Yesterday I visited the Long Beach antique market and came home with these colourful threads on wooden spools [what home is complete without a mason jar of vintage threads?]...
...and this giant wooden bucket. I bought this bucket right after walking in, and carried it with me over 20 acres of antique covered parking lot. Everyone I passed had some sort of view on the bucket; I was told the name of it [already forgotten but I think the first syllable sounded like "fur.."], given advise on how to clean it, given advise on how to paint it, told that those used to be easy to sell but no one buys them anymore, and asked repeatedly "what are you planning to do with that?". I just bought the bucket because it was huge, simple, the wood matched my floor, and it was $10. I had no idea it was such a conversation piece.
Last night I coerced T to go with me to a classmate's party only to discover that the party isext week [this is not the first time I have done this]. So we went a restaurant we hardly eat at, Real Food Daily, and split nachos and the Real Food Meal with wasabi dressing which is the ABSOLUTE best meal on this planet. It is macrobiotic and represents "the 5 elements of oriental health philosophy" and though it sounds like just steamed veggies and sauce I promise it is not. It is such a good meal that others at your table who order the tacos or club sandwich end up eating half your meal. Even splitting it last night I had enough leftovers to get full on lunch today. Yum. If you are ever in LA I highly recommend seeking this meal out.
It is rainy here and I was almost able to finish my laundry before it started pouring. The laundromat is across the street and it isn't fun running through the traffic, in the rain with a basket of clean laundry. But I made it with only a little water.