Asilomar

Thanks to a tide chart app on my phone., I always know when to expect low tide! We planned a trip to the Asilomar State Beach tide pools at low tide before leaving the coast.


Hoodie, SO. Sweater, Joseph A (thrifted). Overalls, Hydraulic (thrifted). Leggings, Amour. Boots, Kamik. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, flea market.

I admit to touching some of the marine life, but I took nothing except a fishing weight I found in a pool.

Lovers Point

How appropriate that Lovers Point is in the background! After snapping outfit photos, Beefy and I posed for our anniversary pictures here.


Jacket, BCBG Max Azria (consignment). Hoodie, So. Tee, Mossimo. Skirt, Mural (consignment). Leggings, Allen B. Boots, Vince Camuto.



The anniversary photos were totally impromptu. This is what I look like after hours at an aquarium full of screaming children, two beers, a walk in the drizzle, and a nap.

We meant to take photos last year, but forgot. We did remember on our first anniversary (and even wore our wedding outfits)!

Fisherman's Wharf

We’re in Monterey to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary. Naturally, one of our activities is me demanding that Beefy take my picture. It’s tough being an #instagramhusband.


Jacket, BCBG Max Azria (consignment). Sweater, Joseph A (thrifted). Skirt, Mural (consignment). Tights, Target. Boots, Vince Camuto. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Charming Charlie. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.



Don’t worry, I made it worth his while with some fudge.

First Class

Vest, AC-3998 (cut from a thrifted jacket). Dress, Prabal Gurung for Target. Shirt, American Apparel. Shoes, BCBG Paris. Sunglasses, Toms. Earrings, Charming Charlie. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.


Walter the cat is better than first class. He’s priority.

Just Keep Swimming

It’s shaping up to be a pretty intense week with lots of driving and activities every night. I tell myself to “just keep swimming.”


Jacket, London Jean. Shirt, The Limited. Skirt, J Crew (consignment). Shoes, Linea Paolo. Earrings, street fair. Belt, consignment. Bag, Croft & Barrow.


I do my best to keep my energy up and my focus sharp, even when my day starts with 6 a.m. doggie runs and ends with an 8 p.m. Toastmasters evaluation.

Mural Fail

I headed to Arden Way and Del Paso Boulevard today to check out a mural recommended by Colour Me Classic. I was hoping it would become a new picture spot for me, but the location is too exposed (I need shade or at least back-lighting) and heavily trafficked. It’s definitely a future possibility on a cloudy day with backup (Beefy). In the meantime, I returned to my old haunt under the Watt Avenue bridge.


Vest, Sasson (vintage). Dress, Ella Moss. Belt, thrifted. Shoes, J Crew. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Stardust Remembered. Bag, Aldo


Traffic was so heavy that I didn’t even get a chance to take a picture of the target mural, but I did spot this little gem on Franklin Boulevard:

Your Best Accessory

I’ve heard that your hair is your best accessory. According to the google search autofill, your best accessory may, instead, be your smile, your confidence or your nipples. Personally, I think a dog is your best accessory. Now, if only I could fit a 50+ pound border collie in my purse . . .


Shirt Mossimo. Tank and jeans, Old Navy. Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Charming Charlie. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.


I don't want to leave Jasper out of the fun!


I got both “accessories” in yesterday’s 365 pic:

Ripe

I was having one of those days when all my skirts felt too short and all my tops too tight. After wearing this outfit for grocery shopping, I changed into loose shorts and a hoodie and felt much better!


Vest, Tinseltown (cut from a consignment jacket). Tee, American Apparel. Skirt, Forever 21 (consignment). Boots, American Eagle (consignment). Sunglasses, Girlprops. Buttons, Disneyland. Belt, thrifted.

Runaway

I’ve fantasized about running away since I began daydreaming. As a child, in church, I would imagine stepping through the mural wallpaper into the redwood forest it depicted. As an adult, I consider NOT taking my home exit from the freeway and driving until my credit cards max out. My most powerful fantasies were listening to the train whistle from my military bunk at the USMC Officer Candidate School in 1999. I was there of my own volition and could have left at any time, but still imagined a nighttime escape from the barracks and a harrowing leap onto an open car as the train slowed through base. Life on the tracks sounded much more appealing than being yelled at by sergeant instructors and much more exciting than simply washing out.


Shirt, Old Navy. Pants, Polo Ralph Lauren. Shoes, BCBGeneration. Hat, Betmar. Sunglasses, Charming Charlie. Earrings, vintage. Bag, Aldo.


My runaway fantasies were reawakened by a recent This American Life piece about the boy who ran away from home to live with Piers Anthony. Give it a listen! (Especially if you were ever a Piers Anthony fan.)