It’s the Little Things

Dear hippie lady walking up Topanga Canyon in Chatsworth,

You made my day.
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It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an exuberant burst of unrestrained color and charisma. No one walks on this overheated stretch of street, but there you were, in that crazy pornge skirt made of scarves (I have one too, they’re forty bucks at Follow Your Heart) and your hippie chick hair, striding up the street with a sense of purpose.

You were prolly headed to Starbucks, but I didn’t see that, so I’m left with my glorious mental snapshot of you distracting every single driver as we all sat there, dull on our ways to work, waiting for the light to change, watching you car-free and postively bursting with energy and color, a reminder that we all could choose to live life more lushly.

4 Replies to “It’s the Little Things”

  1. Finally! A post that values and recognizes eccentrics rather than make fun of them. What a boring world we’d live in if everyone followed the latest fashion.

  2. There’s no such thing as originality in LA. Everyone is a conformist just like everyone else.

  3. The cafe at Follow Your Heart has great food.

    I actually stumbled across it, completely by accident, searching for a breakfast place while my car was being serviced.

    And C.A. ….I’d say for that particular part of The Valley, this lady is *definitely* an original ; )

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