This weekend Drew and I adventured out into the vast unknown of the greater Los Angles area to do some exploring.
Saturday morning we met a friend for breakfast in Santa Monica (an area we know [decently well] and love) which was wonderful. Seeing a familier face was just what the doctor ordered for our homesick blues. After much needed conversation and several cups of coffee, we parted ways and headed down to Venice Beach. We have been to Venice before, but haven’t really explored, so this time we opted to do a little pop in shopping; like window shopping but done inside the stores… you look, adore, swoon even, but resist purchase, this is also known as torcher.
Bountiful on Abbot Kinney ended up being our one exception to the no-purchase rule of the day. The store has the most terrifying and wonderful air about it, due to the glass cake stands that are stacked floor to ceiling. They look as though they could crash down, in an array of candy colored pieces if even the slightest of breezes were to blow through.
While heading back to our car from all of our “shopping” I noticed a stack of vintage soda crates in the shops door way. Drew and I had just been talking about how we want one for a solid piece of home decore (I am thinking cloth napkin storage) and they were a steal, so how could we resist!
The rest of the day was spent in a beautiful park in down town LA for a picnic and then coffee at Fix in Echo Park to pick us up from that “3 O’Clock feeling”. All in all, it was a well rounded Saturday.
The next morning we awoke with anticipation for the day ahead. We started by heading to theMelrose Trading Post, a flea market that is held right off the most infamous of roads every single sunday. It was hotter than balls but throngs of people had gathered on the black top to riffle through all of the peddlers wares. Booth after booth stacked with home goods, jewelry, clothing, a gazillion shoes, all of the stuff from your grandmothers basement and then some. New, used, vintage, antique, collectable, designer, crafted, or repurposed, there was no lack for selection or variety.
In the end we were both so incredibly overwhelmed by it all that we decided to get out of dodge. However, that was not before I spotted this beauty:
Nothing crazy, but after spending time at the ACE Hotel, that worn Mexican throw ascetic has won me over and I had to have it (it will be draped lovingly over the end of our bed until I can afford a Moroccan Wedding Blanket [Sigh]).
After leaving the mass chaos for the much calmer sleepy sunday sidewalks of Melrose we realized our heat exhaustion and dehydration had hidden the fact that we were entirely to hangry to go on. Lunch, then Coffee at Handsome Coffee were in order. Followed by trying to figure out the most daunting of prospects- where do we want to move to next?!
Do you have any idea how terrifying house hunting in LA is when you aren’t from LA!?
Hours later, after scowering the Arts District, Little Tokyo, and Echo Park, we decided to check one last place. Our hearts calmed and pulses slowed as we pulled into Silver Lake. “We could live here” was our immediate response. There were people… real looking people, out walking, running, and taking their pups to the dog park.
Meca? Maybe not, but I am hoping we soon call it home.