For the jewelry party this weekend I served the ladies different tarts from this place in West Hollywood called Fruute.
This really beautiful hippie chick was waiting for us bright and early Saturday morning right as they opened with our boxes in hand. The shop is artsy fartsy minimalist and the tarts themselves are divine.
I tried the three berries which was heaven in sweet tiny splendor. The girls were timid picking those bad bitties up, but once they started they disappeared fast.
I think every woman needs a day of sweet treat spoils. There's something in our blood that demands a good treat, mani, pedi and chat.
Those are my thoughts anyways...
Love honoring my estrogen folks!