, NBA Playoffs, more work, and then let’s just be honest: Instagram is totally the new blog/Facebook/Twitter/whatever, right? Right. Also: my kitchen ceiling fell in due to a fucking air conditioning malfunction, so there was that too. Luckily, during the trying time, the NBA Playoffs were just popping off, so we had that

Yep that’s pretty much how to do it. The couple behind Rogue Territory Denim and filmmaker Duncan Wolfe did a great job showing off just how romantic Paris can be and how stress-free getting married can be.

Well, I kinda effed up my blog. So bear with me as I attempt to rectify the situation, but maybe this is a sign from the Internet Gods for me to scrap everything and start fresh? Who knows! Photo from Iron-Saint

Thanks Anne at Design*Sponge for posting my sneak peek on Monday. It was really fun, and yes, that’s what Laure, Morgan and Abby were doing with Herbie from the last post. I went through the comments today and noticed there were a lot of questions as to where I got what; so in case you were curious, here are some of my secret sources: Living Room/Entryway The big black and white painting and the blue “Kni

Pasadena tends to draw two very specific kind of crowds in terms of visitors: 1) College football fans migrating to the Rose Bowl; and 2) Swap meet enthusiasts looking for frequently overpriced finds at the monthly Rose Bowl flea market. However, some Angelenos will often find themselves in Pasadena for one reason or another if they don’t fall in either of those categories. These are the third kind of visitors:

Confession: Ever since I moved into my house four years ago, I’ve been SUPER embarrassed to have people over. Why, you ask? Because of the guest bathroom. Really, seriously. I know, I know, it’s silly and inane; but the guest bathroom has always been a sore point for me and it wasn’t until this year when I actually looked up, mid-shower, and thought, “Oh hey, I TOTALLY HAVE MOLD GROWING ON THE

When I was 19, my friend John told me to read Prozac Nation. I loathed it so much that I called him up after I finished it and said, “I can’t take the whining. WHY DOES SHE WHINE AND MOPE SO MUCH?” To which he responded, “She’s DEPRESSED. HENCE THE TITLE.” After that, he never recommended any memoirs to me, much less ones chronicling downward spirals. So my interest was piqued when