One of the best things about working in the Mission in SF is the Creamery on Dolores and 16th. I always always always get the same flavor when I go (salted caramel and honey lavender), and the thing is so decadent and delicious and wonderful that I limit myself to going only when I really need to.
And why did I need it?
I got a haircut! A bad one! I look like mother ten years ago when she was going through her I-am-a-mother-and-must-get-a-mother-haircut! I am only using exclamation points because otherwise I feel like crying when I talk about it!
But no matter. I hear that hair grows (thank god). Any tips for wearing a chin length poof thing when they’ve given you Bettie Page bangs and bad layers?
On another note: I scored this Row shirt from Jeremy’s 50% off sale last week and it was only $30 (!!!) because of the holes in the sleeve. No matter—the thing is soft as baby down and so completely luxe. Also, this is one of my favorite necklaces that the mother and I both bought from the “Teen Punk” section at Target. But I must give props when props are due: she’s way more Teen Punk than I am (and thankfully moved past that weird style phase in her life and has started wearing cooler clothes than me).