This was my Valentine’s Day. Because I do not have a date this year, and phew – because boys are COMPLICATED!, my mother took me shopping to F21 and Barney’s. Here was our day:

Stop 1: Coffee! We go to Tuescher in Beverly Hills almost every day. The owner Aviva, is my friend Marc Covitz’ mom. Look at all their pretty truffles and chocolates for Valentine’s Day!

Stop 2: Breakfast! So, our favorite place to go for breakfast in BH is the Brighton Way cafe. There is a girl there with pretty eye make-up and she always remembers my order – the Farm Scrable – no toast please.

Stop 3: Barney’s via Camden Drive so we can look in the windows at Christie’s and Francis Or, they are closed on Sundays. Our gym, the Sports Club is across the street, but it’s our day off. William Morris Endavor is right above. Hi Ari!

So, here is the good news. Chanel made an eyebrow compact I got in Paris 15 years ago. It was discontinued for EVER and was recently phased back in. Barney’s had one on display! The bad news was that they are chronically back-ordered. They called San Fransisco, were people don’t care as much about their eyebrows, and ordered one to come our house. Here is my current compact from the original Sephora in Paris. And the one I got delivered from Barneys a few days later.

We then debated Louboutin shoes and Balenciaga motorcycle bags. This is an on-going discussion. I think Louboutin shoes are very attractive most are sexy. The red soles are a great trademark and so on and so forth. However. I have a problem with the background v. price ratio. Now, let’s say you have a historically haute haute fashion house that has been around forever and does exquisite work. Ok, charge whatever you want. But take a designer who started designing stripper shoes – thus the built-in platform – thwenty years and was really only plucked from obscuirity with the popularization of stripping and burlesque, well. I just don’t see the $800 and up price tag. I can’t do it. Now they are pretty and sexy so I would be willing to buy them off someone else, if they were in good shape, at a lower cost. But the retail price. I just don’t think it will ever happen. I have a simular problem with the motorcycle bag – quite possible the coolest bag ever assembled. The motorcycle bag was the it bag – how many years ago? But I am still soooo obsessed. If I could buy a slightly used one I would do it in a second, but spending money on an it bag really is only for those girls that have a collection or plan to turn them around to subsidize the cost – and at this point – it is simply too late. Like, years too late. Like investing in Goldman Sacks too late. My mom always says – it’s gorgeous don’t worry about the trend. And I say but they aren’t even as good now – which they are not – and then I say we should buy an older one on ebay and then she says – but you don’t want one used, etc. etc.

Onward to F21. While driving out of Beverly Hills, we saw three noteworthy things:

1. A very cute boy standing on the corner with a sign that read: “I am not homeless, but I do need a date for Valentine’s Day.

2. A blimp. I looooove blimps. You can take on between here and San Diego instead of RISKING your life in and out of trains, planes, and freeways and it’s less than a helicopter.

3. A guerilla concept fashion show on foot for a clothing line called Hatmosphere that featured the designer and ten models using Rodeo Drive and the park on Santa Monica as their own personal catwalk. This is just about the best idea I had seen for viral marketing since ceral starting adding free toys to the box. Zero production cost, Zero space cost, Zero PR, Marketing, Invitation cost. The only fees were the models time, hair and make-up. A mob of curious tourist and various photographers trailed the mobile catwalk taking pics. The done-up tribe in circus-esque couture stopped to pose in groups, with tourists and in front of Beverly Hills landmarks for people to snap their pics. I got a closer look at and got the deets:

Once at the Beverly Center, we made a detour through Loheman’s, got like severely nausicated by a few customers and left right away. Once at the B Center, we got Pinkberry pomegranite (out of original! wha!!), and did the usual run by F21 and XXi.

My surrogate sister growing up is getting married today in Flordia. I have been hoping to find something she might like a little gift. I found a little bunny ring I hope she will like – we both shared a major bunny fetish when we were young. I had about 15 over ten years and she had one from a boyfriend who was also my brother’s best friend. I also got her a little elephant, trunk up!

On my way up the Beverly Center escalators I noticed something amiss in the Hollywood Hills. The sign did not look correct to me … even from 10 miles away – it looked funky. I took some pics and saw through my uber zoom lens that it said “Save the Peak”. I immediately got my best people on the story and reminised to my younger years when I climbed the Hollywood sign with my friend from my boarding school when she came to visit. Let me just tell you – not only is it illegal – it’s really not pleasant, easy, fun or fulfilling. By the time you get all the way up there, the letters are so big, you are really just standing in bushes towering above you – you can’t see the sign, you can’t see the view. It’s dangerous, dirty, there’s no where to sit and chill. It’s crazy windy so you can’t smoke anything. And then there are these police horns that tell you turn around and leave every 20 seconds. Just not pleasant. See photos and watch my home movie here and skip the trip:

Then my mom took my for new bbbles for my bubble bath at Whole Foods.

Then I discovered YELLOW carrots! So much for my parrot joke. *(“What’s orange and sounds like a parot?”)

For dinner later I had my favorite thing to eat – sprouts. One container makes a whole salad – just tip it upside down and add oil, vinegar and salt.