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I haven’t been to Palm Springs since I was a kid and I barely remember anything about it. It was entirely Adam’s idea to go and with my parents help (Thank you Mom & Dad!) we scored a fabulous suite at an old famous 1960’s resort. We feel like we’re¬†walking¬†around on the set of Mad Men except that instead of Don and Betty Draper it’s Grandpa and Granny Draper. I swear, we are the youngest people here by at least forty years.


Neither Adam nor I were alive in the 1960’s so we don’t really know what we’re talking about, but it seems to us that Palm Springs, at least the section we’re staying in, is a perfectly preserved 1960’s suburb. I am in absolute vintage heaven. Today, after a relaxing yoga practice, sunbathing, and a quick dip in the pool, we went downtown to shop. We found this enormous pawn shop stuffed to brimming with all kinds of treasures. I bought a pair of really cool 1940’s salt & pepper shakers and a trivet that someone bought in Tel Aviv in 1981. How do I know? Because they wrote it on the bottom! I cannot wait to show them to you.


It’s like stepping into Stepford – impossibly perfect.


I can’t speak for Adam but this is the best birthday week I’ve ever had and it’s not even my birthday!