Katie Schwartz

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Right? For once my people ain't takin' the heat. Thanks for sending, Lewch .

While driving through BH yesterday, my sister and I passed a movie theatre known for great indie flicks. Oh. But, not on this day, children. On this day, they were playing Beverly Hills Chihuahua . The line of two-legged and Chihuahua patrons wrapped around the corner. I have never seen dogs so gussied up for an event in my life. It was so red carpet, I almost felt bad for the dogs having to meander on cement. Some were in ball gowns, others wore skirts and midriffs. A few had themed ensembles, military and Barbie. My fave were the Juicy dogs. The shame of it. The majority of the mini-hellnines were on leashes, while others were in strollers. Strollers? I shouldn't judge, I know. Beverly Hills was a caricature of itself today, though, it was all just too much and too funny. Another very LAzee mo was when my sister was telling me about a conversation she had the other day with an acquaintance. The acquaintance mentioned that her mother's friend married an insanely wealthy man an...

I finally got the chairs I wanted on Craigslist. OddChairBoy delivered two of the most divine 100-year-old chairs evah on Saturday afternoon. I got both chairs for 60 duckets, isn't that amazing?! I was plotzarella, too. I've always been so wildly in love with these chairs. They were so far out of my price range though, that I couldn't swing'em. I wonder how many asses sat on these chairs in the past hundy years, what decisions they made, how many of those tooh-chai were happy, how many hearts were broken, how many people laughed, wrote, spun a few verbal yarns. Perhaps that's why I adore vinty tchoch as much as I do. I like to imagine the history of each piece. Schwartzy is out to run errands and bust a few chops along the way. Have a beautiful Sunday, dollies. PS: Moon River (my favorite song) just popped on the pod. Bliss.