...it's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...
Here's another reason this NoCal girl prefers SoCal these days: the Camarillo Premium Outlets.
When I told Betty that I needed some shoes and pants for work, she said, "I know just the place." Now I've been to the Vacaville outlets many times, and when I'm in Sacramento I usually go to the Folsom outlets, but neither compares to the Disneyland for shoppers known as Camarillo. I understand now how people can afford to live in L.A. The money you can save here is good for at least a couple of mortgage payments.
They got Nine West, Ann Taylor, Diesel, Bebe, Nike, Saks, Jones New York, Big Dog, the list goes on and on. The place was packed with people. I got a $70 pair of platform slides for $39 and the perfect khaki pencil skirt for work. Also a Timberland shirt for the boyfriend's birthday coming up. Unfortunately the summer shorts I've been needing eluded me. I have to go back.
Two additional attractions: it's on the flight path of the Camarillo airport and it's next door to a bunch of strawberry farms. I think I saw a P-38 landing, and afterwards we drove down the road and got fresh strawberries. So I'm a happy camper.
Heh. The only shirt I ever bought in Camarillo ended up having my troop number sewed on to the left sleeve.
If only I'd known about the platform slides!
What are platform slides, anyway?
Camarillo was once known principally for its mental institution, the State Hospital for the Insane, and also for a place to kick alcohol addiction.
When the LPS Act was discontinued, it was closed down or became something else.
Now it is upscale for Yuppies (Yes, Annie, that's you Young Upward-Mobile Professionals). Go figure.
Posted by: shelly on May. 28, 2006Yes, Charlie Parker went there to kick the habit.
Posted by: annika on May. 28, 2006haha, nice one Shelly.
Posted by: annika on May. 29, 2006Correct; and you went there to feed yours...
Posted by: shelly on May. 29, 2006The P-38 is my favorite WWII plane, not because it was the most important, I just love it's stunning good looks. I've heard flyers weren't getting enough range out of them on long Pacific legs and that Charles Lindbergh, who had quit the Air Corps Commission and was against voluntary entry into the war by the U.S., ended up fixing the problem by instructing pilots to lean their mixtures more- thus saving fuel. So simple no one had thought of it.
Recently we built a coffee shop for a client. To make sure the second matched the first I visited his original shop which caters to the northeast Atlanta politically correct crowd. By the cash register I found a stack of flyers opposing the local airport (I learned to fly at) for noise and the fear of bigger planes- you know- the usual stuff.
One day this client overheard me at the new store talking to my co-workers about my latest flying experience and the owner chimed in telling me he too was a private pilot but hadn't flown for some time, blah, blah, blah. I rolled my eyes and walked away.