A few days back I posted about visiting the Corcoran Gallery of Art on 17th and E in NW DC. After zipping through the contemporary art exhibits (they weren't vast but they were of an exceptional quality) I still had an extra 30 or so minutes left of my parking meter. Since it was such a beautiful early spring day, I decided to keep walking until I stumbled upon something else interesting.
Little did I know that I would find ... *drum roll* ... the White House. Now, I was born in NW DC and grew up just a couple miles outside the city limits but I can't remember the last time (or first time) I saw the White House. It seems unfathomable that I can't recall a trip to the White House with relatives on some tourist excursion or with a gaggle of school girls in matching black-watch plaid jumpers back in elementary school (that was our adorable uniform).
The one memory I have of the White House was attending the annual Easter egg roll on the South Lawn sometime during the Bush years wearing an ugly corduroy lavender dress and a Peter Pan blouse... but even then, it was the back exterior of the White House with which I am familiar.
Naturally I geeked out and took some tourist pictures (of which I normally adamantly oppose). I love the first picture at the top of the post because of the rich colors and the stately silhouettes of the tree on the right. Oh and in the second picture, how about those floral jeans? I bought them in Shanghai and they are the only printed pants so far that have been both comfortable and flattering.
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