At the beginning of March, to celebrate the last days of Christina's singledom, we (sisters and friends) rendezvoused in the desert mecca of Palm Springs for a weekend of relaxation, poolside cocktails, yoga, food, and girl time.
We rented a
midcentury house for the weekend and succeeded in keeping the shenanigans a secret from Miss Chris until the moment of her arrival. (Francis, ze fiance, actually photoshopped a fake hotel reservation and drove our pawn right to the house under the guise of a self-guided architecture tour. Brilliant!)
I was much too busy doing nothing to be doing something like taking pictures, so here's a barebones account of our time in PS. Deal.
Allie, in from AZ, helping with preparations (plus Mom's orchid).
Approaching dusk in PS, and the stylish house across the street.
Phoebe, entryway.
Poolside, firepit
Pagoda and mountain view
A trip to the renowned
Parker Hotel
Starting Sunday morning right
The crew
Walking around downtown Palm Springs
Aaaand a necessary trip to In-n-Out on the way home.
A pretty fine weekend, indeed. Mention must be given to Mom, party planner extraordinaire, whose dessert spread and thoughtful gift bags dazzled our senses and made for a proper party. 'Twas a hit! We should do this more often...
