Detox

These past two weeks have been killer on Brady and I. I have had the cold from hell and Brady has been absolutely swamped at work. We have had no time (and I had no energy) to do anything fun or interesting. On Friday night, I actually had a sobbing breakdown over being sick for so long and not being able to do anything. That was probably being a tad dramatic, but I was really sick of it.

To get us out of our funk, Brady took me to The Getty in Los Angeles.

Not only does The Getty house some amazing art, the grounds are just phenomenal. Brady said it perfectly when he said that strolling the gardens was "detoxifying."



We walked through all the exhibits, sat outside and enjoyed the sunshine, chatted about art, chatted about life. It was like a wonderful mini-vacation.



Brady is so enigmatic sometimes. He can be such a guy's guy, his knowledge of sports is scary, he likes his meat and potatoes, he is obsessed with football, he hates shopping. But then we go to an art museum and his knowledge of art amazes me. I took a lot of art history classes in college but Brady still blows me out of the water with his knowledge. And he genuinely likes going to museums and looking at art. He has such a fantastic memory, he can recall all kinds of details he learned about artists and paintings years ago. I hope Baby Brady gets his memory because mine is crap.

The day was such a perfect, beautiful Southern California day of sunshine and art. It was also a great day of reconnecting with the husband after a prolonged period of crazy work hours, stuffy noses, and me going to bed at 8:00 p.m.

And I found this photograph, I have made it my new life mission to find a print of it for my home. This is "Gypsy Rose Lee and Her Girls" by Ralph Steiner. Gypsy Rose Lee was a burlesque dancer in the 1940s. I love the flamboyant costumes, the sign that says "curves ahead," and of course, the Louis Vuitton luggage. I must have this print.

I came up with another life mission today at The Getty. I want to touch a famous Impressionist painting. I want to feel the clumps of paint that Monet or Van Gogh placed so painstakingly on a canvas. I know that touching paintings is highly frowned upon, so I am going to wait until I am a little old lady to do it. Nobody would mess with a little old lady fulfilling a life mission, right?