Last Friday was one of Scott's [every other] Friday's off. We usually try to go out to breakfast or lunch, and this time, when I suggested my favorite little French bistro in Manhattan Beach, he trumped me with a downtown suggestion. He had found an old copy of Los Angeles Magazine and they had a review for a little hole-in-the-wall downtown, near skid row, and he had to try it. And he had to drag me there. Near skid row.
You know what? It was really good! It's called the Nickel Diner, and it looks like a throwback to the 50's, but I think it's newer.
The menu seemed to very diner, but the food we ordered had a definite modern spin. It was really delicious, and even more delicious to have time alone with this guy.
Since we were downtown, and it turned out to be only a stones throw from the fashion district, I decided to drag Scott with me to pick up more organza. It's fun taking someone who doesn't usually go down there, because the first time you walk the fabric streets, your head spins.
It's a completely different world.
So much of it is apparel oriented, but it's so fun to people watch. I wonder where those guys are going with all those bolts? Are they manufacturers, or fabric purveyors?
These shops are short on display inspiration, but big on selection and color. We got what I needed, walked around a little more and then headed out. I can take only so much of downtown. Really, it's very overwhelming for me.
Yesterday, I stayed a little closer to home and went to the nice, expensive fabric store. I'm in pouch-production-mode, and needed inspiration beyond what I had at hand; plus, I ran out of some lining fabrics. I tried to be prudent and thrifty, but still came home with this selection:
Owls. Do you see them? I really needed the owls.






