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so i was being a genius and writing this particularly hilarious post on old navy's latest barforama of commercials on my gorgeous, shiny new obsession macbookpro... and then somehow, i lost it. 

i attempted to publish it, save it to drafts, etc... but blogger, you bitch, you let me down.

so until i can reclaim the majesty tomorrow, please enjoy some recent instas... otherwise known as catching up. 

i've missed you.

gang member? psychic? golden girl? 

i'm always keeping' em guessing...

recently cleaned out birdie's shoe closet and donated to soles for souls via our new church. awesome.

obsesssssssssed.

we were all pink. 

they went from playing makeup artist to being covered head to toe in chanel joues contraste. lancome touché eclat. le sigh.

what kind of a husband buys his wife a gift on his birthday?! 

mine does. 

(ps. my daddy did it, too.)

cannot handle the joy!

i'll figure out how to use her... all in good time. 

rose bowl. consistently my fave dealer.

thus far.

fall is here in los angeles. 

some days that means cool, crisp breezes, and some days it means 85 and sticky. either way, i'm wearing fur, hats, scarves, boots, and chunky knits, dammit. 

see you soon.

xo