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Earthquakes and pet red dogs….

…No need to rush for cover under a desk or stand in a sturdy door frame, apparently what will give you life beyond the richter scales is a simple button. Not sure what happens though if one is in a dire situation with the earth moving beneath ones feet. Does one press the button and immediately be flown out of potential crushing situation, or does one simply hear reassuring platitudes or classical music? rather annoyingly I can’t remember where this button was but I do hope that I am near it if the ground starts rolling.

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It has recently become a serious focus of mine to include as many beautiful objects, music, food and general beauty in ones life as possible thus contributing to ones general healthy well being and all around shining aura. And to that token I have acquired a wonderful red dog stylishly wearing a green beret and with long luscious red tufts of hair. Having the wonderfully red Lula on my desk has brought no end to my creativity and general health and I would recommend that you too should try to find a glamorous vintage pet at the earliest possible convenience and place said pet in a prominent position in your life.Image

Talking of glamorous red hair, I had my brunette locks brought firmly into the red 21st century the other day and am attempting to recreate the curls perfected by my incredibly dexterous hairdresser Ricardo, but as of yet have fallen slightly short of his expert brushwork. 

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And on that redhead note, I wish you all a beautiful vintage pet accompanied weekend and may they invent buttons for all worldwide disasters shortly…and if anyone does come across the earthquake button please let me know where it is so I might hover with Lula in case of serious emergency.

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Skulls on a Sunday morning….

…Springing out of my Prius intent on a runaround of Joshua Tree highlights became a conquering of inner phobias and a serious gladness at not having open toed sandals when one was confronted with this signage immediately infront of a bush:

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Aware of the freezing temps and therefore the high likelihood of coming face to face with a flea infested rat it was with serious strength that I overcame the rodent signage and  clambered over the skull. As U2 had immortalized the stretch of desert and as I was staying in their very own desert pied a terre, Harmony Inn, I channelled the Irish rockstars    and nimbly investigated the weathered rocky boney head.

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Sitting on top of a stone head, I became hyper aware of the solitude and suddenly feeling extremely alone, sped off from the desert, desolation, rockstars and rodents with me and the Prius hotfooting it to the comfort of a Starbucks Americano and a blueberry oat bar, a quick leap into the Factory Outlets and bang, with some dangly earrings, was back in the Big Smoke. Tony Curtis’ autobiography providing my desert weekend trip soundtrack…The Rat Pack and Golden Years of Hollywood doing their utmost to entertain along the straight and narrow 10.

Road trips up North and beaches blanketed with elephant seals fueled by a steady stream of salt water taffy; the first weeks of May were a sweet all american road trip, complete with parking tickets and dodgy tacos in wooden shacks.

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Barrels of chewy delights post frenetic shoe shopping=sunday well spent up north somewhere suitably breezy.

May your May days and Nights be filled to the brim with multicolored taffy and may you avoid all manner of unfair parking tickets and stealthy rats creeping their way around hot desert rocks.

 

A barrel made in heaven

Dear Post Easter Hunters. If you were lucky enough to be reduced to a small child  searching high and low through your grandmothers house for mini chocolate eggs and if you are lucky enough still to have not scoffed the lot then well done. My easter sunday was peppered with dinosaur type birds on a pacific pier and a wildly frenetic easter egg hunt through the long beach home of my twinkly eyed grandmother.

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Zooming up and down the coastline eating as much brightly colored candy as possible has unexpectedly become a weekend pastime for me these past few springtime weeks. I found myself alone on a desolate beach somewhere in central california a few weeks ago and post long beach walking and sandy sandwich eating, and a minor stint into a neon shoe haven, I became transfixed with barrels of ludicrously wonderful taffy. At once becoming a Roald Dahl Charlie and the Chocolate Factory contender, I drooled and spent a minor credit card fortune on leopard print shoes and multicolored fruit flavored gems.

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An extreme sweet yin to my yogic wholefoods daily eating yang, I find myself seeking parallels to my nutritional yo yo-ing deep within my inner wise yogic self. I am a sprinter, having never much been tempted by long distance jogging. Instead intensely pinging from A to B without much pacing or much eyeing of the scenery, except once in a California blue moon when I walk barefoot through sand contemplating my life among other deep thoughts. I tend to live in a kaleidoscope of color, rich taffy like shades instead of sophisticated mad men-esque pastels. To find balance in this sweet tooth of a Hollywood existence is my next 2013 plight. Any suggestions answers on a postcard please, and if so inclined please include a piece of taffy or two. Happy Tuesday and Happy balancing to one and all. PS am about to fly through the air without the greatest care in a trapeze class, will keep you posted as to possible attainance of aerial balance.

Extreme Neon Mondays and a Himalayan Salt Room

Having recently concluded that the effect of fluorescent socks does indeed bring one’s winter mood slap bang up to sweltering summer standards, I went one step further and purchased a neon pink sweater thereby topping and toeing one’s neon outfit to the neon max. What better morning to step out in dazzling color but a Monday beginning of the week jaunt. Hours of intensity brought on the serious need for a Korean spa by the time sunset rolled around in order to attain balance in my dazzling chakras and so off my Prius and I went to rediscover the pleasures of dark hot rooms and far eastern languages by way of the local Korean spa.

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A yoga mat, a prius and a therapist on speed dial is one sure fire way of knowing you’ve truly arrived in LA. Another way is to pop over to a friend’s for a cuppa and realize her occasional wheatgrass habit has morphed into a serious growing superfoods business:

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But a Hollywood life is not all neon and superfood shots, the last few days were scattered with serious soul searching and comfort food indulging in and around manic rehearsal scheduling and reality TV voice overing. On a recent lowly weekday morning I found myself on a pleasurable carousel of forest-walking-past-movie-star-show-homes and along narrow wooden bridges whilst discussing nirvana and inner peace

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And a serious mountain of bread baking for the carb conscious Los Angelino… Let me tell you, this is a major rarity: Rehearsals complete with a humungous mound of freshly baked bread:

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And what LA week would be complete without a perfectly British afternoon tea complete with cucumber sandwiches and freshly picked from garden and then squeezed into homemade lemon bars. Thank you, hostess with the mostess, Ms. Jones, also formerly of Clapham Common and the environs.

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And there we have it a hop, skip and a neon twirl later fueled with as many carbtastic treats as possible. A merry little LA week. May your first springtime 2013 week be as sweet and as bright and may you all have access to a small, dark rooms should the dazzling occasion demand.

 

 

The red hot Grammys and a subway sandwich

In honor of Oscar Sunday I am finally catching up on my award shows insight in light of being almost 100% back on my Hollywood feet again after having undergone a severe attack of the flu. A hop skip and a few springtime weeks ago I found myself red carpeting it up to the nines at Music’s Biggest Night. Not to knock the glamor socks off too early on a Sunday morning, Malia, The Gabster and I kept it real with some subway sandwiches as we watched the dress rehearsal:

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However slumming it with a foot long wasn’t going to be the whole story morning glory and we were soon elevated to suitable shades and red carpet status:

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So there you have it a Scottish Mime, a Korean English teacher and a Manchester yogi without a single hit single between the lot of us working the carpet and watching from the side of the stage, as one does. Forgoing Downton Abbey that week for Elton John tinkering a mere few feet away was indeed a highly recommended activity for a chilly Sunday evening.

LA is a mecca for wise words from the tortured masses who congregate here and I was particularly struck with this gem while me and the prius were darting about recently:

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So there you have it. I wish you many glorious red carpets moments with foot long sandwich melts and not a rat to be seen or heard of for miles and may all your gowns and tiaras be twinkling and magical.

 

Daily Glamor and an Alarmingly Regular Visitor.

As I write this I am about as farly flung from the world of Glamor as one could imagine. Currently sicker than a dog, knocked for six and in Long Beach surviving on a carousel of chicken noodle soup and hot pineapple and Manuka honey juice. As my grandmother and I do serious battle with a devious chest infection which threatens lungs and schedules for days on end, I have been reduced to the living room and episodes of Murder She Wrote. However, I feel our mounted attack against the attacker is gaining ground and I hope to be back up on my Hollywood feet very soon. And when I am, this is exactly the sort of spring attire one expects to be adorning:

 

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I have been thrust into a dilemma of not quite being sure whether to be relieved or alarmed at the regular parking up of an extermination truck opposite my balconied wooden floored hideaway. On the one hand, yes one likes to know that one’s pest population is being suitably obliterated, but on the other hand, one worries, how big is the issue at hand and is one yellow truck every few weeks able to handle the case. Thoughts of critters flooding Sweetzer Ave do not, in general, fill me with ease.

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I was given an extremely wonderful present by a lovely lovely friend a few weeks ago, with which was given the advice “to drink your morning coffee with and to remember why you are here”. Precisely. And printed on a mug with three snapshots of me on the Paramount Lot and written below: Follow your Dream. One can be so bedazzled in Hollywood with red carpets and cocktails that one can quite possibly lose one’s yellow bricked roaded way and it is always helpful to have the odd reminder. (That reminds me, that my next blog entry will cover my side of the stage seat at the Grammys)

ImageSo there we have it, from a reclining armchair in Long Beach surrounded by clementines and salt water taffy wrappers I send you good wonderful springtime wishes for healthy breathing, glamorous dressing and following your dreams dreaming.

A Homely Hollywood Sandwich…

…with a movie star filling. This weekend was indeed what it says on the title. Friday night was spent in Home Depot choosing a color scheme for Gabster’s soon to be yogic paradise of an apartment. To yellow or not to yellow that was the yogic question of the evening. If green is to calm is that to say that yellow is to nausea-inducing-ness? Pondering the subtleties of the shade of yellow in a massive warehouse in inner city LA is not how one spends ones Friday evening d’habitude but there we were, a picture of domestic interior designing bliss, my friend and I and we even had a little glimpse into paint making magic. Not to be confused with a common fried egg in a pot of paint:

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This isn’t the sort of behavior I remember from my B and Q days of yesteryear in the Highlands of Scotland; paint mixing before your very own eyes into your desired shade. But there you go, almost makes one feel like any old Tom, Dick or Harry could Jackson Pollock it up to the nines, what with paint mixing in High Street shops. I myself was inspired to perhaps start tinkering with canvas and a palette brushes once again.

The glam meat of the weekend Hollywood sandwich was teaching and filming yoga on top of the roof of a building in which Johnny Depp lives. One expected Mr Depp to perhaps turn up and partake in a few sun salutations along with the rest of us Lululemon LA yogis. However we were not graced with the pirate performing Warrior 1 but we were graced with beautiful weather as we stretched and sweated til our hearts were suitably content. Poolside and sunglasses de rigueur.

Noodled it up with a green tea chaser next in ChinaTown which was super fun although reminded me that the final weeks of the year of the Dragon were fast approaching and that  the slithering snake would soon pip me and the dragon to the Chinese new year post.

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Sunday brought yoga and transatlantic family catch ups. LA calling a small village in the Highlands. Briefly envious of my brothers open fire and weekend crossword lifestyle. Still madly missing the weekend Guardian.

The next minute me, my Warren Beatty biography blasting CD boxset and my Prius hotfooted it back downtown to a reading of a riotous new sit com in which I got to exercise both my steamy French accent and my decidedly not so steamy African brogue.

Post comedic chit chat I found myself blanketing it up on a couch with Ted in the Brewery for a 3 hour Downton Abbey fest. As music blared from a photo shoot next door and we wrestled with the volume to ensure not a syllable of Maggie Smith was lost due to boom boxing it, one could not help but feel a little middle aged. Cups of tea and biscuits to round off a weekend of fried egg type paint, movie star potential, Chinese lantern horizons and the Best of British on the telly. May your first full week of January provide rooftop views and cosy teas and may all your walls be painted with zen inducing shades.