Category Archives: [TTIL] Things That I Love

TTIL: Michelle’s Wardrobe Strategy

I love knowing that when I visit my girlfriend — especially on a Sunday — I get to see her entire weekly wardrobe laid out in perfectly organized fashion on the back of her bathroom door hook. That’s right, weekly. Michelle is a full-week advance planner… and it pays off. Here is what I’m going to try and repurpose for my own still-trying-to-break-out-of-adolesence-at-30 existence:

1. the forethought of planning outfits ahead means more time in the morning for eyeshadow and other adult primpings (read: more time for coffee and a healthy helping of oatmeal… fine, breakfast burrito)

2. never forgetting an adorable accessory means that I won’t feel naked at that meeting when I show up in my casual-cool attire without the statement necklace that makes the whole thing work appropriate

3. finally, and most importantly, I won’t waste 20 minutes on Thursday wondering if I already wore that blouse earlier in the week… god, I hate that.

In summation, it’s time to get grown-up about my wardrobe. Thankfully, my friend Michelle has all the OCD trappings of a total success story in that department. Thanks, Michelle.

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TTIL: Three Words

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Birthday Christmas lights.

Things That I Love: Views Like This, Edition

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Finding out last minute that you have to cancel your Thirsty Thursday plans for an off-site work meeting (especially when said TT plans include watching your good friend go to the highest bidder at auction… no, this isn’t a euphemism… it was for charity, sickos!) is never fun.

Thank goodness there are redeeming factors to mitigate the tragedy of such a situation, namely:
• unspoken citywide dress code that allows a maxi-dress and flats to pass as professional attire,
• workday flexibility that permits me to leave the office a half hour early and meander the mile to my meeting (thus avoiding Muni, like a gangster… a gangster who really appreciates nature and early 19th century architecture), and
• being rewarded at the end of it all with a destination like the one pictured above.

Today I learned that work ain’t so bad, even when displacing better-made plans, when you’re under a willow tree in the middle of downtown SF.

Things That I Love: Walking Home From Work, Edition

  • Watching the sky as clouds rush at top-speed from the ocean to the bay (note: 9 times out of 10, replace ‘clouds’ with ‘dense fog’ for a more accurate depiction).
  • Getting hit with a blast of cold wind at the top of California Street’s sweat-inducing uphill battle. I ask you, is there greater proof of nature’s intelligent design? I think not.
  • Making it to the top of Nob Hill just as the bells of Grace Cathedral chime 6 o’clock.
  • Completely normal neighbors working out in Huntington Square park… by ‘working out’ I mean dancing-like-nobody’s-watching, and by ‘normal’ I mean by SF standards…
  • Beating the cable car home and saving the $6 for tomorrow’s breakfast burrito. Win.

When Applesauce Tastes Like Apple Pie Filling

…you know you’ve done something right.

I wound down an intense weekend of drawing lessons and inaugural house-hunting in Oakland by washing and chopping four pounds of apples on Sunday night. I had everything on-hand that was needed to make homemade applesauce, something that always makes me feel very big-kid (even when all a recipe calls for is apples, sugar, water, lemon, cinnamon, and a little salt).

30 minutes of simmering later, tada — applesauce!

It was a little tart so I decided to add a little more sugar. Ok, a lot more sugar. Lesson learned: follow the instructions unless you want applesauce that tastes like apple pie filling (which, in all honesty, I do). I also left the skin on for the sake of being lazy and it ended up looking and tasting a bit like rhubarb. Being rewarded for shortcuts? My favorite!

Sharing little jars of my applesauce today with the woman who brought me the apples, my mom, and friend Michelle made my day. This makes me feel big-kid in the bad way… hyper-domestic and slightly lame. But I’m giving myself over to it. My apron is downright adorable and I don’t care who knows it. There, I said it!

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Out Came the Sun and Dried Up All the Rain

…and the itsy-bitsy people came out to play again!

Corny, yes. But as I sit here getting drunk on vitamin D in Golden Gate Park, I can’t really help but be anything less than giddy.

It’s back, people! The sun, obviously… and with it comes a whole host of fabulous things: dry meadows, tank tops, and no more leaky roof and accompanying ant infestations. San Francisco is beautiful in any weather, but I think it’s safe to say its many public treasures are best enjoyed served hot.

Today Alex and I are lazing about, catching up on some reading, and getting in on the outter richmond/sunset fun we left behind when we moved to nob hill. It’s been a blast so far, and, like so many other wonderful things, it all started with good food…

There’s a perfect farmers market pop-up just south of 9th and Irving Street on Sundays until around 1pm. Being Sunday, the magical free-for-all parking day, grab a spot anywhere in or up and down the park and mender over for fresh fruits and veggies, baked goods (vegan mini cupcakes? Yes, please!), handmade soaps and other tasty treats.

From there, pick up some picnic grub (we went with Gordo’s, never a bad choice) and head into the park. The botanical gardens meet you right off the 9th street entrance and are free… that’s right, free… for residents with I.D. — if you’re from out of town, a worthwhile $7 gets you into this sensory-overload wonderland of themed gardens from around the world, tiny paths, stone walls, open meadows, birds, scampering things, birch trees and bushes bigger than a muni bus.

Now, park it and take it all in… the sun, the birds, the perfection. Hold that stance for a count of one, two, three…

As soon as the bf wakes up from his post-burrito nap, the options are limitless… walk through the park (a majority of which is closed to cars on Sundays), check out what’s on show at the de Young and Academy of Science museums, stroll through the buffalo pens, duck ponds, and frisbee course. Eventually, we’ll arrive at the beach and grab a cocktail or home brew at Park Chalet before heading back to the car.

All in all, a 4-5 mile trip that will fly by before you know it. Stocked up on enough vitamin D to last a work week worth of indoor desk jockeying, you’ll be happy you came out to welcome the sunshine back into spring.

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