Our time in LA was lovely as ever. Arriving in the delightfully small Bob Hope Airport in Burbank, we were picked up by Rufus’s sister, Phoebe, and the truly good guy who is her husband, Drew. They drove us back to their rad little house in Atwater Village where we were immediately fed delicious pork tacos that Drew made from scratch and glasses of rum punch mixed by Phoebe. And of course we were snuggled by their dog, Bitty. That’s my idea of a welcome wagon.
The next morning, we woke up late-ish and made our first trip out into the LA wilderness (i.e. street traffic) to run some errands and check out Phoebe’s favorite thrift store. I got me a craftastic little dress that will have to be documented and posted on another occasion – it’s quite sassy. Then we hit our favorite LA Mexican joint, Loteria at the Farmer’s Market. Feasting ensued.
After stuffing our faces, we made our way to Santa Monica to take a tour of the Getty Villa, home of the Getty Antiquities collection. Yes, that includes Ancient Roman Coins. Yes, that made Rufus very happy. The spot is ridiculously spectacular.
But it’s also wicked fun. There is a room where you can put on crazy costumes and do a shadow puppet play for your friends. Rufus was a huge fan.
From there, we made our way to the totally cool The Urban Craft Center in Santa Monica. Yep, I went from an Urban Craft Uprising to an Urban Craft Center. I just love those urban crafters. The turnout for the Crafternoon reading was great fun, with lots of family and friends and a big posse of co-workers representing from the LA office. And the crafting was fantastic. These are just a few of the amazing clothespin dolls made by the crafty attendees. Rufus’s homage to Tim Burton hung out with Daniel’s seductive Pink Lady…
JJ’s ballerina got close to Molly’s Russian warrior man…
And Phoebe crafted this delicate dashing duo.
While Joe made this post-holiday alien invasion celebration card…
The next day we ate at Phillipe, home of the French-dipped sandwich.
The lines are crazy but the ladies behind the counter wear old school diner-lady outfits, which almost makes up for the wait, and then you take a bite of the tasty goodness, and that way more than makes up for the wait. I’m not sure what makes the dipping French, but whatever it is also makes it delicious.
Then we wandered through Olvera Street, a Mexican market lane where the oldest house in Los Angeles is located. The weather was just as pleasant as can be, and we soaked it up while checking out the merchants and the religious icons.
Then it was off to the Griffith Observatory for the usual Hollywood-sign photo ops (no need to post those). And then that evening, dinner at home on the grill, which felt crazy decadent knowing the snowy weather in NYC.
And though the next day was a bit of a wash with Rufus and I both getting hit with a cold, it didn’t put a damper on the trip. ‘Cause the West Coast is such a good place to visit, it’s worth collecting some germs for the return trip home.