As time has gone by, and as I have donated much of my wardrobe before my move to London, I realize the importance of Cashmere. The first time I owned a cashmere sweater was in the 11th grade, and my mother made me keep it in a ziplock bag. I thought she was crazy. I was wrong. Cashmere is not something to throw around, and certainly not something to throw in your closet under your shoes. I’m sure they are on sale places now, and I would get them while you can. I can’t seem to take mine off in this London fog.
I go to yoga and notice what other girls wear. I know that’s not the point of the whole thing. It’s to open your breath, your heart, your body to change and let go of everything else. Nothing feels better than walking out of a yoga class still glistening from your last vinyasa and stepping out into the cool San Francisco air. If you’re like me, you don’t like to go right home and wash it all off. I usually like to go get a smoothie or take a walk. Breathe easy in your post yoga bliss.
Remember when you were little and your parents would take you to the toy store and say- ”you can only get one toy”? Oh the pain and the sadness, but then there was that one toy. Being an adult with a fiscally irritating conscience lends the same type of dilemma- to choose the very best piece of clothing. I always adhere to the standard; if you don’t love it, don’t buy it. It’s a waste of money, resources and valuable closet space. So how to choose that one lovely shiny object? Try it on and see if it makes you feel and look your best. Then there’s always a second opinion.
There wasn’t much light left and I was changing on a bench along the bay by Marina Green. The long stretch of grass was all set up for America’s Cup, the boat race this weekend and my sister and I raced to get this shoot done before the sun set. I’ve been a little camera shy for a while (to say the least) but taking photographs of potential outfits for this weekend with my best friend made the whole thing fun, instead of awkward. She and I have an awkward sense of humor anyway. For example there were people running by as I was changing and my sister bluntly said “you’re in a sports bra, it’s fine.” Meagan was wearing her long blonde hair in a sumo like bun atop her head and I just couldn’t stop smiling inside at the hilarity of it all. Two girls in their mid twenties taking pictures by the boats that weren’t sailing and racing to get it all done before it got too dark. Take a look at my nautical inspiration and my cute new boat shoes by Tsubo.
Boat Shoes by Tsubo
Photos By Meagan Ruiz; Shoes courtesy of Tsubo
I live in a stark white loft that leaves little room for inspiration. Thank GOD for the INTERNET! I am compiling photos of decorating ideas because I am horrendously challenged when it comes to filling such a large space with such white walls. Add on the fact that I live with a man who is completely content with the minimalist look and that makes my job that much harder. Take a look at my picks so far.
Outside Lands may take place in our charming Golden Gate Park, but it brings together the likes of international musicians, and a crowd so diverse it’s hard to imagine they’re all there for the same music. Here’s a handful of attendees, all from different walks of life (and parts of the country) brought together by the music, the city and an eff’n great time.
“Outside Lands was AMAZING. Absolutely worth the flight up from LA and the crazy-long lines to get in. It was so great getting to see such an awesome line-up and such a fun event. Tons of friends from all over Cali made it and we had an incredible weekend together.” -Abby Varinsky, Los Angeles, CA
“It was three days of non stop music, running into old friends, and delicious food from Andalu. Even though I couldn’t make calls to anyone, all and all I’d say it was one of the best weekends ever, not to mention the perfect occasion to dirty up my Chuck Taylors.” -Meagan Ruiz, Marina, SF
“This was my last weekend in SF before I went back East for school. It was great to have a whole weekend just to hang out with my friends, see some great bands, and of course hit up the wine tent!” -Jenn Mattson, Pittsburgh, PA
“The highlights of my Outside Lands weekend were seeing one of my favorite bands Dispatch, and discovering new music such as White Denim and Portugal. The Man. The food was as delicious as the music, too– with sweet potato fries from Pacific Catch to a vanilla chocolate cupcake from Kara’s. An overall fantastic weekend.” -Gillian Croen, Mission, SF
“You can’t tell in the pic, but I wore black skinnies, a black crop top, vintage black and gold shirt and San Franpsycho sunglasses” – Megan Mobley, San Francisco, CA
And there you have it, five different groups of ladies meshed together in one park, all having an amazing and unforgettable experience at Outside Lands. I know this girl wouldn’t have survived without the music, friends, food, and my comfy tsubo boat shoes.
The sun set at almost the same time every night on Long Beach Island, but the view was always different. One day I’d be walking along a bay separating the island from New Jersey, and the other day I’d be sitting on a roof top drinking Pinot Grigio while feeling a warm breeze in the air. For eight days I stayed without internet or my usual SF creature comforts in a vintage cottage not far from the Atlantic Ocean. It wasn’t my first time visiting the east coast, but it was very different from my last visit. The air in august sticks to you and makes you sweat in between your toes. There are little mosquito’s buzzing around trying to eat you while you walk around at night. It was so very uncomfortable in so many ways and yet, so comforting at the same time. Knowing that the people there cared about the place enough not to litter. That the same families had been going there for generations, and that there wasn’t anyone named snookie within 50 miles. There was a stability in the climate not often seen by San Francisco, and more importantly there were always hot doughnuts in the morning and a gorgeous sunset at night.
In case you haven’t noticed lately, I’ve become quite the little home maker. I realized my dreams were coming to fruition last night when my boyfriend and his friend walked in with the candles lit, churro playing, and Miles Davis bellowing out of the ipad. We are a very modern couple in a very technological age, and yet we both appreciate craftsmanship that is either very very pricey or only found in vintage items. This makes home making particularly problematic when dealing with a single income family and a cat that costs more per pound than a fillet mignon. Don’t worry, we don’t eat her, we just take her to the vet a lot and buy her lots of toys. We are very conscientious parents. Anyway, we had yet to find a full set of china because our standards did not fit our budget. That was until today. I found 1961 vintage Kaysons china in mint condition! A set of nine so that we can have a large dinner party and all of the plates will match. Now I really feel like a grown up.
Love the way sand feels when it tickles your toes, but hate the dirt and grime you have to wash off? Laline Dead Sea Salt Body scrub whisks away impurities and leaves your skin smelling delicious. I happily stopped by their summer kick off party and snapped some up in my goody bag.