I don't think anyone shouts, "I'm going to Disneyland!!!!" with pure intentions of coming home with a new designer handbag and hat. But, hey, that's what makes my world a little peculiar I guess.

So, yeah...I did that. 

I went on the Indiana Jones ride and landed myself straight into the gift shop where leather safari hats are as abundant as Mickey ears. Then I headed to the children's section of Minnie paradise and scored quite the evening handbag. A true example of "from runway to reality"...but in this case, completely reversed. From mass general population, straight to the couture closet that my stacks of handbags cheerfully call home. 

Alaia and Minnie can finally meet! It all makes so much sense now...

Do I smell the next Disney movie sensation in the works? 

Photography by Sabrina Hill, taken at the Brentwood Country Mart, CA. 

I can honestly say I still don't understand the full appeal of a farmers market. Farm to table produce? Ehhh. The flowers are never as fresh as my go-to flower shops, I'm never in dire need of a homemade eggplant garlic hummus, and I'm more than fine with the organic bananas from my routine trip to Trader Joe's.  

The only alluring factor is of course simply the activity of walking the farmer's market! What to wear, who to bump into, and most importantly, what batch of strawberries to throw on an Instagram post (why do strawberries get so many likes?!). If it was up to me, there should be a lot more time spent at a roller skating rink than at a stand of Brussel sprouts. But hey! 

Any sunny day is National Turban Day. Ain't no shame in my turban game.

This turban is actually just a vintage scarf tied in a rose knot in the front of my head. I just made up the word "rose knot"-- I basically just tied a knot that was a little extra poufy and tucked in the ends of the scarf underneath the rose bulb. A rose knot. 

And now you understand why you need to go to college to be a fashion stylist.... 

Mixing sarcasm with straight truth everyday since '84.

Sometimes I can't control the G inside of me. Something about gold chains and a fitted cap that just makes me want to do a {Jewish white girl} shimmy down the block.

That's the great thing about clothing-- it can really be that icing on your confidence cake. My gold chains are like my warrior shields, my magic fairy dust, my glass slippers. They make me feel most me. 

Do you have an item that you can't live without? How does it make you feel? I'm mainly asking because I'm genuinely curious how not everyone else feels exactly the same way I feel about gold chains...

Photographs taken outside of the LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art).

This is my "I can't wait for the Super Bowl" face. Give me a reason to daytime celebrate and I'll give you 10 shots of tequila reasons to hang by my side. 

This year we were going to extend our annual Super Bowl rager-- last year's was equip with a basketball dunk bouncy castle and a hella-lotta beer pong-- but unfortunately our new #elspanishoasis custom living room couch won't be delivered in time. This hostess doesn't host a party without seating.

So we're giving it a rest this year, and planning to make the most of Uber and our friend's sweet house in the Hollywood hills...

File under: I love parties.

So then this happened... 

I was popping in by my favorite fashion PR firm last week, Infinity Creative Agency, when I melted and resurged like a chic, fashionable, yet still carrot in tow Olaf reincarnation (#frozenreference) once I laid my very 20/20 Lasik'd eyes upon these Charlotte Simone fur treasures. I could hardly walk out the door with the items in tow without begging for an impromptu "wall session" {moment with just me, a killer wall, and a friend with a camera.} 

#HollywoodHomer so happened to be my arm candy that day, so he wasn't too keen on being second fiddle on another ball o' fur. He will always be #1 in my heart, but I can't deny that this handbag and scarf come in a close second... 

Photographs taken in the Infinity Creative Agency studio in downtown LA by @prettyraw

Never met a drop crotch I didn't like. Although these "beach pants" are perfectly suited for this very moment, {a January afternoon picnic in Malibu adorned with 40 friends, a football, and a really, really, really long #selifestick,} they can also achieve mortality in oh so much more of life.

Spot me going as far with these pants as wearing them to meetings with a tall stacked black boot and cropped little t. An ode to Aaliyah, the fly'est female rapper that ever did drop crotch, can always close a business deal with a smile and a shake of swag!

Photographs taken on Will Rogers State Beach, off the PCH.

I found these Ani Lee pants at a sample sale and had an immediate swoon moment. They were missing buttons but that's an easy fix for a wardrobe vet. I planned on getting ruby or emerald vintage buttons and turning the pants into a bejeweled crown.

Instead, I found these vintage Chanel buttons at a premiere button store in Los Angeles. Such a small detail, such a big result. Now these pants are basically gold.

Do you own an item worthy of a button swap? {Weekend D-I-Y project alert!}