I haven’t been back to the East Coast since we moved west in December, so I’m happy to say that I’ll be heading to Charleston, S.C., this weekend to celebrate the impending wedding of one of my nearest and dearest. The wedding isn’t til May, but a pre-nuptial ladies’ weekend is in order and I’m pumped for some beach time, Chucktown bar-hopping and QT with the bride-to-be. There’s little I love more (or know better) than the Carolina shore in April, so packing for this trip will be a breeze. Going in my bag: several shades of blue, loose knits, summerweight scarves and crisp whites.
Clockwise, from upper left: Madewell Pyramid Top, Basta Surf Strappy Bandeau Bikini, Joie Kennedi Tote, Topshop Abstract Letter Scarf, Super Ciccio Sunglasses, Report Silverton Flats, Theory Gwena Stretch Linen Blend Shorts, Mango Striped Knit Jersey Sweater
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.
It’s about this time every year that I’m thoroughly and completely tired of all things fall and winter (and no, it’s not like it takes much to get me to that point – but you get the idea). So let’s fast-forward to, say, early March and start transitioning just a bit, shall we?
Like clockwork, I start seriously craving travels to tropical locales about this time every year. In recent years I’ve been able to satiate that desire (as I’ll sacrifice just about anything for a trip to a faraway warm land), but this year our cross-country move prevented any such travels. And given that earlier this week temps on the West Coast got pretty frosty – yes, there was actually some frost in SF – I’ve got the travel bug now more than ever.
I’ll have to settle for a little roof-lounging in mid-60s sunshine over the weekend, but to those of you who are lucky enough to be heading off somewhere sultry, bon voyage!
Clockwise, from upper left: Super Gals Sunglasses, Topshop Latte Fringed Maxi Cover Up, Volcom Embrace the Tote, Zimmerman Ruffled Strapless Americana Bikini, Anthropologie Variance Floppy Hat, J Brand Deconstructed Cutoffs, Madewell Slingback Boardwalk Sandals
Not trying to be a wet blanket, but January is pretty much the lamest of all months. The holidays are over, New Year’s resolutions have got us feeling guilty about any and all things fun and spring is nowhere in sight. There is one redeeming bright spot to this oh-so-cold month, however – all those things you’ve been eying all fall (but that Santa didn’t get the memo on) are now on serious sale, so it’s an excellent time for a little To: Me, Love: Me present action. And the best part? No thank you notes.
Don’t be fooled by the sunshine in these photos – snow doesn’t lie, and it was in fact quite chilly out on this dock this past weekend at Lake Tahoe. That said, the views were more than enough to entice me out there and proved well worth the clumsy trek through deep snowbanks. And it didn’t hurt that this coat is the warmest thing I own – those Canadians sure know their outerwear.
One of the perks of our new apartment is the easy access to our building’s roof and the views of San Francisco (and beyond) from that vantage point – something I’ve been unaccustomed to as a non-city dweller for most of my life. Though we are most certainly still buried in a sea of boxes, the sea is becoming ever-so-slightly smaller, and the other night we took ourselves out on a welcome-to-the-city dinner date, heading up to the roof for some of those “whoa, we live here” moments beforehand.
Hoping by this weekend the sea will be more like a puddle, but that may be a bit optimistic – let’s just plan for something of a pond.