Some of my best longtime buddies came to visit this weekend (SF for the visitor-luring win, again) and despite clouds and fog, the reunion made for a very cheerful couple of days. So cheerful, in fact, that I couldn’t be bothered to photograph any of it (seriously – my sides are still sore from all the laughter). I did manage to remember my camera when we brought Milo out to Ocean Beach, where he was very pleased to discover plenty of gulls to harass.
Visitors are always an excellent excuse to continue to explore the San Francisco restaurant scene, and we hit up Greens, a classic vegetarian spot in a gorgeous space along the marina, and Little Star Pizza, which more than satiated my deep-dish pizza craving. It’s kind of blowing my mind as I realize how I’ll never run out of awesome dining options (of all shapes and sizes) to explore.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend, filled with lots of gull-chasing and eating, obviously.
Music festival season is nearly upon us my friends, and while I won’t be heading south to Indio this month, I’m already planning my festival attire anyway. The Bay Area is playing host to its own awesome music celebration this spring, with Bottlerock hitting the Napa Valley in May, and I certainly won’t be missing that. Music fest getups should be easy but fun, and comfortable footwear is of the utmost importance, since no one likes traipsing around festival fields/gravel/mud pits in heels. Other things to take into consideration are sun and heat, so easy fabrics and sun protection are key.
Happy music festing!
From left: Topshop Crop Broderie Shell, Mango Tencel Long Skirt, Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent Fallon Sandals; Ace&Jig Duo Racerback Tank, A.L.C. Camden Striped Shorts, Sam Edelman Petty Boots;San Diego Hat Company Paper Braid Wide Brim Fedora, Topshop Mexican Bodice Dress, Ancient Greek Sandals Niki Metallic Strappy Slides
Almost forgot – a comfy bag big enough to carry all the essentials:
Though I most certainly dig Easter dresses and all their flowy pastel goodness, I went in a bit of a different direction for brunch this past Sunday. I’ll admit this romper is kind of an odd choice, but something about the combo of bell sleeves and bohemian daisies seemed particularly appropriate for Easter in San Francisco. And as I’ve expressed time and time again, I’m a sucker for all things mint.
Forgive the amount of food-related photos in this post; I’m still recovering from a sugar overload (thanks, Mom). Besides consuming an extremely unhealthy amount of candy, I spent the weekend in the kitchen (baking this and mixing up this) and finding an awful lot of Easter color throughout somewhat rainy San Francisco.
Here’s what I dig about Easter Weekend: No matter how much snow is on the ground, no matter how many layers of pastels are necessary to bear the frigid temps, folks everywhere seem to embrace – demand, rather – this particular weekend as the official start of spring, regardless of the cooperation of the weather. Speaking on behalf of my East Coast nearest and dearest, get with the program, Mother Nature.
Zara leather skirt, Adolfo Dominguez top, Madewell chambray shirt, Cleobella clutch, Paolo wedges, Stella & Dot necklace
San Francisco was completely cloaked in fog when I got home from work yesterday, so our sunny weekend in Palm Springs seems particularly far away right about now. All the same, it’s nearly April so I can’t help but want to think only about sunshine and warm weather, and I know you East Coasters have got to be feeling the same since things should be getting warm there after all. Think those warm thoughts, lovelies; meanwhile, I’ll pretend that I never left the SoCal desert.
As a big fan of most things tropical, I made a serious beeline across the store when I spotted this flamingo-printed top in Zara recently. It works pretty perfectly as part of a resort look, but I’ll be just as happy to pair it with jeans and blazers back in San Francisco (where things are a good deal cooler than they were in Palm Springs, the site of these photos). Bonus: The print might be just sunny enough to keep me warm on the especially foggy SF days.
This photo is a fairly accurate summary of my weekend
The dude and I escaped south to Palm Springs this weekend, and our few days in the desert did not disappoint. We posted up at the Riviera Palm Springs, which had quite the lively vibe and a very fun (but slightly too crowded) pool scene. The grounds and rooms were absolutely lovely, however – somewhat reminiscent of their Rat Pack roots – and I wouldn’t have chosen another spot as our hotel for our first trip there. The Riviera’s Spa Terre was fantastic, complete with a wide array of treatments and beautifully decorated lounge and pool areas, and I would highly recommend a visit to anyone traveling in the area.
We also did a good bit of exploring of downtown and the surrounding area, taking a little trip up to Mount San Jacinto State Park via the Palm Springs Aerial Tramway, which provided sweeping views of the Coachella Valley. As a native of the Southeast, I’m continually awestruck at the terrain out here; there’s just nothing at all like it on the East Coast, and there’s something awfully romantic about rugged desert. In downtown Palm Springs, we managed to find some really tasty restaurants (loved Spencer’s and Cheeky’s) despite some rumors I’d heard of a lack of great food there. Lots of Palm Springs remains to be explored however, and I can say I’ll definitely be back.