When the Palm Trees Glow

April 25, 2017

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Novella Royale kimono
Cleobella crochet top
Moon River pants
Quay sunglasses
Miista shoes
Les Neiredes earrings
Luiny rings
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Hello Tuesday. My Monday was started off busily with emails and back to back content shoots that already I’m swept back into the groove of things. And thank goodness I’m back in the groove. There is A LOT to do this week. My calendar is bursting at the seems, but it leaves me feeling so accomplished to check things off my list throughout the day. Luckily, at the same time, I still have not at all lost my Palm Springs groove. So much reminiscing going on in the back of my mind from those much warmer desert days. It’s pretty dramatic how much my perspective of this hot, hot city has changed since I was a kid. My parents use to take Natalie and I on family road trips on the weekend to Palm Springs, and I always abhorred the idea. The drive was long, the ride was cramped, Nat was annoying the heck out of me in the backseat, and once we got there, all there was to see was open space, lots of tan colored buildings, fast food and elderly people walking around and sitting in the casinos. It didn’t excite me in the least. I just remember only complaining of the heat and wanting to go home every time we went. Oh man, did my parents have to put up with a whole heck of a lot with me during my childhood. Apparently back then, I didn’t have an appreciation for architectural design or the vividness that could be painted in ones mind because of an abundance of open space. I guess I didn’t notice how the palm trees glowed against the sunset peaking from behind the mountains. Or that many doors were orange or trimmed with turquoise. My childhood eyes must have missed those things. But someway, somehow, as I got older, they became things I lusted over and found beauty in. Maybe it just took a little time to grow to love the desert for the simpleness of what it is. It’s elements and tonal range all very compact. When you get older, simple starts to feel a whole lot suitable. And one finally recognizes the worth of things as time goes on . . . it all gets better with age. For me, Palm Springs got better with age. It’s a place that is old but today feel’s fresh. It’s a place where I feel the need to throw a kimono on that matches the sunsets. Where I can drive with the window down and be fine with just the sound of the wind. Dip my toes in the pool first thing in the morning even before a cup of coffee. Where the past feels modern, and I’m inspired to pull creativity from what came before. Palm Springs, you are the greatest escape. Be back soon again I hope 🙂

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