I’m not trying to jinx us or anything, but can I get a “Hells Yes!” ? Can I hear you say “Boo Yeah!”? Let me hear you shout, “I CAN WEAR A TANKTOP WITHOUT GETTING HYPOTHERMIA!”!
3 hot days in a row announces the undeniable arrival of indian summer. Today looks promising as well, with just a few wisps of fog. Now, because I just wrote that outloud, you just wait….tomorrow it will probably snow. In the meantime, I will be bouncing out of doors with the rest of the Bay Area, soaking up the rays and trying to make up for the famine of the last two months.
With Grandma in tow, we spent yesterday luxuriating in warm beauty. We took Fern’s new bee kite to Crissy Field, where there was just enough breeze and plenty of other baby butts for her to play with.
Carrying around a tennis ball that she found, she asked for a wipe from the diaper bag. Sitting down, she began to clean it, trying to get off all the sand, to no avail. She’s such an exquisite little Virgo.
In the late afternoon, before we took Grandma to the airport, we stopped in at St. Francis Fountain for a farewell dinner. Still decorated in the original style from 1918, the fountain serves typical, and not so, diner food. You can get your burger, and you can also get your seitan burger, or soy chorizo hash instead of bacon and eggs. Grandma got a rootbeer float, Papa got a milkshake, Mama got a beer, and Fern demanded a little bit of everything.
Who’s that inside?
They serve their drinks with paper straws…which are nostalgic and wonderful and rendered utterly useless in 3 seconds flat by a toddler.
Afterwards, we dropped by the 24th st. mini park.
My recent post re: post baby body image vs. self-expression, and your responses, was incredibly therapeutic. As it so often goes, just getting those thoughts out of my head helped to alleviate the feelings entirely. Naming the inner critic for what it is, immediately saps that voice of any strength, and makes it devoid of any sense of “truth.”.
Plus, I am really liking my new photo angle technique of “close…but not too close”. (Jeff actually surprised me with the camera at first.)
For friends who have always wondered what my real haircolor was under the burgandypurplereddarkbrownpinkblack…I’m growing it out, so now you know.
Jacket: Buffalo Exchange, like, a million years ago. It’s only warm enough to wear this jacket twice a year, but I love it. You can’t tell from the pic, but it is made out of the thinnest leather, with fringe and little lacey cut-outs.
Boots: Alemany Flea Market
Purse: White Elephant Sale in Oakland
Necklace: gift from Olja
Aaaah…there, I did it. That was relatively painless. Really, nothing is too difficult on a beautiful warm day.
(Big thanks to my mom, who made Fern’s birthday extra special. Fern cried when we drove away at the airport and her first word this morning was, “Grandma?”)