When it’s right you just know it. That’s how I feel every time I see… well, a dress I simply must have. It’s how I felt when I saw this Annelore, micro-mini, lushly patterned dress featured on the cover of WWD a zillion years ago (pre kids, pre marriage, circa steadily dating current beloved husband). This dress also marked a turning point in my relationship with Tom (said beloved husband). After a year of dating, and Tom’s pleas for guidance, bewildered as he was by the mer

To selfie or not to selfie? That is the question I mull over every time I, well, take a selfie. Which, if you’ve visited my Instagram page, you know I do pretty often. And behind each selfie I post are 20 or so snaps that I hated, or as many that I loved and had to sift through to find the one I would share with the world. Or whoever happens by my page. Here, I’d like to shout out to my mom, ever reliably clicking and commenting. Thanks mom! And though I know it’s a widely ac

Every item of clothing in my closet is the star of its own story. Many years ago my husband and I traveled to Paris on the heels of a traumatic life event. Our dear friends encouraged us to get out of LA in the hopes of leaving our troubles behind us. We stayed in a beautiful apartment belonging to a very generous, very successful screenwriter/director, situated directly above Café de Flore. The trip was just the panacea we both needed. And along the way I bought this Étoile

This is not a bucket list. I don’t like to think of my dreams as things that I want to do before I die, even though they are. That’s just stating the morbidly obvious. I prefer to think of them as lovely aspirations that I will indulge in one of these days, hopefully sooner rather than later. One of my daughters’ wonderful babysitters, a young actress who is as pretty on the inside as she is on the out, reminded me of this brilliant thing called a dream board. I’d never made