pics and text and a song, oh my.

This is just right down the street from me.

I know, it’s brilliant.

There really aren’t words.

And today, I decided to walk to my yoga class. It was just down the mountain a little ways. Plus, I didn’t have a car, which really made my decision an easy one. And it was a nice little stroll, too.

Other than the guy who drove by me, pulled a u-turn and then coasted nice and slow right next to me. He kept telling me that he was here for me and I didn’t need to walk. I was like, “Thanks, but I’m good.” Then he assured me that he was a cop. But see, he was driving a really beat up old car. He had super long grey hair. And teeth that made me think of a shark or something. I just got the feeling that he wasn’t a cop. And that I didn’t want to get in his car. Call me crazy.

And then I happened upon this little store.

I love how it let’s you know the hours, but then specifies that it runs on “Topanga Time.” That just made me smile.

I met the owner of the shop, too.

It’s all local handmade pieces. And the shop is called Red-Handed. This is because two redheads own it and it’s all handmade. Cute. After we talked for a while, she looked at me quite seriously and asked if I was a “real redhead.” I got the feeling that this was really important to her, being a redhead, and I wished in that moment that I could tell her that I was.

But alas, I said I wasn’t and her look of disappointment wasn’t lost on me.

Oh well, perhaps I will go back and buy something and therefore restore her faith in me.

And then I saw this as I was walking home.

I liked it so much that I crossed the street to snap a picture.

And I wrote a song yesterday. There’s something about the air here in the mountains; makes you want to sing about just nearly everything.

Forgive me, I haven’t yet memorized the lyrics, so I am reading the words on my computer screen.  But to make up for it, you get to see Jason and Darby’s bathroom, which is a real treat.

enjoy.