Though I've gotten a bit spoiled - I actually complained that it was 70 degrees out because "that's so cold" - it was a beautiful day. After a good dose of sunshine, we wandered through a great antique store in an old barn. Thrifting and antiquing in the greater LA area has been a mostly heartbreaking endeavor for me and my tiny budget, but this place was spilling over with random bargains and the type of krazy krap (that's a shop name waiting to happen) I used to find in Minnesota on the regular.
After carefully surveying the options, I snagged a pair of bright red pumps with side cutouts and heel-bows (yet to be documented). I also bid a tearful farewell to the white high heels in perfect shape that fit my right foot and squeezed my left. WHY AM I A MUTANT.
But then Sami found this Dynasty-inspired miracle, and I again had faith in the universe:
As Joan Collins would say....Offda offda (just kidding Joan! I know you read this).
We ended our day at Cafe Real, a little Mexican restaurant where you can order things like $4 nachos. And margaritas. Heaven, in a burnt-around-the-edges-forgot-to-leave-off-the-sour-cream dish.