It’s been glorious living in Hawaii since November 22nd 2009 in my little shack right on the beach. No electricity, no running water. Spending everyday eating fresh fish caught by my daughter and husband with their hand-whittled spears.
Okay, fine. This was just a fantasy and I’ve actually been at home in rainy Portland, Oregon for the last three or so months glued to my kitchen counter working on the upcoming Spring eat.shop titles for Paris, New York City, Los Angeles, San Francisco and the Twin Cities.
Where has the time gone? Certainly not to this blog. But now I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I’m trying to think of another cliché to add here for drama, but it alludes me. Feel free to add some cliché suggestions…
El coma, departmento guias? Nope. These are a series of fictional books sold in Mexico with a strong sense of style. Remind you of anything?
A recent trip to Dubai and Abu Dhabi was a lesson in style, as per this lovely Arabian woman whose bag complements her abaya so perfectly, it made me want to go out and purchase the whole ensemble. I didn’t… but it does make one realize that a good sense of fashion can come in all variety of dress and style
Somewhere towards the end of the last century, I was somewhere between my second and third decade. This was back in the day when, if my friends and I wanted to take a vacation, we just quit our jobs. There were no mortgages, children, pets or twitter to weigh us down, and one of us always seemed to have a working credit card.
During these years, my friend Amy and I would drive the 10 freeway east from Los Angeles heading to 29 Palms and Joshua Tree. There would usually be two stops along the way. First stop: Claremont, where we would check in at our friend Nick’s Cafe Trevi. After a little infusion, we’d get back on the road until we came to the super-sized metropolis of Cabazon—population 2,000 or so humans and 2 whopping dinosaurs.
Over the years, and many stops to pay homage to Dinny and Rex—Amy and I decided that if we ever had our own businesses (to note: we had probably just quit another job to take the trip we were on), we would name these businesses in honor of Cabazon.
Though the mythical Cabazon Films never came to pass, both Cabazon Design (my design studio) and Cabazon Books (the publishing entity for eat.shop) are actual functioning entities. Miraculous.