So Many (Too Many?) Fashion Blogs

Wow, there are a ton. It’s hard to keep up, and there is a lot of content that seems repetitive. But sometimes its the perfect way to waste a rainy afternoon. So, here you go, the result of mother nature keeping me stuck indoors long enough to poke around the internet.

A rainy day reading list:

Pink Peonies

Gary Pepper Girl

Sincerely Jules


Collage Vintage

Damsel in Dior


Wanderlust (and Golden Gate Park)

I never would have thought a few years ago that I would be traveling across the world and across the country in the years to come. Here’s to some good travel karma, and the chance to do what I never thought I could. This weekend has been an amazing close to a difficult but wonderful chapter of my life, and fundraising for CCFA has allowed me to give back in a really concrete way. But it also gave me the chance to connect with people who had the same struggles, and many who are still struggling. Needless to say I feel so incredibly grateful and hopeful that continuing research will bring an end to the disease. Here are some beautiful shots from the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park. A gorgeous place, located in a must see park in San Francisco. You could literally spend a day wandering to and from the botanical gardens, bison enclosure, various ponds, Chinese Tea Garden, De Young Modern Art Museum, California Academy of Sciences, historic bandstand, polo field, and scenic bath houses (and I’m sure I’m leaving something out). This park is huge, much larger than Central Park, and not nearly as crowded.


Race Day!

We did it team Fair/West! We made it all the way to CA from CT and NY, raising a ton of money and awareness along the way. Oh, and we also ran 13.1 miles. So here’s a post for all the family and friends who donated, I wouldn’t be here with out you (literally and figuratively). I promised to share the experience, and I want to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who donated! Also, a huge thank you to the whole Fair/West team, our endurance manager, Maddy, and, of course, our coach, Janis. Who, by the way, just went on a CVS run for special bandaids and then personally delivered them to me along with instructions on how to take care of my blister. You’re the reason a blister is all I have to worry about! It was a great run, with a great group. Is a there another half marathon in my future? I have to see how sore I am tomorrow when I wake up…


A Night at the Museum

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a nerd, and when there’s a museum to check out, I’m there. NightLife at the California Academy of the Sciences seems like a well kept secret (thanks to the friendly guy on the bus for cluing me in!). Every Thursday night, the academy is open to the 21+ crowd from 6-10pm. Each week there’s a different theme, this week’s was how-to. Some of the how to hands on demos included sausage making (actually really gross), drink mixology, LED wiring, owl pellet dissecting, skull reconstitution, self defense, salsa dancing, bone identification, etc. As you can probably tell it draws a diverse crowd, and there was everything from Louboutins to Birkenstocks present. Which is fitting because it’s a unique experience, I certainly never really thought I would be listening to a DJ blast BeyoncĂ© while learning about the mating habits of electric eels. You have free reign of the museum, including the three story indoor rainforest, earthquake simulator, and planetarium, all for $12. Which really beats the 30 something entrance fee during the day. There are also five bars set up around the museum, all full service but each featuring a signature cocktail. The one of a kind Andy Warhol collection I discovered in a secluded wing on the third floor was pretty much icing on the cake!



The Foggy City

San Francisco is a welcoming city, and compared to the cities I’m used to (ahem, NYC) people are almost overly friendly and outgoing. It’s easy to make fast friends here, which came in handy when I needed a picture taken. When one man saw me struggling to see over the crowd he casually offered to lift me up so I could get a better view, as if that was the only logical thing to do. I politely declined, although I was stuck by how completely genuine and kind the offer was. I did, however, let him snap a few pictures for me from his superior vantage point.

I have to say the highlight of my day was getting asked for directions by two bewildered tourists and actually being able to give them. As any traveler probably knows, there are few greater compliments than getting mistaken for a local.


San Fransisco: First Glimpse of California

My first half marathon is in a few days (gulp). I’ve trained, I’m ready. I think. But no matter what my finish time is I’m going to love the beautiful Napa scenery I get to enjoy along the way.

But first, being the travel hopeful that I am, I decided to squeeze in a few days in San Francisco. Trips like this are hard because just as I start to get a feel for the city it’s time to go. Yesterday I had the opportunity to check out Chinatown, which was slightly less crowded and more manageable than what I’m used to in NYC. San Francisco is still a city for sure, but the more laid back California mindset is apparent. I was surprised to find my self annoyed at the slow pace, compared to the walk-run that New Yorkers know so well (and which, evidently, I am also guilty of).


Adventures in Thailand

Visiting my cousin in Thailand in May was a wonderful adventure. We started in Bangkok, then made our way down to the islands of Koh Samui, Koh Tao, and Koh Phangnan, before heading back to Koh Sam Roi Yat National Park, the city of Hua Hin, and ancient city of Ayutthaya. It was hot, really hot, you never stop sweating long enough for your clothes to actually dry, hot. The streets smelled, a constantly changing mix of distinct odors that were somehow worse than the ones I was used to in NYC. But for all of its eccentricities, Bangkok was a vibrant city filled with kind-hearted people. The suburban and rural areas provided an even better glimpse of a people who were profoundly proud, quietly religious, and always willing to help. Yes, even when that meant trying to answer your questions in labored tinglish (their version of Spanglish) or going out of their way to take you across town after you got hopelessly lost.


Make it Beautiful

I was recently paid a really great compliment. I can be a perfectionist, and I’m usually embarrassed by this. To me the subtext is uptight, and that is something I never want to be. But my cousin said something the other day, something about the care I take in creating my life, and the way I see things as they could be. Suddenly attention to detail wasn’t so much a silly preoccupation as it was a testament to my attempt to make life beautiful in my own little way. I had never thought of it like that. But it seemed to give me license to continue to take too many pictures, then delete them all and take more, rearrange furniture ad nauseam, color code every closet I am allowed to enter, stop mid outing to take a picture of the sunset, arrange food before I serve it, write only to erase, and document all the little things that I find inspiring on this very fun, but not so serious blog.