This is what I'd call a hit and run shoot. Hit the closet, score hard on a breezy dress, and run out of the house to be fashionably late to the party. Which is exactly what happened. I was literally running out of my house to go to a daytime beach bar to sip rosé with friends and watch the sunset, when I decided this dress deserved some solid blog lovin'.

The night ended with a few pies of pizza and a really stellar mint chip ice cream cone. I think part of what made the day so memorable was this perfect daytime LBD. It was as effortless as Kim Kardashian's hair David Beckham's free kick.

It's quite possibly my new favorite <3.

When there's a ray of sunshine, the hemlines go up...and up! It's a rule. And it's one of those rules that just need not be broken.

This spring is an ode to classic spring dresses-- floral, flirty, and fearless!

Keep it short, keep those legs tanned, and keep that smile bright.

It's like a brownie-in-a-box recipe...

Simple. Delicious.

Photography by Sabrina Hill.

This week I stepped into spring with two feet forwards while breaking two classic rules in fashion that frankly, never should have been cemented anyway.

1. White shoes before Memorial Day is an absolute must. 

2. A clutch for daytime is a big, fat DO. 

Here, I stepped into a little European escape and strutted my little {actually huge, size 10} feet around as if I had an over-poured glass of rosé in one hand, and possibly a team of handsomely dressed Greek beach boys in the other. 

Instead, I was really just meeting a friend for a drink in Los Angeles. But we can all dream, right? 

Photography by Sabrina Hill.

It wasn't supposed to rain today. 

My day off plan was as follows: Chow deep into Soho House West Hollywood's Sunday Brunch Buffet (if you don't know...now you know {wowzas}) and then hit the Melrose Flea Market to walk off the five towering plates of brunch heaven. 

Brunch, check. Flea market in the rain? Not so popular.

So instead, in my perfectly near-spring lewk, we twirled like Mary Poppins and did our Sunday's Best...

One article of clothing in just the right place can change everything...

Take this cozy beach sweater from Wildfox Couture...yeah, the one that I'd usually wear with black skinny leather pants and a perfectly paired boot. Now change your way of thinking. Subtract the motorcycle weekend babe and add the straight from tennis, but left my sweat on the court babe... and you are left with this perfectly preppy prima donna. 

And for the girl who prefers baggy drop crotch on a Monday, and a pastel pencil skirt on a Thursday, hanging a "gone preppy" sign on my forehead doesn't seem so bad after all.

For the love of fashion, and playing the part of who you choose to be every single day of every single week...

Photography by Sabrina Hill.

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.