Respects, Palm Springs Edition

the twist palm springsSomething unexpected and wonderful happened. Our family has been planning to go to Disneyland. Three times. If you are a Southern California resident, which we barely but officially are, you can go 3 times between Jan-May for 1.5 times the price of daily admission. So, again, Disneyland three times. I love Disneyland but offhandedly I said, you know, for the price we could go to Palm Springs for a couple days instead. Now, some days I look at my children and think, whose kids are these? But not this time. Because unanimously, even after a flow-chart of trips to Disneyland vs. trip to Palm Springs, they said quote, “I know this sounds weird, but I’d rather go to PALM SPRINGS.” Even though we were just there in November and again a few months before that. Even though there are no rides. And nothing is Star Wars themed. They are my children, indeed! Speechless and proud and thankful for a lower-key vacation. Respects my children for spending our travel funds the way they should be spent. I really didn’t see this one coming. Dang.

This sounds like this story couldn’t get any better, but it did. Our schedule and hotel availability all came together (cue David Brent finger lock and lip bite) and we are able to visit during Modernism Week. I’ve never been, always wanted to go, and am out of my mind excited.

My kids mostly want to swim the pool and bike the ‘hoods and hike the mountains (<<<all confirmed better than Disneyland) and I will mostly join them, but for sure there will some house creeping. I can’t think about this too much or I will spontaneously combust, but ya, gonna go inside the Frey House II. Have a casual look around. All above the board. Not gonna get arrested. Furthermore, and it’s taking all I’ve got to keep the salty language to myself when I tell you this, I’m touring the Edris House. Also legally. That house has been a solid #1 for house stalker #1 for nearly 20 years and I’m gonna have to tape my hands inside my pockets so I don’t get too handsy inside. (Side note: it’s on the market for $4M!) Respects Modernism Week, Albert Frey, E. Stewart Williams, and to all the homeowners who are letting strangers have a peek into their properties!

I gotta give some respect to our favorite place to stay (with kids) in the city, The Twist (pictured). I mentioned on instagram that I don’t even really like to share this info because we like it that much. The place is run like a vacation rental apartment so if you like to be attended to, it’s probably not for you. However, if you are an introverted shut-in who likes to come and go without interaction and doesn’t mind bringing your own extra toilet paper, welcome home! For our family, it’s perfect: Location + Kitchen + Yard*. The architecture is quintessential Palm Springs motel, the Design District (best shopping) and Old Las Palmas neighborhood (best houses) is out the front door, the pool is uncrowded and gorgeous, and the rooms bright, cheerful, and nicely updated with a mid-mod nod. Honestly sometimes a bit too contemporary for my taste, but that minor thing is my ONLY complaint. The cutest mini-putting green seals this deal.

*Yes, private YARDS with firepits on the lower levels! Upper units have spacious balconies. Hands down best outdoor space for kids is the lower corner unit in back! It’s impressively large and the kids can run a track from the living room, outside, and back in again through the master patio. The raised firepit area doubles as a stage. You sacrifice some views, but seriously the outdoor space ups the relaxing by lots!
This really has little to do with Palm Springs, other than our family is badly in need of a vacation, but respects to all the other parents of “spirited” children. You are amazing (and so are your kids!). All my respects to you for holding it together when “that child” is your child and you are faced with the emotional overload of love/frustration/doubt/worry. I’m with you! I’m so not a crier, but TWICE this week I’ve cried in public because parenting has been that intense. Yesterday it was after what can only be described as a ballistic incident at the dentist after my youngest got a tooth pulled. It was BAD and I’m greatly looking forward to a change of scenery and for a few days. I hope your family has opportunities to recharge and have fun together too. Palm Springs somehow has turned into our place and I’m so thankful for that.

If any of you will be at Modernism Week too, please say hello if you see me! I would love to actually meet some of you in real life. Just look for the overly cheerful lady holding a tired/hungry/grumpy vacation child…because that “spirit” doesn’t magically stay home when we travel but most of my impatience does :)



I’m deep in a brutalist phase right now. Maybe it’s these times? I just sent a text to my husband that said “BRUTAL SUCCESS”, signifying that we are now the proud owners of a sweet vintage piece (not the one pictured – I wish). Umm, not sure why he hasn’t responded with due excitement, or at least a thanks/much respects to my ebay prowess??? It should be here soon and I can’t wait to share.

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In the meantime, can we talk about the fact that Marc Weinstein, a rad brutalist sculptor out of St. Louis, is still producing and selling the good stuff (yes the one pictured!!!) and I had no idea until today?! Am I the only one living under a concrete rock? Many pieces are repros from 60’s/70’s. Not exactly cheap, but worth every penny in my opinion. I love that some amazing craftspeople (Stan Bitters being another fine example!) are having a much deserved resurgence and that new generations have the opportunity to support their work. A brutal world calls for brutal art. Much respects to Mr. Weinstein and Mr. Bitters for keeping on! Brutalism is back! Or still around….

One of 3 houses in our town that I would consider trading ours in for came on the market. When we were looking, I wished upon many stars that this would pop up for sale. It didn’t, but I have been dying to see the inside ever since. It’s a good one, huh? San Luis Obispo isn’t known for incredible mid century architecture, but we’ve got a few gems sprinkled around town and this is definitely one of them. Obviously, not a lot of space for kids, but such a beauty! Pending – sadly not us! Respects to the architect of this fine place and to the future owners (who are you and will you invite me over?!)

I can’t stop watching Supersonic. Oasis fans, it is so good. An explosion of talent, both songwriting and smartassery, is captured. Noel, no words. Solid respects.

The new mushroom planters from Modernica are fine.

Swap out Home Depot for Lowe’s and the graph in this article could be charting my life. Last month my mouth spoke the words “favorite store” in reference to Home Depot and it was no lie. That place smells like possibilities and you can go in your paint clothes. Can Nordstrom’s offer that? No. Concurrently, I figured out that my lukewarm feelings toward Ikea are taking a plunge. NAILED IT, Vox. But let’s hope Rooms To Go is never in my future…

Thanks friends for stopping by. This happens to be the 100th time I’ve spewed out craziness on this blog and I appreciate you reading!!! xoxo


We should start with the elephant in the room: America. So many mixed emotions, all the time but especially this year, about our country, our history, and our government. Like most things in life, so much good with so much bad. So incredibly thankful that we can vote, have a peaceful transfer of power (still blows my mind) and don’t have someone lording over us. So much disgust for the disrespect toward each other and that our next president is a certified sleaze. Seems like we can do better all around, but here we are. Nobody wins. My crazy libertarian self might be one of the farthest things from a Clinton supporter, so considering the amount of shock and sadness and fear and confusion that hit me when the Donald and his gross rhetoric won, I can’t imagine the gut-punch that Hillary supporters felt. I’ve never had that doomsday feeling over an election until now. While I don’t align or fully agree with either side, it has never been hard to respect the vote or the leader of our country…until this one. It was a foreign feeling, but one I know countless Americans feel every election. All this isn’t to open a can of worms. It’s mostly to say that I’ve come down majorly since then and I think that we will be alright and that most of us aren’t terrible. And, oddly, one of the most helpful and comforting things this week was this Emily Henderson post and the 1000+ comments. If you are still feeling roughed up and haven’t read it, I’d check it out. I went there looking for design escape and instead found perspective. Thanks so much Emily for your sincerity and respectfulness. So much respect to you for putting it out there. (And I feel like this needs to be said so you don’t think I’m super insane: yes I voted for Gary Johnson and yes I saw the weird tongue interview and yes even he seems like too much of a kook to lead this country. But, like every other voter, I did my best.)

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In total inconsequential, lighthearted, escapist and potentially-insensitive-when-coupled-with-such-seriousness but on blog topic other news: I found a new dresser last week. It wasn’t in the best of shape and is missing its original hardware, but it cleaned up nice and I’ve been on the hunt for a highboy for longer than I care to admit. The purchase initiated four dresser moves that involves all three bedrooms and the clothes relocation of all four members of our family. And somehow in the process I’ve decided to sort through all of our clothes….because if not now, when? To top it all off, my instinct was (the election really derailed me) to keep shopping – instead of doing the dishes or putting away all the clothes or normal person stuff. Because that’s what you do when you are on a winning streak, which I am. And for the first time ever my husband, in all seriousness, suggested that I was acting like a hoarder. He doesn’t know what I know about winning streaks and all, so whatever… Estate sales, I’m so into you.

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Obsession doesn’t begin to describe my feelings about the Shelter Island home of Jonathan Adler and Simon Doonan. So these recent photos of it on The Coveteur might have pushed me over the edge to #1 house creeper. I should be embarrassed by the amount of times I’ve looked at these. In true stalker fashion, I love seeing corners of the house that haven’t been represented in previous publishings and rearrangements and changes in the ones that are all over the internet. And JA said this, “start with a chandelier that is bigger than you think you need, and more expensive than you think you can afford. Add a graphic rug and you won’t look back.” Words. Respect.

Speaking of Jonathan Adler and stalker me, this mirror is driving me out of my mind. I’ll never spend that on a mirror, or even a piece of furniture, but good design deserves recognition even if it’s not coming from my pocket.

I’m finally getting around to reading Waging Heavy Peace and my take away each read is that I need to be nailing redwood planks to every wall in my house. Thanks for your songs and your love of material things and for all the rambles Neil. Respect always.

If I could hoard one impractical thing, it would surely be strange old cone shaped fireplaces. Although I tried to talk my life partner into buying a second one last week, he is adamant that one is the only acceptable number per household. All I can do now is admire the fireplaces of strangers. If you, like me, have old cone shaped fireplace obsession and a need to stare at the fireplaces of strangers, go appreciate this beauty over at Yellow Brick Home.

Until next time friends! xoxo