Sips, Tips & Snacks - Bay Area Edition
Renewal & Reflections
I still love the Bay Area, but not enough to fully commit. Hence, my frequent trips up north. These are a couple of my favorite places from my last trip. I recommend ALL.
Instead of self sabotaging myself, I decided to make periodic reflections, focusing more on manifesting a better lifestyle.
When your close friend mentions a tea service on the outskirts of Santa Barbara, you go with no hesitations.
I headed toward the skincare section and focused on basics like a cleanser and moisturizer. I figured serums and oils were something I could add after I had this foundation set in stone.
Sips & Tips.
The goal was to embrace a common spring and summer color in to a more winteresque feel. The key is to never try to match the whites. I like to go for more of a spectrum, that way it doesn’t look like I've mismatched.
Fall Fun: Pumpkin Patch
This time around, the lash queen and I visited the adorable Parisian inspired pastry shop, Mademoiselle Colette, for a quick morning coffee run. Located in the center of Menlo Park, the neighborhood featured the cutest townhouses and small shops – sorry Mom, I might move.
I really wanted it to be Fall. So bad, that I wore jeans and boots in 85 degree weather… to a pumpkin patch with no shade in sight. The ruffles and lacey polka dots, mixed with the white and nude coloring, provided the perfect contrast for my more rugged western look.
The Six Year Mar-k.
I had been begging Mario for a summer picnic but in between our busy school and work schedules, it was looking close to sitting on the beach freezing our asses off in December. So, it wasn’t cold, but I advise everyone to check when the hell high tide is because that’s pretty much where my planning went to shit.
After six years of dating, Mario and I have officially exhausted every possible restaurant and movie theatre from LA to Orange County.
Carnival rides, food and artisanal booths, and the annual parade. I’ve had the rather fortunate experience to go every Sunday at the crack of dawn, not really more like 8 am, to see the parade. Thanks dad.