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Every November, I bust out a couple of recipes that I only make once a year—my pumpkin cookies, and my pumpkin pancakes. Jade loves them both so much that he looks forward to me making them all month long.

Three years ago, we arrived in Irvine, California, knowing nothing about Orange County, other than what I’d seen on that Housewives show. I expected to find droves of women with pronounced plastic surgery, caked on makeup, fake lashes and expensive (slightly tacky) clothing. I also looked forward to, namely, the weather and the beaches.

There are a lot of things I love about Southern California — access to gorgeous beaches, great shopping, the most amazing farmer’s markets and fresh produce. But the thing I’m reminded of most often is how gorgeous the flora is here. I officially love Southern California flowers.

I was invited to try out a new fitness studio called the Haute Room. I agreed to review the class and the Haute Room is giving one lucky reader 5 free classes! The opinions in the review are completely my own.

I can’t believe it’s already been a year (tomorrow) since we started Posh In Progress. I started the blog as a way for me to share my current fashion obsessions, experiences as a new mom, and my favorite recipes.

Jem, with cheap plastic mask and outfit, was my favorite Halloween costume when I was like 5 or 6. I’ve retired my plastic mask and costume, but I still love the idea of a grownup way to celebrate Halloween.

The J. Crew return policy is awesome! A retailer’s customer service is measured when a purchased item breaks or you have trouble locating an item.

The taxi driver failed to realize that 83rd was one way, so we had him drop us off at the corner and decided to hoof it the half block to Nicole’s Upper East Side apartment.

Each morning, as I walk into work, I have to dodge snails as they slowly move across the stone block path toward the greenery that flanks the patio. I’ll admit that I used to find them an annoyance. Many of them would meet an unfortunate end, crushed – accidentally, I hope – by other passers-by.