Our next stop after Santa Barbara, and before Joshua Tree, was at The Farmer's Daughter Hotel in "Gloss Angeles", as the five-year-old calls it.
What's not to love about trough-like bathroom faucets, garden trellis headboards and chicken wallpaper?
I loved all the clever farm related graphics from the signage all the way down the note pads. There was lots of kitch artwork as well, like grandma's dishs hanging next to the bed, and random oil paintings of things like cabbage and bacon.
After a late afternoon dip in the pool, we warmed up with coffee and hot chocolates.
TFD was converted to this adorable, sexy little boutique hotel nine years ago, when it was nothing but a run down, dirty hotel that no one noticed (except for some hookers and drug dealers). I love the above treatment to an otherwise tired old brick wall. Slap some chunky wood pieces on top of it and you have this great new look that evokes a rustic, farm vibe.
I'm guessing The Farmer's Daughter got it's name and theme by being right across the street from the decades-old Farmer's Market, housing stalls of fine food, wine and desserts.
If you can believe it, I actually found something vegan among the all the stalls of bbq meet, deep-fried this-n-that, and dessert food.
But the real foodie treat for everyone was breakfast downstairs in our hotel at TART. The kids indulged in fried chicken on waffles with cinnamon butter. (They told me it was good ;)
After breakfast, we headed down the street to the La Brea Tar Pits (LOVED) before heading into the desert for a night at the Tiki Hut (more to come on that!)