The difference between my life in Beverly Hills America & inner City Sydney Australia
The second instalment in my series in the differences between America & Australia (Americans & Australians) was spurred on by a recent end-of-year sleepover. With five teenage boys in the house the breakfast request was for pancakes.
“Damn, I don’t have eggs,” I said.
In Australia …
I would have sent the boys on their bikes or skateboards down the local corner shop to get said eggs. The boys would have got dressed and practically run out the door.
“Don’t forget to take the dog,” I’d yell at them, at which they’d promptly run back, grab the dog and the lead and continue racing out the door.
Some later they’d come home with eggs (and anything else I’d requested) and a treat for themselves. As payment. Works for them, works for me.
In America …
We live in the hills of Beverly Hills—down one hill is Beverly Hills “flats” (think the mansions and palm trees) and down the other hills is the “posh” part of the Valley, Sherman Oaks.
To “rush out” just to get eggs I need to hop in the car. (Yes it’s LA, everyone drives everywhere.) There’s no corner store to walk to. I have to go down one of my two hills to the closest “market” (which makes it sound really glamorous but it’s really just American for supermarket).
It’s not too bad, a drive down the hill to Sherman Oaks is around 10 minutes (out of traffic). Except couple that with the fact that you have to park, go in, get the eggs (it’s a big supermarket and the eggs are in the far back corner—good to know if you’re in Ralph’s Sherman Oaks and all you need is eggs), get back in the car and head back up the hill. That’s 30 minutes of my life I can’t get back all because I don’t have enough eggs. Yes, yes, I know I could have given them something else but it’s the holidays and they worked really hard to stay up all night what’s a sleepover without pancakes for breakfast???
I hate the fact that there is no corner store or local “market”. We had one at our local shopping centre it closed down now long after we got here. And even then I can’t send the kids there to go on their bikes, I still have to drive.
Flashback to Shanghai
In Shanghai our apartment was across the road from the international supermarket, CitiShop. The kids were a little too young to send over at the start but towards the end they could go themselves. Plus I didn’t have to get in my car and they had all the treats (like Tim Tams) I needed if I was feeling homesick. I just couldn’t look at the price.
I may be greeted with a smile and helpful “checkout chicks” here in the US but the kids going to the corner shop for me. Priceless.
xx It Started in LA xx
PS: It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t fess up to the fact that our corner store shut down shop since we left home. BUT there is another shop a little further down the road I can still send the kids to AND there’s a new mini Grocer (IGA) that’s opened close by that I can also send the kids to. Do yourselves a favour and support the local corner store, before you need to hop in the car to get bread and milk. Or eggs, don’t forget the eggs.
I’m starting a new series of differences between Australians & Americans prompted by today’s shopping experience. I’m not talking spelling or speaking but reactions and situations. Join in if you’ve got a story to tell.
Returns Bloomingdale’s style
I bought some candles for a friend whose birthday is coming up. I ordered them online (of course) and opted to pick them up in store because I wouldn’t receive them in time for her birthday dinner.
Cut to the chase I got the candles home and my daughter was snooping in the bag (she is obsessed with candles AND snooping!).
“Ew,” she screamed. “This candle has been lit.”
And sure enough it had. No sign of real lighting action but that wick was not white (or clear) it was black.
So I headed straight back to Bloomingdale’s the next morning so they didn’t suspect me of being the mysterious candle-lighter.
“Oh my god,” said the checkout chick (who is actually a bloke but then I couldn’t use the term ”checkout chick”), “that’s terrible. Ew. Let’s get you another one shall we?”
So off we went looking for the same product—but one that hadn’t been lit. Each time he passed someone who worked at the store he’d call out, “Hey Larry—or whatever their name was—look this poor lady got sent a candle that had been … (gasp) lit.”
“No way,” they’d reply in shock. “That’s terrible.”
It took us a while to find the same product but he looked up the stock and knew there were some somewhere. So off he went digging out the back to try to find more. And he did. And he sent me away a happy—albeit still shell-shocked—customer.
Returns Australia style
Let’s imagine how this might play out in Australia…
Me: “Hi, I bought these candles online and picked them up here yesterday but one of the candles seems to have been lit.”
Checkout chick (CC): “Oh,” glaring at me sizing me up to see if I hadn’t in fact lit the candle myself. “Do you have the receipt.”
Me: “Yes,” showing her the receipt.
CC: “And when did you say you bought them? Where from?
Me: Politely answer the question.
CC: “I’ll have to speak to someone about this, wait one minute please,” while walking up and whispering to her colleague both looking at me making me feel guilty like I deliberately lit that candle and took it back wanting a new one.
“OK, mam, this is an unusual situation. We won’t give you your money back we can only exchange and since the candle has already been lit then we can only exchange it for exactly the same product.”
Me: “Well that’s good because I want the candle, I got it home and found that it had been lit and it’s a gift and I really want to give them a brand new one, not one that’s been lit by someone else.
“Do you have anymore in stock? I couldn’t find them anywhere.”
CC: “I’m not sure you’ll have to look around and see if you can find another one.”
Me: “I’ve had a look around but can’t seem to see any. I only bought them online yesterday there should be more here somewhere shouldn’t there?”
CC: “You’ll have to wait while I serve this customer and maybe I can check stock for you. Or you might go back online and see if you can find some more.”
You get the picture? I love shopping here and not being treated guilty before being proved innocent. Plus the prices are better and it’s so convenient online!
Did you say Shopping in LA? Let’s face it, if you’re in LA you’re going to want to shop. The shopping here is pretty amazing and you can pretty much spend your whole time shopping if you’re that way inclined.
Strip shopping is great along Melrose Avenue (West Hollywood), Third Street (WeHo), Robertson (Beverly Hills) and of course there’s always Rodeo Drive. Westfield has come to America and revolutionised Mall shopping and with most of the malls outdoor you don’t have to sacrifice sun time–and don’t worry it “never rains in LA”.
So here it is a run-down of your shopping options. Whether you want to get it done quickly or randomly browse and enjoy all LA shopping has to offer, this post is for you.
Seen as a must-visit shopping destination in LA the Grove certainly gets busy. It’s easy to get to by Uber, taxi or car. If you drive be sure to check out for validations around the various stores. And if you want to get into the LA thing there’s Valet parking at The Grove. Do watch it though as validation is different for the Grove and the Farmer’s Market so watch where you park depending on what you’re after. (I usually park at the Farmer’s Market–if I’m lucky enough–especially if I’m going to pick up some fresh produce for dinner. I also found out that Nordstrom validates for The Grove parking so that’s a bonus).
LA’s idea of sightseeing: a shopping mall
Not only is it pretty but there are great places to eat and (of course) shop. There’s a massive H&M and you have to let curiosity get the better of you by visiting American Girl. For a complete shop/store listing click here.
After a multi-million dollar facelift and expansion Century City is making itself a must-do destination while shopping in LA. A Westfield Mall, it follows the recipe of destination shopping in Australia like Chatswood and Sydney City.
So convenient to Beverly Hills, West Hollywood and the westside there are great restaurants, good shops and very popular (you never know who you might spot).
Speaking of restaurants it has Shake Shack and our ultimate favourite from our Shanghai days, Din Tai Fung [shriek].
It has Macy’s, Bloomingdale’s AND Nordstrom’s, a HUGE Apple Store, Tesla (in case you want to buy a car) and high-end brands. It also has the usuals like Victoria’s Secret and Zara. More exciting for us Aussies is the Cotton On sighting as well as Typo. For a complete store listing click here.
And if that’s not enough Century City is very dog friendly.
If you’re staying in Santa Monica you really don’t want to drive up to LA to shop. And you don’t need to because there’s great shopping right where you are.
Check out Third Street Promenade–the famous pedestrian-only shopping strip with great brands and a great vibe. (I have to say I never shop down here because when you’re in Beverly Hills you don’t need to but it’s great shopping none-the-less).
Montana Avenue has upmarket boutiques and coffee shops but still offers a laid-back beach feel. If you’re in Santa Monica it’s well worth meandering along–you never know who you might spot.
And, for something a little more hip check out Main Street.
Like all people in Santa Monica, you’ll never have to leave :-).
At 45 minutes from Beverly Hills it’s a bit of a drive to Camarillo but I can tell you you won’t be disappointed. As far as outlet malls go this one is a beauty with some great brands and a decent place to shop. There’s everything from Kate Spade, Converse and Cotton On to BCBG Max Azria and Armani and Tori Burch.
Citadel outlets are just south of Downtown on the I5 and really convenient if you’re staying in Orange County (Disneyland or the beaches–there’s an Express Shuttle from select Anaheim Hotels) or LA.
The first time we went here we had a field day (and so does everyone else we bring). First stop for the Aussies Converse, Vans and Nike then you can branch out to H&M, American Eagle, Guess, Michael Kors, Banana Republic and Billabong. There are heaps of other shops too. If you’re out for bargains and have a big shopping list be prepared to take up most of your day.
It’s not bad people watching too just quietly–you get a better cross-section of LA than you do in Beverly Hills or West Hollywood.
LA doesn’t do mega malls like we have at home in Australia but Topanga is the exception to the rule. It’s not handy if you’re staying at the Beach but if you’re staying in Beverly Hills it’s pretty easy to get to. This mall is it has it all: Forever 21, Brandy Melville (not in very many Malls), Nordstrom, Macy’s, Neimen-Marcus, Henri Bendall, Bath & Body Works, Wet Seal–the list goes on. It’s a one-stop shop. Beware though you’ll need the day–there’s a lot to get through if you’re a thorough shopper, you might need to take advantage of its late-night trading.
I haven’t been a big fan of the Beverly Centre but I’m getting used to it. Like all the other malls it has good brands to choose from including New York’s Henri Bendel. It’s convenient and close to Melrose, Third Avenue and Beverly Connection across the road has Target and Nordstrom Rack if you don’t have time to hit the outlets but are looking for a bargain or two.
I just love Melrose Avenue. The best thing about it is keeps changing. It starts from being designer boutique paradise to vintage shopping paradise to grungier hipster shopping. There’s a lot to look at, great street art and great photo opps. Here’s a great site that details what’s on offer on Melrose. And while you’re there don’t forget to cover off Melrose Place. You might like to lunch at the Fig & Olive it’s great food & wine (and great olives and olive oil).
Robertson is another great street for people watching and high-end boutique shopping. Celebs and those in the know prefer to shop here than Rodeo Drive because it’s slightly less conspicuous. Having said that it’s where The Ivy is and there are tour buses that travel along this strip hoping to spot a celeb (I wonder if they ever do?! One time my son & I were coming out of The Ivy a tour bus came past and we waved to them, probably not the celebs they expected to see!)
Another great strip with groovy boutiques and great places to eat including the uber-popular star-spotting eatery Joan’s On Third.
You might notice I didn’t mention Rodeo Drive. It’s more of a sightseeing destination than a shopping destination–unless of course you have come with your Black Amex and are ready to do some damage. By all means head on down there and check it out. But if you’re that way try Beverly, just one street over. It has great shops and a little more kind to your credit card.
Universal Studios City Walk
If you’re really short on time there are actually a few good stops at Universal Studios City Walk. Of note are Abercrombie & Fitch and a huge Billabong shop. And there are a number of different restaurants to choose from if you’re exhausted from your long day there.
Getting around LA
It’s pretty hard to get around LA in anything other than a car. If you’re going to brave driving in LA drive fast and be decisive. Other than that here’s a post on driving in LA.
Have you heard of Uber? We love it and use it here all the time. Here’s a link to sign up (with a promo code for up to $30 off your first ride). Give it a go, you won’t regret it.
I’ve mentioned a couple of times now that we lived in China–Shanghai actually. I have such amazing memories of our nearly two years there despite it being a really tumultuous time. I wonder if you asked my close girlfriends back in Australia what they would say about my time in Shanghai.
I’m tripping down memory lane for two reasons today:
We spent a fun weekend catching up with dear friends from Shanghai last weekend in San Diego and naturally we took a great trip down memory lane (I’ll post a full report on San Diego)
One of my readers asked me to write about the not-so-good stuff about LA and how there are days when you go enough’s enough, I just want to throw in the towel and give it all up just to be back in the comfort zone of family and friends living a normal life.
It was so good to hang out with our neighbours from Shanghai. We lived in a fabulously salubrious apartment called Tomson Riviera–the most expensive apartments in Shanghai–it was ridiculously convenient to Super Brand Mall, another fabulous Mall, IFC, we had the Shangri-la and great restaurants but we still had a Blind massage and “local” amenities so we felt like we were in China and not some surreal world.
Home in Shanghai
Our neighbours lived in the apartment downstairs from us and they had to put up with our kids thudding up and down the hall like a herd of wild elephants. We would see each other most days–either in the morning at the gym or around 4:30 for Orange Blossoms or wine (or both–morning and afternoon that is not Orange Blossoms and wine but come to think of it yes to both). We would also schedule shopping days out or “Tomson Tours” as we liked to call it where a bunch of us from the apartment block would go out and explore areas (like a day trip to Expo) or factories and shops we’d heard about from other expats.
We were each others’ sounding boards, rocks but it was a great balance because we weren’t living out of each others’ pockets. Our kids (with some 10 years plus between them in ages) are pretty much carbon copies of one another in temperament and roles which cracks us up–especially our two youngest “princess” daughters.
Fast Forward three plus years and they’ve repatriated back to Seattle and we obviously moved back home and are now here. A lot has happened in both our lives since we moved back home but it was like no time at all had passed, we were just loving catching up and everything clicked back into place.
I wrote the other week about how Americans struggle to laugh at themselves but it was Sue who laughed at me moving to America where I would “never live” and now I have more than one American friend. It was Sue that had to listen to my ear-bashing of Americans and how Australians don’t really “do” Americans as a rule yet she was one of closest friends in Shanghai. And it was Sue that came to rescue when my princess was having one of her (very regular) tantrums–oh and of course to help with our many dress-up opportunities.
But it got me thinking about our time in Shanghai–and back to my reader’s feedback. Not once did our trip down memory lane touch on the bad bits about being there. We led the most glamorous lives and according to Mr H all I did was “shop, shop, shop” go to the gym (yes, I was a gym junkie) and eat at fabulous restaurants and jump the queue and get into great VIP bars inside the best Clubs in Shanghai. But living in China was also hard. There’s not enough time in this post to try to get you over the line to understand the daily drudgery but it was there. (Hmmmm maybe it’s time to publish that book after all.)
So why are trips down memory lane always so good? I don’t know much about psychology but I’m guessing that has a lot to do with it, that it’s in our best interests to remember the good bits and flush out the bad bits. We do remember some bad bits–and that’s how we grow as people but by and large we look back on life (hopefully) rather fondly.
Get me out of here
When we were in Shanghai I remember vividly wanting to go home. I think it took me eight months to get over. I loved it but I hated not having friends (despite of course having friends). The closing chapter of my book was all about the realisation when we left that I had friends the whole time. Good friends. But those friends played different roles in my life compared to my friends at home. I likened my time in Shanghai to The Wizard of Oz that, like Dorothy, I had what I needed the whole time: Dorothy needed to (ironically) get home to Oz and me, well I had friends.
Jump forward nearly four years in the future to today in a new country yet again. I have made some great friends here in such a short time. I’ve been welcomed and included and had lots of fun. Repeat after me: I have made friends, I have made great progress. There was a time not so long ago I may have forgotten this lesson though.
I was pretty miserable a couple of months ago. I announced to Mr H that I’d had enough, I wasn’t happy that the kids were missing out on the great things Australian private schools had to offer them and I wasn’t sure this is were we should raise our kids for an extended period. That was totally my “get me out of here–now” moment. I hadn’t shared it directly with you to put it quite as blunt as that but I had written about some challenges we were having, conflicts in ideology and questioning whether we fit in or not.
I missed the “anniversary” of us being here eight months. What a great sign that things are on the up-and-up again. Of course we fit in. The kids are getting a great experience going to school in a different country and (hello!) living amongst the rich and famous has (big-time) the fun element.
Coming back from holidays does that to you though–you get this spring in your step, a rejuvenation like you’re ready to kick on. I felt precisely the same way when we got back from our Spring Break in Wales. We used to call them “Get out of China” days you needed to regularly get out in order to come back in fresh. Maybe it’s the same wherever you are as an Expat?
And catching up with friends that get you also does that to you–recently having dear friends here from Australia and just his past weekend with our Shanghai-American friends. They’ve given me my confidence back that I’m doing ok.
Wherever you are you have your good days and your bad days–home, overseas, on holidays. However much money you have you have your good days and your bad days. No matter how successful you are you have your good days and your bad days. What I’m learning all over again is that, despite my fear and loathing of rollercoasters, that’s life. Hop on and enjoy the ride and essentially they’re the same wherever you go. OK, maybe some are bigger than others but the bigger the climb, the bigger the thrill.
I never expected to actually visit Las Vegas. Not necessarily because I didn’t want to or that it wasn’t on my bucketlist but that it wasn’t high enough on my bucket list for me to get there.
Moving to LA certainly changed that. When you live in LA you have no excuse (or reason) not to visit Vegas. Especially if your goal is to experience as much as you can of America.
I didn’t know how to tackle Vegas. Mr H has been there a few times for work and to see the Rugby World Sevens but it’s not exactly the type of place I expected to go for a family holiday. Until a friend suggested we join her and another friend for a long weekend. With our families. Off we go, no need to ask me twice!
What to do in Las Vegas
The thing about Vegas (that I didn’t expect) was how American it was yet totally un-American all at the same time. Let me explain. It’s so over the top with all the different resorts Vegas is definitely one of those #onlyinAmerica places. It’s crazy!
But at the same time as being American it is so un-American in that everyone walks around with an alcoholic drink in their hand. It is legal to carry & drink alcohol on the Strip. So everyone does it. It brings new meaning to the term “traveller”. And shops are making a killing from it. The rule seems to be: When-in-Vegas-you-must-buy-the-biggest-cocktail-you-can-and-bring-it-with-you-everywhere-you-go. Preferably in a huge Eiffel Tower-shaped see-through “glass” or another over-sized container. Either that or a beer.
I love a drink I’ve never made a secret of that but I have to say I wasn’t about to carry a huge daiquiri around with me. Especially with the kids. (Each to their own though).
Everyone can and does smoke. And Nevada is a gun-loving state so it’s easy to go one block off the Strip and get yourself a rifle (remember the Aussie swimmers who got themselves in hot water for posing with guns in a shop outside Vegas?). (I guess the gun thing is actually quite American but you don’t see gun shops off Rodeo Drive–only the gun safes in Costco!).
How Vegas has managed to capture the conference market, families, entertainers, casino owners, luxury brands and yogans (American bogans) all in one is beyond incredible. Vegas has managed to do what few places can’t–attract everyone. It’s lifestyles of the rich and famous meets bozo the hobo trailer trash yogan. With everyone in between. Fabulous.
We were in the lifts coming down from my friend’s 59th floor suite and in hops Mr-&-Mrs-to-be Yogan saying, “We’ve just got engaged!!” He must have splurged his life savings to get that room (it was the lift for all the suites) and they were going all out.
Upmarket shopping heaven
There’s literally something for everyone
Driving from LA
The drive from LA to Las Vegas is easy and scenic. It should only take about four hours but beware if there’s traffic that could double to eight and you’re stuck with no way to veer off course.
It’s wonderful for an Australian living on the West Coast to witness the change in landscape from the Canyons of LA to the vast desert of Nevada then be greeted by the uniqueness of the Strip that is Vegas. The desert was something else–it was greener than I expected. There were many Joshua Trees to make it interesting but there were also many green bushes. What made our day though was seeing the tumbleweeds dancing amongst the bushes and Joshua Trees. Picture perfect postcards straight from the movies. The only thing missing was Roadrunner (they are real you know).
While on the road the main thing that caught my attention were the groups of people clearly roadtripping. It’s hard not to generalise but there were lots of groups of boys (you know? around 21 or so clearly going to have a good time) but also lots of families. It wasn’t what I expected to see. There was something about the way everyone was driving that suggested (like us) there was excitement in the car at the thought that in the next couple of hours they’d be in Vegas.
Arriving in Vegas
Get off the freeway as soon as you’re entering Vegas so you drive down the Strip. It was such an exciting feeling pooping that roof down and feasting on all the sights and sounds Vegas has to offer. We toured up and back to get our bearings and to soak in the atmosphere (also a great way to quickly check it out without needing to soak your feet in the bath for hours).
Check out my Vegas tip later in the post about cruising the Strip in style.
Vegas as a family
Vegas is doable as a family but you have to know what you want to do and plan a little. For example when we arrived we went for a little wander and I wanted a pre-dinner drink and to give the kids a snack. 5:00 wasn’t a good time to get an outside table because they were keeping these for diners only yet the tables for drinks only was in the bar space which isn’t the best place for the kids. Not a great start but we were off and running. Thankfully mine are older now.
There’s lots to see. And do. Walking around and exploring the casinos is enough to fill your day. Beware, wear comfortable shoes, there’s a lot of walking to do. Do, however, think about what you’ll be doing and what you’ll be checking out. You might feel comfy in those white runners, socks and shorts but you might not feel (or make it to a best-dressed list) the same when you walk into Dior looking for your next outfit (or trying to look like you can afford said outfit).
Book a suite–or score an upgrade. Do your research as there are great deals out there. Carefully check room sizes.
Book a limo to take you around & cruise the Strip in style.
Book a Show. Or more than one Show. There are literally tons to choose from. And great acts with so much variety. There are seven Cirque du Soleil shows alone. Plus Britney Spears is playing at the moment.
Trip around the world. Start in Venice (the Venetian), head to Paris (Paris), Rome (Caesar’s Palace) & New York (New York New York). If you’re feeling up to it visit Egypt too (Luxor).
Go shopping. Window shopping if you can’t afford the many designer shops on offer or outlet shopping if you wanna be but can’t be. Don’t forget to visit the Ferrari dealer at the Wynn. Our taxi driver tells us it sells more Ferraris than any other dealer in the US.
Book restaurants ahead of time. There are many walk-ins in Vegas being the tourist town but the waits (especially for outside tables) can be atrocious. It’s easy to book beforehand so make your life easier by doing so.
Detour to the Outlet shops, there are heaps to choose from and slightly less tax than in LA.
Splurge a little: YOLO!
So what did the kids think of Vegas?
They thought it was good. They liked the different “countries” and things to do but they hated walking through the casinos to get there and the smell of smoke which was everywhere. It’s funny how not so long ago cigarette smoke was in the air in restaurants and indoor places yet take it away and you get used to clean air. Each casino is different though. They enjoyed the shows and being exposed to all Vegas has to offer but they’re a bit straighty-180 so couldn’t cope with it for too long. A long weekend is enough.
Last bit of advice: get in early to make good use of your first day (and beat the traffic) and save checking out nearby casinos til last. That way you can venture out on your full days, still look around on your last day and hopefully get away ahead of the traffic. No point ruining the moment by sitting in traffic on your way back to LA.
How is it that you can go off the rails with the easiest diet in the world? That’s a really good question and I wish I had the answer.
Actually I do have the answer. I keep forgetting to sprinkle. And it’s because I made a fatal mistake when buying “month two” on Amazon. As you may recall the idea behind Sensa is you change each month, this is to stop you getting used to the taste and your body being accustomed to it–in other words you’re supposed to keep losing weight.
I accidentally bought the “on-the-go” packets instead of the shakers (well I was pretty sure it wasn’t an accident but clearly in hindsight it was). You see there are “handy” “on-the-go” satchels that you take out but they’re not–they’re a pain in the backside (you know I’ve become localised because I didn’t say arse). It is so much easier to bring the sprinkle container with you and sprinkle on everything you eat rather than opening a little packet and getting it everywhere. Worse still they’re little so you can’t find it in your bag.
That pic is a little useless actually because it only shows how I could order the wrong thing not actually what the little packs are like but if you imagine a small sugar pack then you’re on the right track.
So my advice to you is don’t buy the little packets, sprinkle on everything and the world will be a better place. (And you’ll be miraculously skinny). I’ve hopped back onto Amazon bought what I should have bought in the first place and we’ll proceed as normal.
I also tried to contact the people at Sensa and let them know I was blogging my progress. Unfortunately they only replied about where to buy their product (they recommend their website which is more expensive than on Amazon) and ignored the bit about my blog. So I’ll have to continue un-sponsored.
Anyway here I am this week, not much of a change from last week I don’t think. Let’s hope next week sees me back on track.
Sensa Wk 5
Looking for a number? I’ve put on a kilo. Ouch! (I do think it can be put down to that time of the month rather than real weight gain so let’s see how we go next week.)
That’s right, I’m loving Trina Turk. And we’re not talking in a sexual way.
Founded in 1995 by Trina and her husband, photographer Jonathan Skow, as a women’s contemporary clothing line, Trina Turk has evolved into an iconic lifestyle brand, celebrating California style with eleven annual collections of chic women’s ready-to-wear and accessories, plus swimwear, recreation/activewear, a Mr Turk menswear line, and residential décor and textiles. Joining the lineup in 2014 will be innovative footwear, handbag and jewelry collections.
Her stuff is gorgeous and the prints that inspire her ranges are nothing short of stunning. Check out the gorgeous interior of her store (if you look carefully you can see me!).
Trina Turk’s Palm Springs store (shop!)
Don’t you love these macrame chairs that are featured in this post? Trina please, please, please can I have one???
I just want one so bad. I didn’t leave empty handed though, I love my my new vintage-inspired ice-bucket? It goes beautifully with my retro drinks trolley.
Don’t they look like they belong together??
Check out Tina Turk either virtually or find out if she has a shop near you. http://www.trinaturk.com/ (Tip: she doesn’t have one in Australia but she has a few around California. The Palm Springs store is the best though!)
Psst … Tell her I sent you and hopefully enough of you do so she notices me & puts me on her VIP list. LOL.