My Bags are Mentally Packed.

Is it bad that I want to re-pack my bag and go on vacation yet again?  I literally just went on vacation 3 weeks ago.  There's something so enticing about wandering with one bag, limited options to wear, time for journaling, and permanently being armed with a camera.  Right now I'm dreaming of a get-away to Seattle, New Orleans, and as always.....France.  If I handed you a stack of money and your passport, where would you go?

Culture Club: An Engaging Day Out.

Santa Monica Pier Experience: check. I've been to Santa Monica hundreds of times. My first acting gig in Los Angeles was on Fourth Street, at the Santa Monica Playhouse for heaven's sake. However, I've never really and truly had the touristy experience.

Yesterday my mother,sister, husband and I ate at La Creperie Cafe on 2nd Street for lunch. Then we walked to the pier and rode the Dragon boat ride. (Oh,so scary when you actually are weightless.) Then we all rode the ferris wheel together. It was lovely! The view. The salty sea air. The company. Then we sipped pink lemonade and nibbled on warm, sugary churros. I strongly suggest this destination point. There's a little something for everyone. Have you ever been to the pier?

Summer Shoes.

Today was warm and filled with sunshine. We derailed from our errands to drool over summer shoes. Are you ready for sandals and shorts?

As Seen Through Her Window.

This afternoon I looked down from my window, enjoying the quiet Sunday scene below. Then I thought about the views from the various rooms I've inhabited over the years. Next I wondered how the view from my room would look like in two years, five, even ten years from this day.

My last window thoughts led me to think about the view from your windows. It's peculiar how something completely mundane to one, might be utterly fascinating to others. I would love to see the view from your windows. What dances past your window pane? Might I see the evidence?