I'm in the Phoenix airport right now, on my way back from a photo shoot in Tucson. I like how that sort of makes me sound like a model. Alas, we were shooting a house, not me in my awesome bikini (look for the story in the July issue of Sunset!).Here's a little secret I'll let you in on: very few houses actually look like they look in magazines. They may be beautiful, well-decorated, impeccably tricked out, but they still don't look like they do in magazines. I know this because we just spent two days clearing all the unphotogenic stuff out of the house so we could shoot: Speakers? Out! Plants? Out! Art? Out! Personal photos? Out! As our style editor said, "It's all about editing," meaning it's all about getting rid of your personal effects and replacing them with our own, brand new and much better looking items. No junk mail, fridge magnets, pony tail holders on the bathroom sink. It's all fake. I just want you to know so you don't feel bad about yourself.
Still, it wouldn't kill you to dust every now and again.
Our style editor Miranda making everything pretty, pretty, pretty.
A thing I like
The Sonoran hot dog. People, are you ready for this? A hot dog, wrapped in bacon and served in a bun with pinto beans, tomatoes, mayo, mustard, guac, and cheese with a big cheese stuffed chile also wrapped in bacon on the side. They only have them in Tucson (and it can be assumed across the border in Sonora, Mexico.) I had my first one yesterday. And yes, it's a little gross. But in a completely delicious way. Take that, vegetarians!