Open Garden

Cardigan, Mossimo. Sundress, Body Central. Faux feather earrings, Ali’s Boutique. Sandals, Etienne Aigner. Bag (not worn here), Nine West.




My own garden (and garden blog) is sadly neglected, but that of my friends, the Dukes, is a carefully tended wonderland. I was honored to be invited to view it for the second time, during their annual Open Garden. Last year, I spent over an hour photographing the plantings and garden whimsy. This year, Mike accompanied me, so I left the camera at home, lest I be tempted to abandon all sense of time in another attempt to capture the garden’s magic.



These silver and gold sandals are as close as I’ll ever come to gladiator sandals again. I had a pair last time they were popular, in the early 90’s. I remember buying them at Kmart, on our way down to a vacation in Disneyland, when I was 15. They were black and zipped up the back. Unlike their reputation (“Kmart fall-apart”), they lasted long enough to thoroughly tire me of the trend. This photo is from April of 1991:


My hideous black gladiator sandals and white short-alls. The dog is our beloved family pet, Portia.