Five Quick Snaps

Really, Sarah? Really? Another photo of AT&T park at dusk?

I think this stadium may be my new Golden Gate Bridge 🙂 I seriously can’t get enough of the view beyond the stadium walls. Regardless of how the Giants are doing this year (whatever, I don’t want to talk about it), games are always a pleasure. Tofu hot dogs and twinkling Bay Bridge lights- what more could a San Francisco girl ask for?

Just as I clearly have a thing for plaid (and sequins, and guinea pigs, and elephants, and..), I clearly have a thing for bright pink lips. Other than my wallet and phone, this was the entire contents of my teeny cross-body bag I always wear.
I may need an intervention.

You know you’ve found a good group of guy friends when they not only voluntarily shop with you, but they also buy about ten times the amount of clothing you do.

Because let’s be honest. We know how saloons go.

I hope everyone is having a great week so far! This evening, I’m finally about to come up for air and edit/get ready to post the six rounds of outfit photos we’ve taken over the past two weeks. Woohoo!

If Edgar Allan Poe Were a Cowboy…

Fortunately I’m talking about the bar, not my outfit (although hey, never say never). Bloodhound in SOMA is the kind of bar where the drinks are strong, the mason jars are full, and the crows than hang from the ceiling are only slightly creepy. Basically, it’s the kind of place where a girl feels comfortable tying up the tails of her flannel shirt and watching the world go by.

For the first year of San Francisco life, I was a bit intimidated by SOMA. No, if I’m being honest, I straight-up avoided it like I avoid steakhouses and the annual tarantula festival down the coast. The flat storefronts and industrial feel reminded me of Gotham City- the version before Batman did his thing. After a year of total avoidance, I’ve admitted that if there’s a fashion show happening or awesome new dance club opening, it’s probably in SOMA.

SOMA feels different than any other part of San Francisco, but that’s what keeps it unique. It’s one of the fastest-growing areas of San Francisco and teems with a sense of change. There’s a life and a vibrancy to the neighborhood that feels like it’s on a different frequency than the rest of the city. It’s a little unfamiliar, it’s a little alienating, but hopping on the bus and getting out in SOMA feels like I somehow landed in an entirely different city.

SOMA and I may have had an awkward first date, but sometimes the best relationships get off to a bumpy start.

Street Style: Edgy Chic with a Peachy Pop

Last Saturday, I volunteered with the Junior League of SF at the SOMA StrEAT Food Park, a delicious grouping of food trucks that benefits local organizations through their Donate ‘n’ Dine events. Last week’s event benefited Goodwill and SCRAP, with attendees donating gently used goods to be resold or scrap materials that local artists reuse for creative projects.

Amidst the boxes of electronics and bags of shoes, I spotted Olia Kedik of the Design District’s Skool Restaurant and accosted her to discuss her badass style. The pompadour, the shades, the vest, the peach shorts…. I couldn’t pass this up! I definitely kneeled in something that defies definition when I crouched down to grab a close-up of the boots, but I can confidently say it was worth it. They add just the right amount of relaxed, Saturday cool to her polished ensemble.

The bangle and studded belt give the outfit a little bit of rocker girl vibe and bump the peach shorts up a notch. We’ve already established that I love combining tough elements with a feminine piece, which Olia totally nailed.

On my end, Mike from Goodwill let me hop on the truck with him! Here we are doing our “let’s take on the world!” pose. I will fully acknowledge that he could lift three of me, and I can maybe manage a single grocery bag in each hand. Embarrassing.

I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from StrEAT Food Park for long. Where else can you get a vegan smoked apple sausage and wash it down with Peruvian sweet potato fries and white sangria? That’s right. They have vegan sausage. And that, my friends, is why I love San Francisco.