This past week, I did something truly radical. I put down the needle and thread...
...and ventured out into the world of the living. And what a crazy and glamorous world it was.
The annual design event known as "Westweek" had descended upon Los Angeles, and a flurry of designers, bloggers, editors and executives were shopping, cavorting, and networking with an energy that seemed to invigorate the entire town.
(Max Beckmann, "Paris Society", 1931)
It's still a bit of a blur, but I'll try to recount as best I can.
There was dinner at the Chateau Marmont with the captivating Heather Clawson of Habitually Chic and too-amusing-for-words Christian May of Maison 21 which consisted mainly of peals of laughter and glasses of Prosecco.
There was a chic cocktail party at Almont Yard hosted by One Kings Lane where I met founder Ali Pincus, designer Nathan Turner, blogger Katie-d-i-d and visionaire Sean O'Mara of Royal Apothic. It ended up being one of those nights where you tell yourself you'll leave in twenty more minutes, and then suddenly it's almost midnight and you have to get up in six hours.
(photo via Velvet and Linen)
There was a keynote panel at the Pacific Design Center that was well-represented by stellar bloggers Ronda Carman of All the Best, Brad Ford of DesignTherapy and Vanessa De Vargas of Turquoise LA.
There was breakfast at Cecconi's with Patricia Shackelford aka Mrs. Blandings, who arrived wearing a sleeveless Liberty dress from Target that clung to her like couture.
(Photo via Apartment Therapy)
There would have been more to tell but by that point, I had all the symptoms of "Westweek Fever", a well-known malady caused by overindulgence, sleeplessness and vocal fatigue. The only known cure for this affliction consists of lying prostrate on one's sofa like a Victorian invalid...
...and confining oneself to bad television...
...and a strict diet of proven restoratives.
I'm feeling much better now.