Well, guys, I thought about knitting a new scarf yesterday. Then I remembered it’s summer, only it doesn’t feel like it.
Hey, if she’s gonna be chilly in August, at least she’s pretty.
This is my first summer in San Francisco, and I have to admit that the 59-degree weather is getting to me. My Instagram feeds and morning blog reads are filled with people doing outdoor activities in sandals and tank-tops. Meanwhile, to dinner the other night, over my shift dress, I wore ankle boots. And a scarf. And a jean jacket. The fact that I even wore a dress was something I thought hard about. Am I going to shiver my way through dinner? I took a stance against SF’s chill and it worked out. Thanks, socks.
Fortunately, we had a nice spring with a few heat waves, and September — the glory month of weather for the city by the bay — is 22 days away. Until then, I’m protesting Fogust via the following…
We go to Tahoe a week from today!
I bought this neon bathing suit for said Tahoe trip.
My sans-meat version of this heirloom tomato tart went over well with both my family and my book club.
I’m planning to continue the protest this weekend in my kitchen in the form of green smoothies and summer salads. Enjoy your weekend, folks, even if it’s hot. Heck, especially if it’s hot. I’d trade you your humid hair for my chunky sweater any day.