Francis lured me to Palm Springs under the guise of a relaxing weekend for two. But no! After a day of innocently exploring the desert, we arrived to the final house of a clever little midcentury modern house tour Francis probably made up where I was greeted by three silhouettes that looked strangely like my three ragamuffin sisters. But that can't be..two of them live out of state....BAM! It was.
The conspirators (and their ringleader) rented an adorable midcentury modern house for the weekend and filled it with enough food for an army and every kind of alcohol known to man. I think a Bev Mo, somewhere, was cleaned out. Swimming, hot tubbing, lounging, yoga, drinking, eating, and merriment ensued. It was the best. weekend. ever.
THANK YOU to you crazy ladies that helped make my bachelorette party uhMAZing. That includes you, Mom.
{just innocently enjoying a stroll around the Sunnylands Gardens}
{marble sculpture of love}
And then................
{crazy b*tches and I love them for it}
{it takes skill and class to hang onto one's drink in these situations. nailed it.}
{an appropriately titled coffee table book}
{obviously no desert party is complete without a Mickey Mouse lava lamp. That's common knowledge}
{Saturday morning outdoor yoga. Thanks, Mom!}
{sunning}
{possibly about to sneeze}
