Since there's almost always a 20% chance of rainfall in San Francisco, I pack my Hunter boots whenever I head up north. They make gloomy mornings a lot brighter and when it doesn't end up raining, they're comfortable enough to run around the city streets for hours. My dad played tour guide yesterday and took us to Hayes Valley, Chinatown (for fresh crab) and Fillmore Street and made it home just as the fog rolled in.
I spent the better half of Saturday afternoon clawing my way through racks of designer shoes at the Barneys sale. I walked away with these (I'm still slightly undecided about the color) and a new perfume that my boyfriend got me for our two-year anniversary. The weather was ...read more