I took a day off last Friday to spend time with my sister and niece who were visiting for the weekend. I needed those 3 days, I really did. It was very satisfying to accomplish some of the things on my very lengthy to-do list. A list that encompasses everything from doing something with my old pension plan, to finding the perfect pair of fall boots. But because it was a weekend spent with an almost-13 year old, I stuck to the fun stuff, avoiding those boring brokerage firm calls entirely.
1. Get to the LACMA soon so I don't miss the David Hockney exhibit
So glad I made it. This was a perfect way to spend a Friday afternoon away from work. It made me want to paint, and I pretty much never want to paint. A side benefit of this trip was that I got to see the La Brea tar pits. And learn that in the park at the LACMA they have Friday night movies on the lawn, with food and wine.
2. Visit the Paul & Joe for Target "pop-up" store on Melrose Place before it closes
I have no excuse for not going in here sooner. I walk past it every day on the way home. Part of me was afraid of the potential wallet damage; part of me wanted to save it to do with my niece once I knew she was coming. Serves me right. The collection was very picked over and I couldn't find any of the things I'd seen online that I liked in my size. And I had underestimated how a communal dressing room can kill a 13-year old's shopping buzz. But I did leave with 2 new pairs of pants and a striped jacket that struck me as a little dandy, but for $39, I'll explore my foppish side.
3. Try on a pair of skinny jeans
I read on a fashion blog recently that Old Navy and Express had skinny jeans that were good low-budget options for this trend that I have been more than a little curious (and conflicted) about. I've seen them look great on a few people, but I feel I may not be those people. When we found ourselves at the Beverly Center this weekend, I decided there was no better time to try than while in the company of my favorite young fashionista. Who I knew would be brutally honest with me. They weren't bad, she gave me the thumbs up, provided I paired them with the right shoes (I have no idea where she comes from), but I can't get over the fact that my legs look like giant carrots in them. Perhaps I should give them another try on a day when I am not suffering from bloaty mid-menstrual psychosis.