One thing I have learned in this huge transition phase that we are going through is that you have to figure out the traditions that are the most important to you and then you have to make them work. It … Continue reading
I’ve realized since Brad started at Tar & Roses that we were pretty spoiled while he was at Pintxo. One of us almost always got off of work early, so one of us always got the “load the bike into … Continue reading
While Christmas is the “most wonderful time of the year”, maybe the saddest time of the year is in those moments after you’ve taken all of your holiday decorations down. We finally took down our tree yesterday. I was just … Continue reading
There are only so many pictures you can take of carrots and radishes and beets and potatoes before you start realizing you miss the summer market. The Winter Farmer’s Market has it’s own charm that doesn’t always involve produce. This … Continue reading
Oh my gosh. After weekends like this one, I swear off drinking for a few days. Then I get home from a long day at work and see that bottle of wine with just a couple glasses left in it… … Continue reading
Last year when we moved into our last apartment, we looked at is as a big step up.
We were moving North of Wilshire.
North of Wilshire. North of the tourist madness. A nice, quieter neighborhood where we could sort of be domestic without becoming too boring. A tree-lined street where we could still walk to the city-like atmosphere of Wilshire, but we could also be just far enough away from it so that you couldn’t hear the traffic.
If you know Santa Monica, you also know that “North of Wilshire” means “South of Montana”.
Montana Avenue, which is like Santa Monica’s answer to Rodeo Drive. Lots of cute little shops and stores and boutiques that I can’t really afford. Lots of celebrity sightings. Lots of Brentwood soccer moms at their soccer mom lunches while the nanny has the kids. Lots of amazing cars and beautiful purses. Lots of great people watching.
On the other side of Montana there aren’t apartment complexes. There are gorgeous, multi-million dollar homes. There is amazing architecture and unbelievable landscaping. (see TRex) Just across that one road, there is this other neighborhood that is fun to walk through, but completely out of reach.
Until I realized we just moved there.
Now, technically, we are still on Montana. Not really North of Montana. But our apartment is on the North side of the street, so I’m just going to go ahead and lump ourselves in with the wealthy producers and lawyers and doctors and whatever who live on this side of the street.
Brad and I are going to bring a little flavor to this side of the tracks.
Watch out. We’re North of Montana now.
Yesterday was the first day off Brad and I have had in weeks where we had absolutely nothing planned. No moving. No packing. No utility set-ups. No nothing. And although we had no plans, we managed to wander around Santa … Continue reading
I remember a year ago moving into this apartment, we thought we had hit the jackpot. We loved our building. We loved our courtyard. We loved our landlord. We loved our neighborhood. We had an amazing patio where everyone grew … Continue reading
Put away those Pumpkin Spice Lattes, people. Even here in Santa Monica it is a sweaty 93 degrees today. And it sure doesn’t feel like fall. If I had white pants, I would probably wear them today just to prove … Continue reading
Did I mention that we got our patio back? After all of the lawyer-talk and the filling out of forms and sending the emails with nasty undertones – it looks like it may have actually worked. We will be patio-less … Continue reading