Sometimes I feel like no one understands me. I am an aesthetically active progressively moneyed activist artistic hipster-prep. I don’t love to eat, but I love the packaging that things come in. I am drawn towards bright colors, but they shouldn’t be too bright for I am not a child(no matter what my parents and Hammy say)! I prefer my food organic and locally sourced, but I don’t particularly know what organic means or where “local” is- after all everywhere is local somewhere, you know what I mean?
As an acutely aesthetically sensitive person, colors are of primary importance to me. I am unable to wear sunglasses because the muted tones scare me(plus I have the head circumference of a five year old-thanks aristocratic genes!) and for many years lived on a diet of Easter M&M’s and Gatorade, because the pastel colors of the chocolates soothed me and the electric colors of the electrolyte-enhanced drink electrified me(alliteration!).
Hello, Peaches! Sorry if I’ve been a little absent the last couple of weeks. The truth is, I haven’t been sleeping much. It all started on a particularly hot Sunday afternoon, when I decided to have Kristine and Hall over for a delicious dinner of homemade pizza. Thankfully I had read Gwyneth Paltrow’s blog,goop, where she discusses the importance of a putting a wood burning oven in the backyard. She actually describes this as one of the best things she has ever done. Obviously Sliding Doors is the best thing she has ever done, but every woman is entitled to a little exaggeration. Anyways, thank Goddess for goop, otherwise I would have been lost and just ordered something from Dominos and we would all be fat.
Don’t ask me how I got a wood burning oven on the balcony of my one bedroom apartment. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was the look on Hall’s face when she took a bite of pizza. Her delicate forehead furrowed and she pursed her lips. “What?” I cried. “No good?” I watched Kristine take a bite and have the same reaction. “Something about this pizza just isn’t right,” she explained.
In 1974, conceptual artist Judy Chicago created her seminal, girl-power instillation “The Dinner Party.” A giant banquet table was laid out with thirty-nine hand-made, individualized place settings for women that rocked, like man-eater Eleanor of Aquitaine and romantic Emily Dickinson. The only problem? These ladies are a tad too intellectual for my taste (a chat with Hildegard of Bingen or the “Primordial Goddess”? No thanks.) and also…they are all dead.
I really love the idea of women who I admire getting together to eat, drink and inspire me. So here are my top 7 modern day lady heroes, whose guidance and blogs I could not live without.
I just love summer entertaining. The warm months create a fabulous opportunity to enjoy gorgeous LA sunsets (thanks, fine-particulate pollution!), picnic-style finger foods and copious quantities of chilled dessert wine. Another moscato, please, barkeep, and go heavy on the pour—I’m not driving! (Unless the guy I went on a date with last night texts me, bien sur; everyone knows it’s not illegal when it’s in the service of l-o-v-e.)
Creating your own summer soirée is easy once you pin down the key elements, including your outfit, your atmosphere and what you plan to serve. Below is my formula for a truly gracious al fresco evening. Let it inspire you to new heights in hostessing glory!