(above, an early-morning sliver of my balcony.)
I'm beginning to really see the irony in lounging on my balcony, watching the sailboats on the bay, sipping a mimosa, all the while listening to Bing Crosby sing "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas". Although I'm sure I won't feel entirely so jovial after touching down in the blizzard-happy Midwest, as winter here in California averages about 60 degrees. But I'll be damned if I don't try to stay in a Golden State of mind until the last minute. Expect to find me packing my long underwear and snow-pants (is there any way to make these look chic??) while watching the archived reruns of Beverly Hills, 90210. Happy Holidays! xox
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