I love you to them moon and the stars and back!!! ❤

Thanks for being my big, sister and best friend. You keep me sane and always make me see the humor in life!

Xx Forever and Always,



Just got back from San Francisco, and while I could go on about how much I already miss it…I think I’ll just post some photos from the trip. A picture’s worth a 1,000 words, right? Happy Monday loves!



securedownloadTreated myself to an almond + cherry scone and an almond milk latte at a little cafe I stumbled upon while walking through the city.

Union Square ♥

Ferry building = one of my favorite places in SF.

Words cannot describe how happy I was to be reunited with my Blue Bottle Coffee, sigh.

Handmade infinity wire bracelet I picked up from a street vendor.

photo 3Lovely view from the Sutro Baths.

photo 1Peak of the Golden Gate Bridge during a hike through Lands End.

A warm winter?

In Cali winter isn’t really a season. Perhaps it gets a little chilly for a day and the next thing you know it’s hot enough for a good tan.

Thus, combining winter style with the warmer weather can be a challenge.

For me, I embrace the darker winter colors and fun boots, but I make sure that my clothes are light and airy.

It may sounds silly, but I want to experience winter, perhaps just in my own So Cal way!

Let me know what you think! What are your tricks?





I can admit it: I love eavesdropping. Not in an intrusive way, just paying avid attention to over heard words. Found language. Today, while reading at Starbucks, a business meeting was happening at the table next to me. In a way, it felt like I was supposed to be at that Starbucks at that time just to hear that conversation.

Right now, in my life, there is a preoccupation with money. My parents and by extension, myself, are scrapping for cash and quite frankly grasping at straws. I don’t know how it will all pan out and it’s scary to feel so vulnerable because of a lack of money. Right when I was pretty much thinking of selling my soul to help pay bills, I over head this group of financial analysts and consultants at Starbucks. I was so put off by more or less everything they said, how they carried themselves, and how entitled they acted. While I still wish money did grow on trees, I would rather be struggling than jaded. Money, despite what our culture suggests, is NOT everything.

Below is a little piece I wrote inspired by the overhead conversation that also inspired this post:


“The bottom line of this meeting is to make money.”

“Time is money.”

“I do a lot of selling.”

– But when all you care about is making money, don’t you get exhausted? Drained, at least? Eyes tired from viewing everything behind dollar signs? Hollowed out of humanity, if we’re being dramatic. Every body is profitable. A profit to be made. Commission. Potential commission. I don’t know you as a person, but I can judge you by your profession. Quite quickly. Quite easily. That may say a lot about me, but I think it says a lot more about you. It’s sad that money is literally the most important thing to you. In theory, it is to me too. But I have perspective enough to realize things like family, friends, health, beauty in a quiet sunrise. I don’t think you do. Money is an ugly thing that you would hail until you turn into dust. Which you will, eventually. No matter how much money you make on commission.

“When I come here, this is your table.”

-You own Starbucks now too?

“Brought the whole army.”

-Somehow you all look the same. The financial analyst. Buttoned up dress shirt. Quaffed hair. Coffee cup in hand.

“6 months to make $100,000.”

-Is that a challenge or a given?




Library cards

“Perhaps this was why there were so many alternate paths leading to the same destination, so that the future would take care of itself, like it always did.” — Das Kapital 

The other day I found myself at the library, rather embarrassingly, asking a man at the front desk how I could get a library card. I had one, probably, literally, 11 or 12 years ago. Then lost it. Then never checked out a book again. Lately, though I’ve had such a desire to read again. Devour words completely and fully, almost greedily.  As much as I’d love to buy stacks of books, that’s not exactly in my budget these days. So in a spur of the moment decision, I drove to the library and got a new card.

It perhaps sounds juvenile, but I was so excited after I got it. I browsed the bookshelves and just took some time for myself (there is honestly nothing I like more than browsing for books, I could do it for hours). I ended up getting three. The first one I started on is Das Kapital by Vivken Berberian. It’s a novel about love and money and hedge funds in New York. I’m loving it so far and almost done with it actually. Thankfully, I have two more after that one and then an entire library to shift through.




Sunday mornings

It’s so funny that Abby just did a breakfast post as well!

We are literally always on the same wavelength.

This morning I made my classic cinnamon apple oatmeal!

It’s a microwave recipe and its super easy, which for a challenged chef like me is always nice:)

1. Chop apples and place in a bowl.
2. Cover with cinnamon and a dash of nutmeg.
3. Add oats and water.
4. Cover with plastic wrap leaving a little room for air to get in.
5. Microwave for 1 minute. Stir.
5. Microwave for another minute and you are ready to go!

You can always spice it up by adding some almonds or milk at the end!

Happy Sunday!