Portobello Road, London.
A giant hanging teapot and an old-fashioned taxi - my favorite british combination.
Shortly afterwards I bargained down a pair of 6 pound earrings down to 5. Not because I wanted to be cheap about 1 pound, i just honestly didn’t have it but still really wanted the earrings. The old little lady thought it was the former and said no, but i went back and offered her the difference in euros or dollars. that was how much i wanted them! she said to me, “you’re making me feel very mean,” which in turn made me feel very mean. but i knew i had her then.
as it turned out after i gleefully bought those earrings for 5 pounds, i had a 1 pound coin in my back pocket!
so then i even more gleefully used my last pound to buy these strawberries and they tasted ever so sweet
This LA Times article on the launch of Levi’s Curve ID jeans has got me all aflutter for a new pair. As a rule, I hate jean shopping because I’m so short and curvy in all the wrong places, but these jeans sound hopeful. I took the quiz online, and I am a demi-curve. Time to go shopping!

Pucci
I just found a receipt for a pair of blue Pucci sunglasses I bought 2 summers ago. $380. I would in no way regret it if I loved them. As it is, they don’t really protect my eyes from the sun and leave indentations on my cheeks if I wear them too long. Sigh.
Today…
I finally went into that Venokado store on Fountain I blogged about earlier. It was full of charming, quirky, wonderful things and I really wanted to scoop up every little violet scented lip balm and hugging ghosts salt/pepper shakers and elephant bottle opener to take home with me. Instead I spent 30 minutes browsing their wines, chatting with one of the owners, and left with a cute card. Boring, I know.
Then I went to Yamashiro. The restaurant that I swore I had no interest in going to turned out to be OK, though the view was pretty special. It took me 45 minutes from 6:45 to 7:30 to drive the two miles from La Brea + Sunset to Franklin and Sycamore because of Paul McCartney’s concert at the Hollywood Bowl. It was maddening except for the fact that Roxana Saberi was Terri Gross’s guest on Fresh Air, and I was totally engrossed in the radio for 30 minutes, except to yell out THIS IS BULLSHIT! every once in a while when the light turned green but not one car moved an inch.
Spotted & Overheard @ South Coast Plaza
- A line out the door to get into Tiffany and Co. When I say line, I mean a big fat sausage fest of a line. Men, please be more original! Think more this. It’s not only cuter (and cheaper), but your girlfriend won’t run into a bazillion people all wearing the same thing. OK, I have to admit, I was actually IN T&CO with my cousin, and I had to respect his decision to get a T&CO necklace for his girlfriend, but it was torture listening to the saleslady go, “oh yes, that just came out in April, and it’s been very popular for the holidays. when you wear it, everyone will know it’s from Tiffany’s.” <—- This is absolutely the last thing I want to hear when I’m buying someone a meaningful gift.
- A man purchasing four gift cards at Nordstroms. First one for $250 (“nice!” i thought). Second one for $500 (“ooh, maybe that one’s for his wife”), And then…he proceeded to put $1000 on the third card. I didn’t stick around to see what amount the fourth would hold.