Especially when it is actually a 4-day weekend. Since David gets back from Montreal tomorrow at around noon, I decided to take the whole day off so we could hang out a bit.
This was one of those wonderful weekends where you feel as though you're away on vacation, even though you're at home. Part of it is that L.A. still feels new and undiscovered to me. Part of it was that the weather couldn't have been better. Part of was that I got to potter around with the plants, something I'm often not relaxed enough to do during the week. So, aside from plant pottering, what did I get up to?
To my unbridled joy, I discovered Surfas, a chef and restaurant supply store in Culver City that a coworker told me about. On arrival, I started hyperventilating in the parking lot. I knew it was going to be that good. I could have really gone to town on the gadgets, but limited my purchases to food -- interesting things not usually in my grocery store, like pumpkin ravioli, a delicious looking Tikka Masala simmer sauce, some fancy chicken stock, San Marzano canned tomatoes, Rooster hot sauce, lime pickle, Haloumi cheese. If you're a baker they have all kinds of things for you too! Things to pipe, decorate, mould, drizzle, sprinkle and spread. And if you're in the market for a standing mixer as big as a car, well, you can get one of those at Surfas also.
The worst part about Surfas was not being able to find it. On the internet there were 2 different addresses given. One on Washington, one on National. I decided to just head towards Washington, figuring it must be on a corner, but approached it a different way than I should have, deciding to be adventurous. I will never learn. My blatant disregard for Google maps spat me out onto the wrong part of Washington. Like a true directional idiot, thinking I was close, I chose to park, and find it on foot. (Now when is that ever a good idea in LA? That's right. NEVER.) While I had a lovely tour of downtown Culver City, and a turn through a quite fancy (from the outside) Trader Joe's, I did not find Surfas. Not defeated, I headed back to the car, consulted our Not For Tourists guide and figured out where I needed to be (yes, further BACK on Washington on the corner of National). You'd think figuring this out and getting there would be obvious to anyone who knows how to follow a map, but somehow, the way those streets intersected, it just wasn't. Not to me anyway. BUT, if I wasn't a little direction-challenged and too lazy to study my directions in advance, I would not have traversed the particular stretch of Venice Blvd that houses H.D. Buttercup, or felt the gravitational pull into its parking lot. This is a place I had heard about and definitely needed to go into.
That was Saturday. Sunday I tackled Target. Usually on the Target trip, David and I are together. Watch out when I am alone! Yesterday was the day we needed some new dinky little serving dishes, a teapot, a gravy boat, some mugs, a new soap dispenser for the dish soap, and that is just the half of it... Between Isaac Mizrahi's home collection, and the "Home" home collection, I could have all the servingware I would ever need to feel like a grown-up. I had to crinkle my eyes and look away when I saw Isaac's Mizrahi's cake stand. By then the cart was full, and I sped home guiltily, with the loot in the back.
Today I got up early and headed off to Santa Monica to do some hotel scouting for my brother and his family when they visit in July. I figured Santa Monica would be a good kid-friendly choice for them with the beach, the pier, the shopping etc. I looked at 3 places. The Georgian (not for them), the Fairmont (possibly for them) and the Shangri La (a little cheesy, and a weird vibe from reception). I didn't make it to Loews, which was just stupid, as that was one of my first choices to begin with, but maybe we can do that tomorrow. I'm not sure why this is stressing me out as much as it is. This is their first visit to the U.S. since my sister and I have lived here, and I want them to think it is just glorious. That's part of it. The other part is that they are going to San Francisco before L.A., and I feel pressured for my new home to live up to the physical beauty of my former home. I don't want them to give me a bunch of flak for moving here. The pollution! The traffic! I know, it's not like L.A.'s the armpit of America, but I am neurotic, and I want them to love it.
But aside from hotel shopping, I also had a lovely afternoon on the 3rd St. promenade: a little shopping, a little gelato, and even a nice cold beer!
And now it's Monday night, and I am just giddy at the prospect of one more day. So giddy doing laundry and such that I forgot to post this earlier so I will do that now. At 12:41 am.