So after the plane was delayed for half and hour, and the spoiled whining triplets and their hundred year old parents were done clipping their childrens nails behind us (yeah...), my mother and I landed in Santa Ana, and went right to Laguna beach. It was a beautiful day, and we walked around a bit along the beach, and stopped by a vintage shop we went to last time we came down called "Tippe Canoes". I found a great 1950s purple silk flower dress and cream mary widow, pictures on that dress later.
Leopard pants. Rawr.
A local painter.
Just ignore the yellow caution tape, I'm not quite sure what that was about...