looking for a little grass shack...

the leader of the pack

 

 

a nice crowd

 

mister sings along

A few weeks ago, the mister, nephew, a sister a-go-go, and I headed out to Baywood Park to hang out with the Baywood Ukulele Social Club. After lunching on yummy sandwiches at The Back Bay Cafe, we headed out to the lawn near the bay to lay out a pair of blankets before settling down for the entertainment. Jim D'Ville, our fearless leader, is a right nifty uke leader. He teaches you to play by ear and encourages even the lamest of us uke players (I'm refering to myself here) to play along. Mister and I did not bring our ukes but will definitely bring them along for the August meeting if we haven't left for our mini road trip. Ukuleles are still proving to be the hipster instrument. Check out your city to see if there is a social club floating about, you never know.

*cross posted to goin' with the a-go-gos because...well...we went somewhere fun! 

{mis}adventures

always love an arrow

surprise pinecone

on Garden St.

 I'm currently camped out on the sofa sick with an ick that I hope is only a cold. Gah! There are still craft boxes to sort. I got two of them open last week and started sorting items into groupings of similar things but those groupings have decided to throw a rave and are now ALL OVER the darn place. I have way too much crafting stuff and should never step foot into a craft store again. Oy.

at Nautical Bean

the holiday carousel

christmas carp

Before I got sick, we lady a-go-gos headed out for a {mis}adventure where we thought we were going for tea but it was all a misunderstanding (more on that later). Instead, we split sandwiches at a favorite cafe, wandered about downtown (which I really never do), discovered a nifty retro store with walk-in brow waxing (whoo-hoo!) and enjoyed our day. I also picked up (and since returned) a pair of shoes (the search continues).

We wandered around and passed by the mission where I admitted I still needed to visit. Looks like the mama a-go-go and I will have a date soon as she hasn't been either. We live in a pretty nifty town. Wandering is always pretty and parking is a deal. I need to wander more often.

And, because I rode my bike from the tiny casa to the homestead, the mister tied my new shoes down for me and I pedaled back home to wrap gifts and work on projects (and let the mister get back to monkey making) before the light faded away.

abandoned pink

On Superbowl Sunday we went out for a photo day with a flickr friend. We left before 8am and hit up the James Dean Memorial and Jack Ranch Cafe just in time for pie and coffee. More about that on goin' with the a-go-gos.

Mister drove and we hollered out stop every time something caught our fancy. There were hills and shadows and all sorts of pretty but I think the best find of the day was this abandoned salmon pink auto garage. It was pink people. Salmon pink! How awesome is that?

While the mister kept an eye out in the sun, Adrianna and I s l o w l y crept inside taking cautious photos here and there and only startling once when a cat appeared out of nowhere. It was rickety and crickety inside as the wind blew the tin this-way and that but the light was so pretty. A meadowlark camped out on the tippy-top of the building sing-songing away as we took picture after picture of the dark and dusty space.

I can't tell if the artist of these stars was going for anarchy or spooky devil stuff, either way it cracked me up. We need some original taggers to make their way here don't ya think?