Last week, we started our West Coast travels in Los Angeles. Adam and I spent almost 2 years living in LA so we were excited to get back and visit some of our old favorite spots – but needed a home base. Somewhere that was convenient to hopping between friends’ places in Culver City, morning trips to the beach in Santa Monica, a cruise through downtown and shopping in Beverly Hills (if you’ve ever been to LA you know that traffic is a beast and finding a central location between all of these places feels like mission impossible). But then there was the Carlyle Inn Beverly Hills. One look at the bold outdoor stripes and luxe interiors and we knew we’d found just the place.
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If I was going to attend Coachella, this is what I’d wear. Instead though – we went to Palm Springs a week before the floral crown wearing crowds descended for the trendiest music festival of the year, because frankly all those crowds and all that fanfare freak me out. So this is about as festival style as it gets for me.
Honey, I’m home! One of the things I was most looking forward to about Palm Springs was scoping some of their famous mid century mod homes. Known for their one story ranch style, minimal lines and bright pops of color the houses here feel like nothing I’ve seen anywhere else. So naturally.. I dressed to match.
I’m one of those rare people who loves packing for a trip. From the moment I book those flights I start mentally putting things in my suitcase. A week before the trip and I’ve got small piles everywhere in our apartment of potential outfits, just ready and waiting to hit the road with me. This black and white palm print maxi dress was one of the first pieces I had set aside for Palm Springs. And it turned out just as perfect as it was in my suitcase dreams.
If you’ve been reading The Steele Maiden for a very long time than you know that 5 years ago Adam and I packed up his car, drove cross country and landed on the West Coast for a year and a half in the sun. So this trip back was a sweet little trip down memory lane. One of the closest beaches to where we lived was Santa Monica and we spent lots of days and nights on this particular stretch of sand.