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Speaking of enjoyable, since moving to Los Angeles, life’s become pretty hectic, but only in the best way possible. Last week, I assisted on set for a music video, which was really exciting even though there was a lot to be done before, during and after. The workdays were long, but since I liked loved just being involved, the hours flew by.
On the weekends, the exploring of my new city continues. Feeling touristy, David and I went on a two-hour spin through LA with Hollywood Sightseeing Tours, whipping through the hills in one of those open buses that, thankfully, lets you appreciate the amazing weather we have here. Sunshine every day, people. What’s not to love about that?
After stopping by a primo spot for snapping a photo of the Hollywood sign, the tour guide swung us by the houses of the rich and famous (Jack Nicholson, Madonna, Leonardo DiCaprio), plus the downright spoiled (Ahem, Paris Hilton). I’ve never seen houses like this in my life. SO big and SO fancy, sometimes too fancy to be tasteful (Sorry, Jennifer Lopez). I was hoping to catch Leo or ol’ Jack taking out the trash or something, but alas, neither one of them surfaced while we lurked. Next time...


We also stopped by Confederacy for a shopping event hosted by Shenae Grimes to benefit aid to Japan. All those patterns and junked up denim on that rack? Be still, my heart. A lot of secondhand here in LA is priced much higher than back home in Milwaukee, but the stuff here was pretty decent. See those little polka dotted shorts hidden away up there? I'm having non-buyer's remorse about those. Funny that I never seem to get buyer's remorse though...

And then there was the Nylon party at the Mondrian, which was stuffed to the gills with girls with great individual style, including Ms. Rumi Neely of FashionToast.



