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.
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.
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.
Whenever possible, I prefer to walk to get where I’m going; I just generally find it to be the most pleasurable way to get from point A to point B (in most cases). So when I moved to San Francisco, I found that careful planning of all walks was imperative to avoid unexpectedly walking up hills that are basically vertical faces, in both directions. I’ve started figuring out where the real beasts are (and luckily my neighborhood is pretty flat, at least by SF standards), and I’m able to avoid them when I want – but I’ve also learned something else: bigger hills=awesome views. Tradeoffs.