|thrifted blouse + skirt // vintage box purse // asos shoes + shades // jacket, gift from mister|
Things are kicking into high gear with trying to transition my life from Oakland back to Los Angeles. There's still a few weeks to go, but the mister and I seem to be in SoCal every other weekend doing apartment / job-hunting business and whatnot. We always stay with my parents in Whitter, about 20 miles east of LA. It's where I grew up, and of course it was boring and stupid and soon as anyone got their driving permit, we drove to Los Angeles at every possible chance.
I still believe that "planned suburban centers" are nightmarishly sterile, but Whittier is actually a very old town. I'm warmed to the charms of suburbia whenever I go back—ample free parking, thrift stores with actual thrift-store prices, ease of traffic, diminished opportunities to get groped by a transient—these are all wonderful things. And where else could a business called Morrissey's Catholic Gifts, a business dedicated solely to the fine literature and ceramic paraphernalia of that hallowed religion, maintain a storefront of such ample square footage? I've been driving by this place for years. The sign itself has become an icon to me. Morrissey's was unfortunately closed when we stopped by, but the pilgrimage has been documented for future generations.
(p.s. My hair turned out pretty nice, n'est pas?)