Los Angeles, I'm Yours


With the chaos of moving I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up my Five Things Fridays for a couple of weeks – my mind is absolutely scattered right now and most likely, so are my words! Instead, how about 100 things?

This is my take on the list of 100 Things in Los Angeles to Do Before You Die that’s been making the interweb rounds. Things I’ve done are bolded, things that I want to do are italicized, things that I am really uninterested in are struck-through. And things that don’t count – in my case, anything sugar-related* – are left alone, plain text, as are things that I am otherwise indifferent about. And when sweet cocktails at bars are references, I’ll sub something not-sweet, because there are some spots that I really do want to check out, even though I’d prefer a nice glass of wine.

1) Cocktail punch at the Radio Room in the Edison

2) Chili dog from Pink’s

3) Rattlesnake and rabbit with jalapeno at Wurstkuche – I like rattlesnakes too much, couldn’t do it. Nuh uh.

4) Korean short ribs taco from Kogi BBQ taco truck

5) Great Los Angeles Walk

6) Ajo Garlic Ramen at Ramenya

7) Sour Kraut Cocktail from Copa d’Oro – it sounds vile!

8.  Red velvet cupcake from Sprinkles

9) Singing Elvis at Palms Thai

10) Churro from churro cart at Disneyland

11) Junk food dessert platter at Simon LA

12) Dessert tasting menu at Providence

13) Classic martini at Musso & Frank Grill

14) Roasted bone marrow at Church & State – I’d try it, but it’s not like I’m itching to or anything.

15) Pedal boat at Echo Park Lake

16) Bowling and $4 cocktails at Shatto 39 Lanes

17) Kobe-style beef at Park’s BBQ

18) Mulholland Drive from 405 to 101 – I got carsick.

19) Medicina Latina at Malo – I prefer my Mexican food from taco trucks and see no reason to ever go here.

20) Father’s Office burger – Elitist gimmick, no thanks.

21) Maple bacon doughnut at Nickel Diner

22) Mashti Malone’s lavender ice cream

23) Red Line Metro barhop

24) Live music at Spaceland

25) Magic Mojito at Bar Centro at the Bazaar by Jose Andres

26) Wine tour through San Antonio Winery

27) Sample everything at Scoops ice cream

28) Bike from Santa Monica to Hermosa Beach and back

29) Mochi from Mikawaya Little Tokyo

30) Broiled San Francisco stuffed French toast at Starling Diner

31) Mojito sampler jelly shots at Bar Nineteen12 – if it’s in Beverly Hills, I’m probably not interested.

32) High Tea at Royal/T

33) Pimp your own burger at the Counter in Santa Monica

34) Carne asada burrito from Tacos Tumbras A Tomas at Grand Central Market

35) Diddy Riese Chocolate Chip Cookies

36) Ride the mechanical bull at Saddle Ranch and have a premium SR AMF

37) Greyhound Proper at Hungry Cat

38) Blue cheese fries at Pete’s Cafe and Bar

39) L.A. Conservancy’s Historic Core walking tour

40) 21+ screenings at the ArcLight

41) Secret beef feast at Totoraku – Um, no, this falls into the “elite” category.

42) Moonlight Rollerway

43) Bartender’s Choice at Comme Ca

44) Tomato, mozzarella, sausage, salami, bacon & guanciale pizza at Pizzeria Mozza

45) Ride the Pacific Ferris Wheel at Santa Monica Pier

46) Late-night Danger dogs

47) Bet on a horse at Santa Anita racetrack – and I won, too!

48) Loco Moco (foie gras loco moco, quail egg, spam, hamburger) at Animal – But I’d prefer something sans Spam!

49) Blood & Sand cocktail at Tiki Ti - Actually not sure what drink I had there, it was many years ago, but it was enough to get the idea. It’s a tiki bar, it’s open odd hours, it’s kind of a local legend. I get it.

50) Tea and a stroll through Huntington Gardens

51) Drive Sunset Boulevard from Echo Park to PCH in a convertible – well, I’ve done it on a motorcycle. Close enough!

52) Double chocolate croissant pudding with Jack Daniels sauce at Milk

53) Hike from Fern Dell Drive to Mt. Hollywood, stopping at Griffith Observatory - I’ve done part of it and want to do the rest. I haven’t been to the Observatory since I was in my teens.

54) Meatball sandwich from Bay Cities Deli

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55) Scorpion cocktail at Hop Louie - long before the hipsters discovered Chinatown, this was one of my hangouts. I think I may have turned 25 there.

56) Magic Castle

57) Scoe’s No. 2 at Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles

58) L.A. Conservancy’s Last Remaining Seats

59) Philippe’s French Dip with hot mustard

60) Dim sum at Empress Pavilion in Chinatown

61) Remember the Maine at the Varnish

62) Omakase dinner at Urasawa

63) LA Phil concert at Walt Disney Concert Hall – does seeing Pink Martini there count?

64) Pool party at Standard Rooftop Bar

65) Quarter chicken with side of garlic sauce at Zankou Chicken – at least once a week.

66) Goddess spa treatment at Olympic Spa – I’m too self-conscious to do the spa thing. Really. You gotta get nekkid.

67) Vodbox at Nic’s Martini Lounge – this just sounds lame.

68) Turkey dinner at Clifton’s Cafeteria, don’t forget the green jello – I’ll admit it. Been here most of my life and I’ve never eaten at Clifton’s – I’ve only gone inside for a look-see.

69) Los Angeles Marathon

70) Marty & Elayne at Dresden Room – a big resounding Meh.

71) Coleslaw and sourdough toast at Original Pantry – I despise coleslaw, but have eaten there many times. Meh.

72) Real Black Dahlia Tour by Esotouric – although I’d prefer the Raymond Chandler’s Bay Cities tour

73) Ninotchka at Bar Lubitsch – well, I’d order something not sweet but I’d still like to go there.

74) Stay in a bungalow at Chateau Marmont – sure, why not!

75) Auntie Em’s Market dinner – been for breakfast; it was pretty mediocre; no need to repeat the experience for dinner.

76) Sunday wine tastings at Silverlake Wine

77) Grilled cheese night at Campanile

78) Power lunch at the Polo Lounge

79) Cadillac Margarita at El Cholo

80) Courtside at a Lakers game

81) Angel City Derby Girls Tournament

82) Box seats at Hollywood Bowl summer concert

83) Dodger Dog at Dodger Stadium

84) Ride the Good Year blimp – I have a heights thing, you know.

85) Sip mojitos poolside at the Hotel Roosevelt’s Tropicana Bar

86) Ringside at Lucha VaVoom

87) Summer movie at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery

88) History Walk from Mission San Gabriel to Olvera Street - I kind of have a problem with this one. Maybe I’m overthinking it, but it feels like a tribute to the colonials, and I just can’t get on board with that.

89) Taro ice cream at Fosselman’smy old roommate loved Fosselman’s and loved weird flavors. He was also partial to the sweet corn ice cream. Me, I prefer a nice lemon sorbet.

90) Galco’s Soda Pop Shop

91) Apricot & Honey 75 at the Penthouse during sunset - well, I haven’t had this particular drink, but long before Santa Monica was the high-rent district, the Penthouse at the Huntley was this dirt cheap happy hour place where all the underage girls – including me – went for margaritas and chips! Things have certainly changed. Can underage kids even get served anymore?? It used to be So. Easy.

92) Angel City Drive-In

93) Downtown Art Walk

94) Bonfire at Dockweiler Beach

95) Bingo at Hamburger Mary’s – could be good for a laugh!

96) Karaoke at Brass Monkey

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97) Yee-Mee-Lu “blue drink” at Good Luck Bar – Not only am I old enough and native enough to know that it was spelled Yee Mee Loo, but I had many, many a “blue drink” – also called a Tidy Bowl – at the real Yee Mee Loo back in the day. It involved rum, blue curacao, and pineapple juice, and just writing those words makes my teeth hurt from the sweetness of it all. No wonder I’m predisposed to diabetes!

98) Sunset dinner and horseback riding with Sunset Ranch

99) American Food & Wine Festival

100) Hike to the top of Sandstone Peak and sign the register – I totally want to do this.

*Although I will admit to tasting a teeny bite of the famous bacon maple donut at the Nickel once; I figured the protein in the bacon would offset the sugar…

This has absolutely nothing to do with shoes. But it has everything to do with living in the greater Los Angeles region, home of crooks, cons, and scammers. And extremely high rental prices.

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You know that expression about “if it’s too good to be true…”? Well, once again, the old adage proves correct.

This morning I ran across this rental listing on Craigslist. $550 a month for an apartment in Santa Monica? Sure, buddy. I figured it was $1550 or something, but since it’s right where I’d like to be living, I emailed to ask what the real price was.

In response, I received this email:

My name is Rev. Thomas Smith own the 1 bedroom apartment and its located @2632 Santa Monica Blvd. Santa Monica, CA 90404.and also want you to know that it was due to my transfer that makes me my wife and Son to leave the house and also want to give it out for rent and looking for a responsible person that can take very good care of it as we are not after the money for the rent but want it to be clean at the time and the person that will rent it to take it as if it were its own. So for now, We are here in west Africa, our new house and put all my worries off concerning the maintenance of the apartment  for, since i am not residing there for now.I left behind some Facilities and electonics which include the rent, and a DVD player, air conditioning, alarm system. The kitchen is fully equipped with all necessary cooking utensils, arefrigerator-freezer, four-hob and oven, microwave,dishwasher and washing machine, My Computer Connected with Internet Acess Also the keys to the House are right here with me, and the lease document. Which i can send to you after all necessary agreement has be accepted. Also i will like you to know that the rent charges is not really the issue ,but your absolute maintenance of my apartment is most important thing so will want you to get back to me with the Application form below.

*****RENT APPLICATION FORM*****
( Private and Confidential )

1)Your Full Name
2)Your Full Current Address
3)Phone Number & Mobile Number
4)How old are you?
5)Sex
6)Are you married?
7)How many people will be living in the House?
8)Do you have a pet?
9)Do you have a car?
10)Occupation?
11)What is your religion?
12)Citizen of Which Country?
13)When are you ready to Move In? Exact Date?
14)How Many Months are you willing to rent The House?

One Mr Brasson called me about the apartment,I told him that I can’t give him the apartment because he loves smoking,drinking and dont want him to get drunked and damaged my property one day so If you are still interested, Note that the rent is going to be $550 Per month Including Utilities No extra fees.I personally will actually come visiting you sometimes during the year as our new tenant.

Looking forward to hear from you with all this details so that i can have it in my file in case of issuing the receipt for you and contacting you. Await your urgent reply so that we can discuss on how to get the document and the keys of the house to you. The address of the apartment is 2632 Santa Monica Blvd. Santa Monica, CA 90404.

P S : Pls Call me right now at 01123480-3724-3553 &  +23480-3724-3553.

Thanks
Smith Family

I was incensed at the idea that someone claiming to be a landlord would ask all sorts of personal questions (religion? citizenship?), and reported him to Craigslist for misconduct.

It turns out that they’re up to something worse. If you Google “west africa rental scam”, tons of hits come back about that exact thing, best explained here. Long story short? There’s no apartment.

Sigh. I knew that it wasn’t real, but it makes me sad that in the hours since the ad went live, somebody out there probably fell for it. And the fact that they’re doing this during the holiday season makes me even sadder.

Sometimes, people really suck.

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ETA: The listing remains on Craigslist, even though I’ve emailed them to let them know it’s a scam. Grrrr.

But I’m glad to see that people are Googling the info in the email and finding this entry – I really hope that this saves someone from naively sending their money to this crook.

As many of you probably know, if I had to name a favorite band I’d probably say X. I’m constantly amazed at what they do, what they’ve done, and the fact that they just keep on doing it.

I’m not crazy about most of the venues in Los Angeles, though, so I don’t often opt to see them when they play live. I get too pissed off at the crowds, the scary corporate venues, the exhorbitant cost of parking and such. Not to mention that I balk at paying $50 and up for tickets. I mean, that’s good shoe money! At least half a pair, anyway.

But thanks to a Christmas miracle free tickets from Los Angeles Metblogs (thank you, lucindamichele!!!), I found myself at Club Nokia last night attempting to re-live the glory days of the 1980s.

The evening began in typical 1980s style – heading to Silver Lake for Thai food. That in and of itself is oh so good, but while there, we ran into some old old friends who I hadn’t seen in over 10 years. How better to start an evening trip down memory lane?

After dinner and reminiscing, we headed downtown to the club. That’s where all resemblence to that earlier decade stopped. First, we had to navigate this web of flash and style and corporate sponsorship:

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Rather Blade Runner-esque, don’t you think? But I’m a sucker for lights, so I admit I enjoyed seeing this.

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Once we found ourselves in the right place, there were lines, airport-style security searches, and $8 glasses of wine in plastic cups. So very different that my 1980s days of being on the list, getting free drinks, and cutting to the front of the line. Times have changed!

We missed most of the first band, Cracker, which was a little after my time anyway. Next up was the New York Dolls – what’s left of them, anyway – which was a little before my time. I had seen them once during the 1980s and knew to expect only one thing – that they would be LOUD. So we retreated from the pit to cushy seats in the balcony.

(Seating! Upholstered seating! At a punk show! I’m still marvelling at the novelty of that.)

And they were – LOUD. But surprisingly good. I may or may not have developed a bit of a fangirl crush on Sylvain Sylvain, just a little, because I am weak in the presence of good guitarists. Weak, I tell you.

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After the Dolls played, we got up to wander and that’s when things got really un-1980s-ish. We weren’t allowed back in front of the pit, for lack of the right color of wristbands. We weren’t allowed back to the balcony seats we had scored earlier, because those were for actual ticket holders. We had to settle for way-back balcony seats. Which turned out to be fine, because there are monitors everywhere and an incredibly good sound system and really, it was kind of nice to not have to worry that I would be subject to crowd surfing due to alcohol-driven testosterone and the fact that I am often the shortest and therefore the most vulnerable person in the front row. Cushy seats? Not having to jostle for my customary front-and-left position, because it’s not an option? Hmmm, I could get used to this.

The only downside? No pictures. No video. Nada. Zilch. Bupkis. I was so far away at this point that even taking shots of the monitors resulted in nothing but a sad empty black blob. So I can only use words to tell you that Exene looked beautiful as always, this time with short bobbed hair, red tights, and red Christmas apron. I can only use words to tell you that I never in my life expected to hear a punk rendition of Santa Claus is Coming to Town, but I have now heard it and it was of course all sorts of awesome. And I can only use words to tell you that DJ’s drumming was probably the finest I’ve ever heard. You’ll have to trust me on all of this.

I can, however, tell you what shoes Exene was wearing! You knew I wouldn’t let you down, right? They were Frye harness boots, although from our nosebleed seats I couldn’t tell you if they were the 8R or the 12R model.

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I’m not really sure it matters exactly which ones they were, because both are gorgeous and classic and a little bit punk and come in about forty bazillion different colors. I could use some new boots! And if you could too, you can find them at Endless, where you can have them under your tree on Christmas eve if you order by 5pm PST on the 23rd.

Thanks again to Los Angeles Metblogs and lucindamichele for the tix! I had been having a not-so-stellar week, and this was a much-needed “X”mas surprise.


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I’ve got to be honest here – I didn’t expect to love these shoes. I fully expected to be sending them back, thinking they would fit much like the cute but not very comfortable El Naturalista Nokues I scored on eBay not long ago.

But when the box arrived from PlanetShoes.com, I opened it up with excited anticipation nonetheless. And the El Naturalista Organico mary janes were truly beautiful – so I decided to wear them around the house for a bit because I really, really wanted to keep them.

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What passes for autumn in Los Angeles.

And they seemed fine. Better than fine, actually – they seemed absolutely comfortable. So I decided to take a chance and wear them out and about, and headed to Alcove Cafe to meet Rose and Molly, to have a little urban adventure complete with Golden Retriever.

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Good dog Molly!

Before I talk about the shoes, I have to talk a bit about the fabulousness that is Alcove. How is it that this place has been around since 2004, but I have never been there? Oh, because it’s always crazy crowded, that’s why. But we got a semi-early start, and the wait wasn’t too bad. And even if it had been, my ham, asparagus and gruyere scramble was well worth waiting for. And so was the olive bread.

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Bad picture, good food.

Alcove is also known for their sweets, which most of you know I can’t have. But that didn’t stop me from taking pictures – everything was really gorgeous. I consoled myself by saying that they probably looked better than they tasted.

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Temple of Sweet.

From there we headed to Pasadena, where quality time was spent fondling new Mac products at the Apple Store, a couple other stops were made, and then we steeled ourselves for a trip to the giant Forever 21 in Old Town, where I kissed my principles goodbye and emerged with a new top, a new jacket, a couple of scarves, and some cute little owl-printed travel bags, all for less than I usually spend on a single garment. I tried really hard not to think about things like sweatshops and lead poisoning, focusing instead on my new jacket. And the fact that they let dogs in the store. I mean, they can’t be all bad, right?

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Entrance to Alcove, with scotty dog doorstop. I am smitten.

By now there had been quite a bit of walking done. My El Naturalistas were still quite comfortable. As we set out to take Molly on a nice long walk around the Rose Bowl, I briefly considered keeping them on, but decided to play it safe and switch to tried and true walking shoes. But it was nice knowing that I probably didn’t have to.

So, at the end of the day? The El Naturalista Organico mary janes were comfortable and supportive for a long day of walking and power shopping. I wouldn’t say they have quite the support of the Iggdrasils, which are probably the best shoe EN makes. And at first I thought they might rub a bit on that tendon on the top of my high arch – this was an unnecessary worry, because the leather is soft and flexible. So I’m giving them a point off for support, but in all other ways, these are a great pair of shoes for a day of gallivanting about, with or without a dog. But preferably with!

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The El Naturalista Organico Mary Jane is available at PlanetShoes.com for $119, in three colors: black, orange, and olive.picture-11

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This was the most amazing movie I’ve seen in a long time. It’s playing in Los Angeles through next weekend – definitely worth checking out.

ETA: the complete schedule, including showings outside of Los Angeles, can be found here.

My morning began with a ghetto bird overhead and the sounds of what turned out to be a shootout. Still waking up, I thought “Nah, that can’t be gunshots, it’s six in the morning and all the criminals are sleeping” – but, there you go. Some robbers are early risers, I guess.

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So I got up early this morning, and decided to start my day with a just-for-fun cruise down 4SBB.

At 4th and La Brea, I hit a red light. It’s early, but there’s still enough traffic to make it seem prudent to wait for a green to cross. Next to me is an unassuming-looking guy in a Jetta*, also seemingly waiting to cross La Brea. (I mean, he didn’t have a turn signal flashing. So he must be going straight, right?)

Light turns green. I start going straight. Guy starts turning right. I stop, he stops, throws up his arms in a “what’s the world coming to?” kind of gesture, rolls down his window and says “Stupid (c-word), I’ve been waiting for you to go!”

I can only assume that in his self-absorbed little world, he was going to make a right turn (without signalling, that is) so OF COURSE I couldn’t possibly have been waiting to do anything but make a right turn. Either that, or he expected me to cross a major thoroughfare against a red light and get out of his all-important way. Either way – WTF?

I just gave him stinkeye and shook my head at him and rode off. But not before he managed to get in one last dig: “Stupid (c-word), GET OUT OF THE STREET.”

Now that’s an original one. *rolls eyes*

*It’s worth pointing out that the guy didn’t look like the typical type that harasses bicyclists. I mean, he *looked* like a nice guy. Generally speaking, the not-nice guys don’t drive Jettas or other reasonably-sized cars. And they usually look a lot richer, or a lot more stylish, than this guy did. Just goes to show you, I guess.

Exene Cervenka is truly one of the most amazing people I’ve ever encountered. The first time I saw her was in the very early 1980s, when her band X was at the same rehearsal studio as my then-boyfriend’s band. This is the first time I ever saw her band play in a club, when I was a very young little punk who couldn’t even cough up the $9.50 for admission. Fortunately, I managed to get on the list, and my life suddenly became something it hadn’t been before.

From that night on, I was there at every show that X (and their side project, The Knitters) played in Los Angeles throughout the 1980s. To me, Exene was like the cool older sister who I simply adored. Los Angeles during that time was an incredibly alienating place, and as countless others have said, hearing Exene’s words made things a little less lonely.

Fast forward a few years, and things began to change. Bands broke up and people moved away and there were marriages and kids and I went to school and got a “real” job, and somewhere along the way X stopped playing and all the good clubs closed down and I stopped going out and became an internet geek. Then a few years ago, both X and The Knitters began to play occasionally. I hesitated at first, thinking that after 20 years things couldn’t possibly be the same, but I’ve gone to a few of these shows and they consistently KICK ASS. But things really aren’t the same – the clubs are usually scary and corporate (hello House of Blues, I’m talking to you) and the vibe is usually weird and I’ve never felt that “suddenly, it’s 1985 all over again” feeling before.

Until last Friday night. The Knitters played in Hollywood at Safari Sam’s, a club I hadn’t even heard of before but will definitely go to again. Housed in what I’m pretty sure used to be a strip club, it’s comfortable and civilized and totally not corporate. Both of the opening bands, Amy Farris and Dead Rock West, were excellent – their booker really knows what he’s doing, and I’m definitely going to keep an eye out for future shows by others.

But The Knitters. Oh, The Knitters! I first saw them many, many years ago at the late, great Cathay de Grande, and it was transcendent. And I’m happy to say that Friday night was much the same. For one all-too-short hour or so, it really was 1985 all over again. There was no underemployment or George Bush or car payment or 4-digit rent, there was no global warming or corporate whoring or $3.50 per gallon gas.

There was music and dancing and singing and community and the hope of a counterculture. And in these times, I’d say that’s a pretty damn near perfect night.

Pictures, top to bottom:

  1. Me in my 1955 Chevy, en route to a club, circa 1986.
  2. Exene with the Knitters, probably at the Roxy, 1985 or early 1986. Taken during my brief career as a rock journalist.
  3. The Knitters less Dave Alvin, Friday night.
  4. Exene, Friday night.
  5. Exene’s boots. Yes, she has good shoes too!

And my blog post title comes from this Porter Wagoner song, covered by the Knitters.

My coming of age pretty much coincided with the rise of the band X, who I loved from the beginning and still listen to. Today there was a fantastic bit on KPCC from X’s Exene Cervenka, which can be found right here. She talked a bit about Los Angeles and Venice, when she first arrived here, which was just moments before yours truly did, and boy-oh-man did her words hit home.

I had heard that a while ago she moved from Los Angeles to to Jefferson City, Missouri. I got curious as to what else she’s been up to, and found this interview in which she explained why she left.

I don’t really like L.A. much anymore. It’s a hideous city. The weather’s nice sometimes. It’s just too crowded for me and too claustrophobic and too aggressive and too scary, and too chaotic. Did I say chaotic already? I like the country. I like quiet.

Smart woman, that Exene. More about her, including further thoughts about how Los Angeles has gone wrong in this interview.

Photograph by this guy. More photos of X can be seen here.

While the rest of my apartment is still in flux, the kitchen – save for a really small dining table that I have yet to find – is done. It’s even been through my official initiation process – the roasting of a chicken. Success!

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I’ll probably pick up this table from Ikea in a couple weeks, but I’m hoping something more unique turns up at a yard sale or a thrift store.

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Next up: the story of my Tord from Target. Like Amy*, I thought it was going to be a "No Tord for you!" moment, but in typical Chez Shoes fashion, I lucked out. And now that I’m relatively settled, I’m all about the holiday decor.

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*Check out her fantastic winter banner! I’m in love with that snowman.

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