Purple and the Pup

I spy with my tiny eye something black (and dontcha just love the flipped-back ear?)

We had a laid-back long weekend filled with of lots of chores, flea markets, and TV marathons. It also just so happens that, on Saturday night, my husband and I went to our first real Hollywood party – by this I’m referring to the kind of event that’s spent standing in uncomfortable shoes by a stranger’s hilltop pool, while everyone around you talks about the famous movie actors with whom they have close, personal relationships. We were at the party to visit with some dear childhood friends, so we just let any poser-ish talk roll off our backs and even laughed at it, but I couldn’t help thanking my lucky stars that our time thus far in Los Angeles has been populated by far more genuine people than fame chasers. This is to say: in a city renowned for its plasticity, we’re so fortunate to know people who value time spent laughing on porches of the non-rich-and-famous over near brushes with stardom. When we awoke the next morning to find our pup lounging amidst a lush upcropping of purple flowers in our yard, I couldn’t help thinking that this was a timely reminder from the universe that life is all abut the simple stuff. I hope you enjoy a few of the photos my sweet and I managed to snap while hiding out in our purple shrubs, savoring silliness and simplicity…

Claude’s legendary pensive look

Damn, he eventually noticed us spying on him and gave us quite the stare down

Psst: How did you spend your Labor Day weekend? Do you now feel as if a new year is beginning? (I, for one, feel like I’m a giddy, nervous, yet slightly mournful kid about to kiss the summer goodbye and start a fall semester of school, despite the fact that there are no classes anywhere in my future. I guess old habits die hard.) What say you? Leave a comment.

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