Propelled by my spotting of this giant duck in Palm Springs, I went hunting for my own to adopt, naturally. In the process, I stumbled across something that made my head explode even more. Continue reading
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While living between LaLa Land and Palm Springs is a dream, packing and unpacking is the bane of our existence, and by ours I mean Fred Baby’s since he ends up having to carry my mother lode. Continue reading
I take the French approach to hair, which is a nice and fancy way of saying I’m lazy. I haven’t blow-dried my hair in a decade and I only started using a curling iron again a few months ago. I’m ultra low maintenance when it comes to my hair. Which is why it’s so important to find a hair stylist who listens, who truly understands the depths of your laziness, and who can make you look your best despite it. Enter Mika Fowler.
Don’t believe me? Look at my before picture to see just how bad things had gotten…
When we were in San Francisco this past week, I fell in love with this pink Christmas tree. It’s like the flamingo version of a Christmas tree! It broke my heart not to be able to bring it back home with us (it didn’t fit in my carry-on and it was an ouch-inducing $185). So, the minute we got back to LA, I started to search eBay to see what I could find…and lo and behold, the very same pink feather Christmas tree starting at just $30! I instantly added it to my Vintage Christmas collection (cross your fingers that I win it!).
Truth be told, I never seem to be able to get it together in time to fashion a Halloween costume or make any solid plans, however a Halloween movie night is totally doable, even for the slow-of-heart, like me.
My proclivity for all things vintage, unique and one-of-a-kind is no secret. In fact, it’s one big fat bold reason I L-O-V-E Palm Springs (the vintage shopping is insane). But when I want to expand my treasure-hunting horizons beyond my beloved desert, I like to able to search the world all from one spot (my couch!) by browsing the big fat interwebs. Bar carts, party dresses and peacock chairs are my jam, the sweet sauce of the Kelly Golightly lifestyle, if you will. My name is Ms. Kelly Golightly, and I’m a covetaholic.