I wasn't sure we would get to stop here this time going through L.A., so I didn't get my hopes up. I felt a visit was optional. L.A. traffic is just crazy!
But once you step through the doors, you forget all that. In fact, I practically forget to breathe. . .
Just a stroll through the rooms and my head fills with inadequate superlatives.
Surging inspiration. . . . A shop like no other. . . . But always with some little down to earth touches like the vintage glassware that I already own some of. Only mine never looks quite this good. . . .
I think that I may have lost consciousness for a moment somewhere about here. . .
What more is there to say?
If you ever get a chance to float through. . . . Do. . . .
Join me at