What I Wore . . .

I had a Perfect Day once.

And I wore my favorite Target hat

that I ruined in the jungles of Panama.

If you ever find yourself in Los Angeles and would like to recreate this perfect day, I'll write the instructions below:

12:oo PM: An Estate Sale in the flatlands of Beverly Hills.

I love touring inside historic homes. Estate sales let you see how people really lived, everything is frozen -- it's like touring Pompeii without the ash and pornographic graffiti.

Plus they usually have amazing antique finds, like this gem:

1:oo PM: Lunch at Lemonade in West Hollywood.

Which you might remember is one of my Dream Lunch recommendations.

And did I mention I wore my Gigantic plastic sun glasses that don't match anything and at the same time go with everything? (At least that's what I tell myself when I wear them.)

2:3o PM: Amoeba Music to buy two CDs (Interpol and Spoon)

3:15 PM: Space 15 Twenty to peruse the books at Hennessey + Ingalls and look at an art exhibit.

4:oo PM: Barnsdall Art Park in Hollywood to take photos . . .

. . .and look at the views.

I also wore my subtle 3-inch, brown wedges which would guarantee 8-plus hours of comfortable use.

And my white Panasonic Lumix LX5 which is also guaranteed for 8-plus hours of use.

5:45 PM: Drive past Frank Lloyd Wright's Ennis House.

Just drive past as it's not open for tours at the moment. But it'll be nice just driving up the winding streets in the hills of Los Feliz and seeing glimpses of old homes.

6:15 PM: Attempt to visit Griffith Observatory but decide to just drive past due to parking limitations, approaching hunger and laziness.

6:30 PM: Eat a hearty, delicious vegetarian dinner at Trails, sitting on a picnic bench under a canopy of trees. I recommend everything.

The End.

So what triggered this walk down memory lane?

My September issue of Martha Stewart Living arrived yesterday, the day before the December issue (?) and in it was a lovely Article on Hollyhock House in Barnsdall Park.

I never actually toured The House because it was closed by the time we got there. But that just leaves one more historic Los Angeles home I get to tour one day.