Just got back from a RELAXING trip down to Santa Barbara, where we swirled on the beach with Vito, my Dad made divine thin-crusted pizzas and we cuddled with books and movies. It was lovely. There's something so magical about spending time with my parents, we slip into a nice routine where food and dog walks are the main focus, with cups of coffee and games of cards to round out other hours.

Where did this new sweater come from? My Dad, my favorite stylist who finds all my coolest clothes for me at the beach on his morning walk (then washes when he gets home and mails them up!), found this jazzy stripey at a garage sale.