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The Scene

More June in January today. It was 80 degrees in the shade by noon. Bananas. Mr. Diabolina suggested enjoying the sunshine with our first foray to Runyon Canyon. Since we aren't in "The Industry", don't work part time or own a dog and aren't single, Mr. D and I had never "done" Runyon until today.

Background: Runyon is about as L.A. as it gets. Picture 160 acres of beautiful, glistening people - some doing yoga, others hiking with their dogs, most of them concerned about seeing and being seen. Not exactly our fave kinda scene.

Very glad we got over ourselves and just experienced the magnificent views today while getting a little cardio. Even if we had to endure all those pesky scenesters.

They were almost as tough to take as the punishingly steep inclines. My jiggly wiggly ass was dying within 20 minutes.

Felt tres proud when we discovered we'd managed to climb up to the highest peak from the lowest point of the park.

Definitely earned the delish lunch that followed: a California Chicken Cafe wrap with lots and lots of salsa and a side of Vogue. Heaven.

After a day of football and sunbathing, Mr. D and I went against our better judgment, followed the critics' advice and watched Gran Torino. Have no words for the awfulness.

Left the theater and beelined for some dessert to try to end the night on a sweet note. Nothing like a polar bear cookie to assuage a pissed polar bear.

The Outfit

BCBG leather jacket

Kokomo Hello Kitty tee

J Brand jeans

The Accessories

Ray Bans

Chanel bag

Marc by Marc Jacobs shoes

The Grade

H for Hello Kitty Hot

The Commentary

Today's evening look was as schizophrenic as the weather.

Mixed edgy

With adorable

Jean Bean gave me this tee last month during our trip to New York. Loves her. She knows I am a sucker for French speaking Japanese cats.










Adoring how matchy matchy the outfit ended up. White and blue Marc shoes with the blue and white Kitty tee. Especially loved the matching bow action.







Big bold bows were all over the Spring runway. Love the playfulness of a bow. And that it can either read feminine or masculine depending on the placement on a garment. Endless possibilities. Though here's an important distinction:

A dramatic bow on a stunning dress: a J Lo Do.




A bow fashioned with your "own" hair: a Gaga Don't.