I spent the past few days up in the Napa Valley at the inaugural Bottle Rock music festival and I feel a bit like I’ve just returned from some sort of awesome NorCal utopia. The festival was everything I wanted it to be and more, with sets by favorites Best Coast, the Alabama Shakes, the Black Keys, Jackson Browne, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros (and a zillion other badass groups), plus Napa wine and food, festival fashion, and a whole lotta sunshine. We posted up at the Silverado Resort, which has a serious Caddyshack vibe (in the loveliest of ways, I promise) and were able to spend some time exploring downtown Napa due to the excellent placement of the festival grounds.
All in all, a very successful first year for a festival that I hope becomes an annual tradition.
Given how sunny and spring-like things have been around here lately, it’s difficult not to channel the season (even on the days that are decidedly neither sunny nor spring-like). I found this blazer on mega-sale around the corner and couldn’t resist – it seemed like just the thing for warm-ish days, or to combat the San Francisco fog on less-than-warm days. Let’s hope the fog monster keeps it in check for a bit.
I’ve been MIA lately, I know. And I have good reason, having started a new job, done a bit of traveling and hosted some visiting friends – but truth be told, I’ve really just been out soaking up the oh-so-awesome sunshine that’s come out in all its glory over the past couple of weeks. It’s amazing what happens when spring does its springing and anyone and everyone comes out of the woodwork with something of a smile on their faces. Highlights of my past few weeks include a seaside bachelorette weekend in Charleston, S.C., wine-tasting in the Russian River Valley, picknicking (and more picnicking) with everyone – yes, everyone – across San Francisco’s many parks, and some Sunday-afternoon Pacific beach lounging.
So, yeah, that’s what I’ve been doing: sun-chasing. Highly recommend it.
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
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.