Disco Attire

I’m working on finishing my new novel, The Incompatibles, which is set where I live in Los Gatos, California, a character in and of itself. I still consider myself a city girl, and Los Gatos feels like the country in many ways, with the cute folksy town with its dusty antique shops, pink toes from grape stomping parties, the post office just off Main Street, where you run into everyone, and all the wild animals—except this is Silicon Valley and there’s a Lamborghini shop and a restaurant called Manresa, which has two Michelin stars. Los Gatos has been called “The Aspen of California,” though I’d say Woodside 40 miles north should have that honor—it’s right next door to the venture capitalists on Sandhill Road and it’s not uncommon in Woodside to have both a barn and a helicopter pad. Los Gatos is pretty casual—a lot of the Santa Cruz bohemian comes over the hill, and a lot of people like to wear workout and surf clothes all day. Personally, I’m sort of liking the 70s revival clothing. Disco pants and chunky jewelry. Check out this funky abalone thing I’m wearing around my neck. I wanted to wear it this summer with a slouchy black dress and gladiator sandals, but it rained cats and dogs all June. At times, a little disco is more fun than workout casual. (A little goes a long way, too—John hates disco.) Even though I’m all by myself writing, hiding in my cubby, and no one ever sees it.