Random things about me
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Name one person who made you laugh last night? My husband
What were you doing at 8:00 PM? Returning from a quick dinner/grocery trip to Whole Foods
What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Speaking to an American Airlines agent trying to upgrade us using miles for our trip to Italy this summer
What happened to you in 2006? 2006??? Jeez. I got engaged. I got certified to teach yoga. I took some an online writing class. I got promoted. I started to plan a wedding. I moved from an apartment to a house. I went to Mexico with friends. I grew up a little.
What was the last thing you said out loud? I don't get it.
How many beverages did you have today? 2 bottles of water, 1 cup of english breakfast tea with whole milk and sugar, and I will definitely be having a glass of vino later this evening
What color is your hairbrush? both of my round brushes have cork handles with black bristles.
What was the last thing you paid for? a cup of tomato basil soup
Where were you last night? at home, then Whole Foods, then home with husband and 2 friends watching Deal or No Deal and trying to figure out the banker's strategy
What color is your front door? a lovely blue that's not too bright
Where do you keep your change? in the cup holder of my car for meters, in a jar in our laundry room for coming out of pockets or scooping up of off counters and dressers, and in various bag bottoms
What’s the weather like today? gorgeous - sunny and 70. maybe all you new yorkers should think about moving to LA... I believe weather is my number 1 reason!!!
What’s the best ice-cream flavor? Depends on my mood. I always love mint chocolate chip, but if it's a day when I want "stuff" then I'm a sucker for Ben and Jerry's Phish Food or Everything But the Kitchen Sink. But when my husband makes his ice cream line, it will definitely be that because he has the best flavor ideas EVER.
What excites you? Figuring out what's next for me, upcoming weekends with great friends, cooking and wine, seeing theater or film or reading a book that makes me feel alive, traveling
Do you want to cut your hair? I just did a month ago from the middle of my back to a bob ala Katie Holmes-ish...
Are you over the age of 25? yes. very much so.
Do you talk a lot? yeah, but I'm learning the virtue of not.
Do you know anyone named Steven? I do - my uncle that passed away in the fall and my 2nd cousin that passed away a couple of years ago. Who knew that could be such a morbid question.
Do you make up your own words? Making up words is fantabulous.
Are you a jealous person? I try not to be but I am on occassion. Is there anyone out there that's never jealous?? If there is, can you PUH-LEASE email me or comment so I can know your secrets. I hate being jealous. HATE. I am jealous that you don't get jealous.
Who’s the first person on your received call list? Nancy Cho from my tale of a Brittney Hit and Run
What does the last text message you received say? "I meant sunday. We were going to drive from tuscon sat and either come straight to you or stay somewhere in between. But don't change any plans."
Do you chew on your straw? Never
Do you have curly hair? Yes, but I often wear it straight although it's quite cute curly with the new cut
Where’s the next place you’re going to? the gym if I make it before my dinner at a wine bar where I will be consuming aforementioned glass of vino
Who’s the rudest person in your life? wow. I don't think I can answer that.
What was the last thing you ate? tomato basil soup
Will you get married in the future? already am.
What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks? I loved Juno but There Will Be Blood is a definitive must see as well
Is there anyone you like right now? Like? Like boy like or like people like? I like a lot of people...
When was the last time you did the dishes? Sunday I think. Yeah...that sounds right.
Are you currently depressed? Nope.
Did you cry today? Nope.
Why did you answer and post this? I read it on someone else's blog and liked it and they offered it up willingly to anyone who wanted to try...and I didn't feel like coming up with my own idea today.
Posted byMeesh-elle my Belle at 5:37 PM 2 comments
Paying for It
Monday, January 14, 2008
Is it possible to have a two day hangover??? I think it is because I think I have one. Which means one thing and one thing only.
I have gotten old.
Notice that I do not say that I think it means that I had too much to drink. No - it simply means I can't hold my alcohol like I used to. Or that I didn't drink enough water mixed in with my bottle of champagne. Or perhaps it means that the two weeks that I spent detoxing from the holidays and only having a glass of wine once or twice a week was actually BAD for me rather than good. Or maybe it means that someone slipped something into my aforementioned champagne. Or that I didn't have enough to eat that evening...
Hmmm. Apparently having a two day hangover can mean way more than one thing...
But just as some people say "You can never be to rich or too thin" (in my opinion, only the former of which is true), I say you can never, ever drink too much champagne. You can drink too much wine or whiskey or tequila. But you can never drink too much champagne.
Posted byMeesh-elle my Belle at 5:01 PM 1 comments
Labels: daily, food and drink
Restaurant Redux
Friday, January 11, 2008
I've been remiss in discussing my culinary adventures as of late but there are definitely a few discussions to be had.
Let's start with the new. I visited Comme Ca a few weeks ago with friends and after hearing mixed reviews, I was more than pleasantly surprised. I love a good atmosphere as much as I love a good martini, and this place delivers. The vibe is bustling and sexy in all the right ways. Of course, I wouldn't mind the waiters pairing back their schpiel a bit. I think that our lovely actor-cum-waiter thought he was rehearsing his audition for the following day as he flashed his pearly whites and sold us on cocktails. That said, he DID manage to sell us on cocktails so I suppose he did something right...but I was there to catch up with friends - not get to know our waiter better for the 20 minutes that he spent table side explaining the self-explanatory menu and drinks.
Two of us decided to order cocktails from the bar, where they use one large single ice cube to prevent melting from diluting your drink. I had the East Side Cocktail - a combo of gin, lime, mint and cucumber. It was delicious but eeeeeeensy for a 14 dollar drink. My friend asked them to prepare something on the fresh fruitier side for her and when they tell you to let them know what you like and they'll take care of you, they're not kidding! There was vodka and strawberries and pimm's cup and among other things and that, too, got sucked down in a matter of seconds flat.
We started with a cheese plate (as they were out of the moules frites) with a selection of five cheeses and were lucky enough to get a visit from the less loquacious but highly knowledgeable fromagier. This was one of my favorite cheese plates I've had in Los Angeles and this is not a small feat, considering cheese is pretty much my favorite food. Not only did they provide perfect pairings for each of our selections - from sun-dried tomatoes to dried cherries to some sort of fantastic honey to marcona almonds - but they ALSO instructed us on the order in which to eat the cheese so as to optimize our experience. I would come back for a glass of wine and cheese plate at the bar ANY day. Literally.
My husband and I shared the butter lettuce salad with lemon shallot vinaigrette which was good, but nothing special. But our entrees were fantaaaaaabulous. Each of us ordered perfectly for our own personal palettes and were certain that ours was the best. I was thrilled with the crispy skate served in brown butter with lemon and capers and haricot verts. One word. Divine. Truly. I don't often order entrees - I like to taste a lot of food and entrees tend to be too much of the same flavor for me...but this? This was DEEEEEEEElicious. The skate was full of flavor and cooked to perfection. Everyone at the table agreed that it would please the pickiest eater. My husband opted for the french onion soup and a side of creamed spinach. The soup was delicious - not too salty, not too cheesy, not too bready. The spinach ended up being quite nice, but be forewarned - you will be shocked at the size of your sides when they come to the table. They come in a beautiful copper pot...but the spinach barely covered the bottom. However, my husband said that when all was said and done, it was delicious and more than enough. Just know that you're not getting steakhouse size orders when you decide to order a side here.
Our friends ordered the snapper which came perched atop artichokes and potatoes and was perfectly drizzled with pesto, and the pork chop with roasted apples and a divine mustard cream sauce.
With no room for dessert, we all left full and happy. And agreed that we'd be thrilled to frequent the bar for a glass of wine and some raw bar or cheese on another occassion soon.
This past week I visited two restaurants that I've been to before and thought it appropriate to share my thoughts with all of you Angelino diners.
On Tuesday night my husband and I went to Cube on La Brea - the home of the restaurant opened by the Divine Pasta Company. We were some of the first customers to frequent this small restaurant when it opened two years ago(which coincidentally also has a large selection of cheeses and charcutterie). It's still BYO, as it has been from the get go. But the once casual, reasonable and easy to share menu of pastas, pizzas, salads, cheeses and simple entrees like flank steak with chimichurri and grilled fish has morphed into something completely different. I was pleased with the changes that had been made this past summer - there was a marked improvement in the quality of the food and the daily specials were interesting and diverse - from artichokes with arugula and parmesan to radishes served with herbed butter and sea salt to interesting pizzas and pastas that weren't available all the time - Cube was our favorite place to go with friends to share a wide variety of flavors at a reasonable price.
When I called on Tuesday to make a reservation, I was told that there were 2 seatings: at 7 and 9 PM. I was totally surprised and asked how long they'd been doing "seatings" and the woman insisted it had been for a year. I got off the phone without making a reservation. Neither of those two times worked for us and to be honest, I felt fairly annoyed by the fact that I was being told that I could only come in at two times. I mean, isn't that sort of inflexible??? AND, there's NO way they've been doing this for a year...since we ate there in September with a 7:30 reservation on a Saturday night.
Regardless, we decided to go in and see if we could sit at the bar at whatever time we pleased...and we were accommodated. We happily took our usual corner seats and looked at the very formal menus in front of us. This was not the same Cube we'd been at 4 months earlier. The menu was more expensive and less diverse. We both looked at each other, a bit baffled. Entrees, that used to run in the range of $15-22 were now averaging $28. Our favorite flank steak that had been a staple was nowhere to be found. The perfect mixed green salad that complimented everything we got was completely gone. Since there wasn't a green salad anywhere on the menu, but there was a baby arugula salad included with several of the entrees, I inquired to see if I could get an arugula salad on it's own. The waitress came back apologetic letting us know that it just wasn't possible. She ended up bringing us a tri-colore salad special that she had described as having endive, radicchio, and arugula but in actuality was pretty much all frisee. The goat cheese and parmesan tart with tomatoes and balsamic was fine enough but I felt that it was overly-herbed and had expected the roasted tomatoes to appear in the tart - not on the side. The creamy cauliflower with two kinds of cheese was a nice surprise in that it wasn't outrageously creamy...more steamed with the perfect amount of cheese melted on top. The brussel sprouts, which I generally love, were under seasoned and left a lot to be desired. Lastly, we asked for some cheese guidance with their list of over 30 cheeses and while our waitress was lovely, she wasn't particularly knowledgeable and never offered to bring someone else over who might be.
All in all, it was a disappointment - overpriced, lacking selection (although if I'd never been there before, I'm not certain I would have felt that way), and unaccommodating. We won't be going back to Cube anytime soon - especially with the reservation Nazi.
Our last visit was to Greek restaurant Sofi on Third Street. I'd only been to Sofi once - at least 2 1/2 years ago- and I had LOVED it. The flavors were fantastic, as was the atmosphere on the heated porch. Last night, I might as well have been in a different restaurant.
I don't need a restaurant to be bustling to enjoy my evening, but we were LITERALLY the only table in the entire place. Granted, we were eating early, but by 7 PM, I expected a little company at nearby tables. Nothing. Still, if the food had lived up to my expectations, I wouldn't have cared.
The first time we went, we were waited on by a charming and knowledgeable greek waitress who happily guided us through the menu. Not so last night. Our waitress was certainly sweet, but it baffles me when there is only ONE table in the restaurant why our entire dinner order didn't come out at the same time. Sure, my husband ordered a salad and I ordered soup for dinner but one of our other friends ordered the same salad with chicken! We ordered appetizers (the caviar dip which was fishy for my taste and the spanikopita which happened to be outstanding) and then we all ordered our entrees together. If she was unsure as to whether or not we wanted our soup and salad at the same time as the gyro platter, she could have asked. After the apps were cleared, out came my husbands Greek salad. Alone. "Eat, eat!" everyone told him...so he did. You can't really screw up a Greek salad - and they didn't- but it wasn't anything special. Next I got my avogolemono soup. If you've never had this, don't have it here. It's a Greek lemon chicken soup and at the right place, it's steaming heaven in a bowl. I'm assuming the lemons were left out of the shipment that day, because I didn't taste a single drop of it in my soup. Finally, the other Greek salad with chicken and the Gyro platter arrived and our friends enjoyed their dinners.
The company was fantastic and we hadn't seen each other in a long time so we appreciated the extra time to catch up. But I made sure to tell our companions about Ulysses Voyage at The Grove - my absolute favorite Greek restaurant in Los Angeles. They have incredible salads for lunch (try the chopped or the Halumi salad) and the avogolemono is OUT OF THIS WORLD. Not to mention that everything on the menu at Ulysses is about 3-4 dollars less expensive than at Sofi. Lesson learned.
Happy eating!
Posted byMeesh-elle my Belle at 11:26 AM 0 comments
Labels: food and drink
Things I fear While Driving
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I don't know if I was this way before I lived in New York. I can't remember what it was like to drive when I was younger. I mean, I remember backing into a tree in a parking lot while I was practicing for my driver's license with my dad. I remember driving into the garage door in high school and as if I weren't already in enough trouble, hearing my sister say in her highest pitched voice possible, "I can't sleep in my room tonight!!!! I mean, it's over the garage!! WHAT IF THE HOUSE CAVES IN???" I remember getting my license and getting my first car and driving from Chicago to New York City. I remember getting a flat tire on 128 on my way to a voice lesson and feebly attempting to change it myself in my tight jeans and red leather jacket and ankle boots (ohhhhhh the wonderful memories of high school fashion) until the cops came and changed it for me (but only after yelling at me for being so stupid as to try to change a tire on the side of the busiest freeway in Massachusetts.) But I don't remember if I was a good driver or a nervous driver or an apathetic driver or a defensive driver or a risky driver. I can't remember if I actually liked driving (save the time when I was in high school and it spelled freedom).
But I'll tell you this - I do not like it now. There are many many reasons that I don't like driving, not the least of which is the other maniacs that seem to be on the road in Los Angeles. But mostly, what I don't like is that I actually feel paranoid when I drive. I can walk with reckless abandon, confident that I will not fall, I will not get hit, I will be fine. And the truth is, it's sort of ridiculous that I am soooo confident in my walking abilities given that I am one of the bigger klutzes on the face of the universe. But walking gives me no pause. Driving, on the other hand, seems to have me all up in arms.
I am constantly paranoid when I drive in LA. And in general, the things that I'm nervous about are RIDICULOUS.
When I am stopped and there is a pedestrian crossing - be it at a red light or a crosswalk - I am scared that my foot is going to slip off the brake and I'm going to hit them. This is not normal.
When I am taking a left hand turn and there's not a light, I am scared that I am going to miss that person coming from the left. In driving school they taught us to look left, then right, then left again. I do that...about 75 times. "Left, right, left, left, right, left, left, left...ok...I can turn now...wait left! OK!" This is not normal.
I am nervous that somehow, my car has put up some sort of invisible barrier and other cars can't see me and will back into, drive into, sideswipe, etc. my car because they don't see me. This fear is mildly more rational in that drivers in Los Angeles seem to be completely narcissistic people who only seem to be aware of themselves in their own cars. This is insane, impossible, and also...not normal.
I am paranoid that, while driving on the highway, I am going to be too close to the side barrier and scrape the entire side of my car. Not normal.
I also get scared that trucks will have no idea I am there, change lanes unknowingly and squash my car completely. I suppose this fits in with the belief that my car somehow turns invisible.
Every so often (this one is rare), when it's dark out and I'm stopped at a light, I have a fleeting fear that I'm going to get carjacked. (I know - that's so 90's.)
I get nervous that, because I have ZERO sense of spatial relations, I am going to make a turn and think that I'm turning wide enough but not and hit something. (This has actually occurred before so this fear is not entirely unfounded.)
I am nervous that I am going to physically hurt someone one day - not because I drive into them but because I actually get OUT of my car and physically harm them due to the fact that they are complete and total morons on the road. Example: Last night I was driving down an alley to get to a main street after stopping at a gas station. I turned left into the alley after looking left and right several times (but fewer than normal because it was an alley with almost zero traffic). When I pulled into the alley, there was a car stopped about 200 feet in front of me, but there was also a car coming toward me in the opposite direction. So I pulled behind the first stopped car and politely waited for the car to pass so that I could be on my merry way. However, for some UNKNOWN reason, the car coming in the opposite direction ALSO stopped and sat there...staring at me. I have no explanation for this and I have no where to go because I'm behind one car and the other car is in front of and to the side of me. And they just stare at me. I stare back for a moment and finally throw up my hands and give them this wide eyed annoyed look that clearly says, "Uuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm where should I go moron? I was being polite and letting you go and now you've boxed me in and seem to be having some sort of Mexican standoff and I'm going to win simply based on the fact that I have nowhere to go except for backwards and I am NOT backing up to give in to your RUDE ASS!" Apparently having read my mind (or just my pissed off expression) the driver moved. However, had he not, I can not be held responsible for my actions of road rage. Driving makes me an angry person. Which in general, I am not. I actually think that this is fairly normal.
I am nervous about parking lots. People in this town are maniacs about parking spaces and seem to do all sorts of illegal maneuvers just to get to a spot. I have total anxiety while driving in parking lots. Especially when I come into contact with the crazies who wave you to go and then, if you don't step on the gas in a matter of miliseconds going from 0 to out of their way, they get annoyed, change their minds, and decide they are no longer going to let you go...and this happens just as your car has finally started to move forward, causing you to slam on the breaks and let the indian-giver go ahead of you.
I feel concerned that the man in the car next to me, ogling at the half-dressed girls walking down Robertson is going to drown in his own drool and side swipe me. Or that the agent that is on her bluetooth yelling at her assistant while checking her blackberry and reading her client's most recent script is going to slam his foot down in anger, forgetting that she's in his car and ram into me.
As you see, I am not at home in the driver's seat. I sort of view a car like a dangerous weapon that's in the hands of the wrong people. A LOT of wrong people. Perhaps including me.
Posted byMeesh-elle my Belle at 10:55 AM 0 comments
Schizo
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I'm having one of those days where I wonder why everyone else can do it better than I can. It doesn't matter what it is...I'm just convinced that all the other smart (which I know I am), creative (which I know I am), and let's not forget cute (which I know I am) 20 and 30-something girls have done it better.
Sometimes I'm a comparer. I have worked hard to break myself of this habit because I know that we all go at our own pace. There's no use looking at someone else and asking why you haven't gotten where they are because they do it their way and you do it yours. The zen version is that we all have our own paths. I know this in my head. I have told other people 50 million times. But today it doesn't matter how many times I tell myself too. Everyone else seems to have done it better and I've done it all wrong.
I have told myself time and again that I just haven't found my niche yet. That when I do, I will skyrocket the way that I believe I have the potential to do. It's actually sort of excruciating...this feeling of knowing that you have so much to offer and not knowing where to place those offerings so as to make yourself the happiest and to do the best work you can possibly do.
And to top it off, I seem to have gotten judgmental of my writing and I look at other blogs and I think that theirs is so much better. More creative, funnier, more poignant, more interesting, more everything than mine is (and in that completely irrational moment, ever possibly could be.) And I have to remind myself that I am creative and interesting and those people are too and for Christ's sake IT'S NOT A FREAKING COMPETITION! And I get to learn from reading other blogs and get ideas and get inspired, NOT FEEL LESS THAN! Because how productive is feeling less than??? NOT AT ALL.
The funniest part of this whole cycle is that I then end up asking myself why I can't be a person who doesn't think this way and I'm berating myself for having these less than thoughts in the first place YET I'M STILL SITTING THERE BEING HARD ON MYSELF.
Perhaps by writing this cycle down, I've found a way to laugh at it. Reading it on the page makes it look that much more ridiculous. My head knows that all the time. That's why I wrote this post to begin with. Because I am actually aware of the fact that I'm doing NO good for myself. But emotionally, it's how I feel. And sometimes, no matter how smart my head is, my heart wins because my emotional side feels things more strongly than my head can think them.
Wow. I sound schizophrenic.
Posted byMeesh-elle my Belle at 12:33 PM 1 comments
Labels: introspection
Yogi wisdom
Monday, January 7, 2008
On Saturday, my yoga teacher made a genius statement that I have embraced with all of my being. I can't say it as poetically as she did but it's something along these lines: We tag January 1 as the beginning of a new year, and it is true in that it is the first day of a new calendar year. But with it, we throw in all sorts of expectations and resolutions (unless you're me) and new beginnings. Magazines exclaim "New Year, New You!" and all kinds of starts from fresh starts to jump starts to better starts. And because it's been dubbed the definitive start, people tend to be that much more let down if it doesn't live up to their hopes.
But the truth is, every day is a new year. Literally. Perhaps not the beginning of a new numbered year on the calendar, but it is the first day of another year, with all the past days behind us. Every day is an opportunity to do things in a new way, to clean a slate, to start a new habit or kick an old one. As I'm writing this, I feel that there's absolutely NO way that I'm doing this concept any justice. It actually sounds ridiculous and sort of obvious as I type on the page. But hell, I found freedom in the revelation of this fact, and I'm sticking to it in the hopes that perhaps my words are translating in a clearer way than I think.
On Thursday I was feeling like my new year had gotten off to a sort of sour start. I was grumpy and homesick and all sorts of other things...including pissed because it was only January 3rd and I had felt so good about 2008. But then there was Friday and I had a great day on Friday. And with those words on Saturday morning I realized that I'd actually just had a couple of crappy days and now, I was having some fantastic ones. It wasn't about 2008. I could reinvent myself or my thoughts or my anything at any time. In fact, most of the time when I feel inspired it does NOT coincide with a birthday or the new year. So with each new day, I have the opportunity for a "new year."
It still is reading ridiculous. And I've tried to re-write it about 75 times. So I'm going to stop judging myself and just be grateful for yogi revelations and hope that someone, somewhere can get whatever the fuck it is that I'm trying to say.
Posted byMeesh-elle my Belle at 3:28 PM 1 comments
Labels: musings on life, yoga
Larchmont
Sunday, January 6, 2008
It's been a while since I've talked about the places in LA that I actually DO like and I figured I could use a little attitude shift. Sometimes when you spend a lot of time someplace, you forget how special it is. It becomes your norm and so you fail to notice how much you love it. This can be true of a place, a person, a thing...
Larchmont village (it's more of a 1 block street but hey, I'll take what I can get) is one of my favorite places in LA. For one entire block there are sidewalk cafes, a proper NYC sidewalk news stand, adorable stores, yoga studios and most importantly, a feeling of community. When I'm walking down Larchmont, I can almost forget that I'm in LA for a few moments (save the 17 year olds drinking their sugar-free Coffee Bean blendeds in short shorts and Uggs.) I go to Larchmont 3 or 4 times a week to practice yoga but today I realized that it's been a while since I've truly soaked it in.
It helps when you get to see something through fresh eyes. I met my friend Stephanie for a yoga class this morning and though she's lived in LA for about 6 or 7 years, she's never been to Larchmont. She was so excited by her new find and it reminded me that it truly is just that - a find.
Let's start with the food. This New Yorker can close her eyes and almost pretend that I'm eating a slice in Soho when I swing by Village Pizzeria. I love a good old slice of cheese - and yes, you can indeed get a slice with perfectly thin crust and that NYC blend of cheese. Try brunch at Cafe du Village - fantastic huevos rancheros and a great little garden in the back. Not a place to go out of your way for necessarily, but a perfect stop for a great salad if you're doing some shopping. And do NOT pass up the opportunity to have a sandwich from Larchmont Wine and Cheese. A great wine store (although definitely on the pricier side so more for the oenophile) filled with knowledgeable and helpful employees, the true delight lies in the deli counter. The manchego and serrano sandwich could literally transport you to Barcelona. Not to be missed. Seriously. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Le Petit Greek and of course, the new Pinkberry.
There are enough coffee places for everyone that you're with to grab their fave - Starbucks, Coffee Bean and Peet's plus all the other places where you can grab a cup of joe. And if you're looking for something a little healthier, grab an all fruit smoothie at Jamba Juice.
There's shopping for everyone in the family. It's a rare day when I don't pop into Pickett Fences to see if there are new Kooba bags or Kors shoes on sale and they've opened Petticoats at the other end of the street for adorable intimates. Sonya Ooten gem bar has exactly that - gorgeous jewels to make you sparkle. Swing by Kicks to get some new ones for your boyfriend or yourself. Spirituali always has an amaaaaazing selection of Bernardo sandals along with great fashions that are little more out of the ordinary that what you find at CO-OP. They carry a small selection of baby stuff as well.
But if you really want fantastic stuff for your new niece or nephew, Flicka and The Little Seed are not to be missed. Flicka has the most fantastic garb from old school concert t's for your one year old to perfect little pink sweaters and jeans for your colleague's aspiring fashionista daughter. Across the street at the newly opened Little Seed, you'll find everything you could want to start your baby off on an eco-friendly foot. Bring your little one with you while you shop - there's a fantastic play area for them while you peruse everything from cribs crafted from sustainable materials to organic cotton onesies to eco-friendly bottles to fantastic jewelry for mom.
Of course my favorite place on Larchmont (besides the NYC style news stand and Yogaworks) is Larchmont beauty. This little store stocks literally everything your heart and your skin could possible desire. From Mario Badescu to Kinerase to Dr. Haushka for your skin and Bumble and Bumble or Mop for your tresses to Votivo candles to Mistral soaps and soaks to Nars makeup. You'll walk out of this place with everything you need to feel as gorg as you are.
I haven't even touched on the adorable book store, the fantasticly convenient hardware store and the Landis General store with their vast selection of stationery and invitations. It's easy to spend an afternoon on this buzzing street, especially on Sundays when they have the fabulous farmers market from 9 AM- 1 PM. It's my favorite way to spend Sunday morning.
I think what I love most about Larchmont is the energy. It's one of the few places in Los Angeles where the sidewalks are always packed with people. You have the opportunity to run into an old friend, to people watch, to hear kids laughing and friends having coffee. There's constant energy flowing. There's never a time when I'm there that I don't feel completely alive.
My only complaint? It's only 1 block long.
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