Light Travel

Things have been rather frenzied around these parts. I was in Los Angeles this weekend to visit my doctor, see my beau's art show, and go shopping with my mom. This on top of that magical time of the semester when teachers realize they've assigned you thousands of pages of reading, but something like one paper, so they must pile on three more papers in the last six weeks.

Death disease mayhem pizza.

 I wore a vintage red suede sheath dress (that I recently shortened–I can't help it), and trusty ankle boots to run around Silverlake with my mom and grandma. Together we are tres generaciones.

I picked up way too much stuff from Painted Bird. I had a great experience selling things to the San Francisco location, and nearly cleaned out the Los Angeles location. The selection is pretty quirky and the prices are noticeably more reasonable than other vintage stores in both areas. The owner, Sunny, is very sweet and fun as well.

But that is for another time. Right now I'm composing and Ode to Cheeseburgers. In my brain.