Artist Date

I designated today as my “Artist Date” per Julia Cameron's suggestion in her book, An Artist’s Way. 

Rather than sticking to my three-dish lunch combo at Erewhon, I ventured into Spicy Town and ordered a large serving of Buffalo Cauliflower seasoned with sriracha.  My tongue and taste buds burned in a good way through to the finish.  Dee-li-shus!  No water or any drink needed or wanted.

Next stop, an artisanal chocolate shop, where I sampled a dot of organic dark chocolate with sea salt and bought a teeny-weeny bar. 

Wandering in and out of boutiques, soaking in the ambiance, scents, and displays, I met with either welcoming or snobbish staff.  Genuine smiles and greetings encourage me to buy whether or not intending to.  I marveled at handmade, delicate jewelry and divine but way over-priced clothing that the Housewives of Wherever or Ladies of London would wear.  My hands glided over the flowy and velvety soft fabrics of dreamy robes.  I flipped through the sizes but they didn’t have them in mine.  I tried one on anyway.  Four sizes too large, it puddled on the floor, and I laughed.  I thought, "Nothing sexy about this at all!"

Hubby and I met up.  Ready for dinner, we shared a four-star meal of arugula, cheese, and caramelized pecan salad and a plate of roasted lamb belly at a restaurant in Manhattan Beach. Great food and service.

Satisfied and heading home, we shared the events of our day, interspersed with comfortable moments of silence. 

I love my Artist Dates!