In San Francisco, it’s as cliche as prep school girls wearing pearls, but I’m proud of my substantial plaid shirt arsenal. From heavy wool flannel to feather-weight cotton, I turn to my checked shirts when I’m at an outfit impasse. I love them over cocktail dresses as a funky jacket alternative, but they’re most at home when paired with skinny jeans and hefty boots.
My husband calls these my “fake hiker boots,” but these Fryes are actually as practical as their heavy laces and lug soles suggest. I mean, I wouldn’t actually wear them hiking, but I can traverse miles of concrete in these suckers. There’s something about taking construction-style boots and adding a heel that I just love. Call me kooky!
I hadn’t planned on doing outfit photos that night (hence the zero makeup- eek!), but I had some nervous energy to burn before The Crucible’s fashion show. Jim and I enjoyed an exotic meal at Chipotle (the best pre-runway prep, am I right?) and stopped for a few photos before journeying to West Oakland for the show. I love the Embarcadero area at night, after the business crowds have cleared out and the area is quiet and full of lights.
I may look a little like a lumberjack, but at least I’m a well-dressed one.