Spring Break in Rio. Kind Of.

Once a year, San Francisco hosts its own version of the Rose Parade. You don’t have to grab your Snuggie or portable BBQ at 3 a.m. for this one.  Instead of sitting on some metal bleachers or losing feeling in our butts because we’ve been sitting on the sidewalk for hours, we opt to take in all of nature’s beauty as we window shop.

Thanks to Macy’s annual Flower Show, a trip to the tropics of Brazil is as easy as strutting over to the window displays on Stockton and O’Farrell. Windows are something special in San Francisco. In a city that appreciates art and culture, it makes sense that our store fronts often look like beautiful museum installations. Sometimes it’s puppies in the window during Macy’s pet adoption campaign or breathtaking ballerina costumes from the SF Ballet at Neiman’s. The Flower Show, however, is as much of a shopping spectacle as the holiday season. I can’t even blame the tourists for throwing up their international gang signs (aka the peace sign) in front of every major retailer—heck I’ll even join them as I snap pictures of the beautiful windows.

It doesn’t stop there. Every year, Macy’s transforms its street level into the most glamorous conservatory. Retail installations, walls, and floors get lost in the magic. As part of the event, Macy’s invited 9-5chic blogger, Anh, and stylist Keylee Sanders to showcase their fashion forecast for the spring. The duo passed on their best tips for looking current and fresh this season with favorites from Rachel by Rachel Roy, Marc by Marc Jacobs, and Jessica Simpson—all available at the store’s Impulse department. Truth be told, I haven’t given Impulse the credit they’re due. The floor is hardly as crowded as their street level and is actually more attractive than I had remembered. Check it out when you soak in Rio (until April 7th).

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Hitting the Town with My Friends: Alice and Olivia

The Fillmore shops are usually a good enough to get this Indian princess to make a bus transfer from the N Judah to the 22. But now another friend joins the likes of Johnathan Adler and Elizabeth Charles–Alice and Olivia packs a colorful punch as it swings open its doors for San Francisco’s most fabulous girls.

The bright colors and whimsical accessories fit like a perfect neon pump. It makes you wonder, what took them so long?

Of course, everyone showed up for the boutique launch last Thursday to check out the loot, sip on champagne, mix and mingle A + O style with a DJ. Atlantic Pacific’s Blair was on hand to greet some of her biggest fans and snap some pics. Perfectly matched to the line’s vision, the store is clean, crisp and bright and the soiree was girl next door chic, bright, playful–amazing!

I wore my Alice and Olivia orange dress from years ago (fun and timeless!); white blazer, Club Monaco; purple tights, Anna Sui; leopard shoes, Madewell; headscarf, Gucci
Sarah Long and Me
Chanda and Pam

Jeanie
Chanda and Me---this girl is it!!!!

 

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I do work.

Robert Kardashian turned 25 earlier this week. Whatever. I also turned 25 about a month ago and, frankly, I’ve got more to show for it that that balding Armenian. In celebration of this important quarter century mark, I opted out of the traditional greasy sleaze ball trip to Vegas (a la every Kardashian). Instead, I spent time with new and old friends and family, taking the time to relax and unwind because, let’s be real; I’m doing big things this year.

So first, I hit the road to my old stomping grounds in Orange County. My upbringing is inextricably tied to Disneyland. Until we moved away to college, my siblings and I spent at least a few hours every day at a place of which many only dream—my father will never let me forget this. As an adult, my trips to Disneyland are not infrequent. Regardless, there is no other place in the world I would spend a birthday—no matter how “old” I get.

dinner at Ralph's Jazz Kitchen---tradition
Ralph's Jazz Kitchen with the bestie. Like tatted initials bestie

Because I am such a big deal, I’ve got friends all over the world. This means that I had to make sure to celebrate with my San Francisco favorites. I had a few of my good friends come by and enjoy manicures and pedicures in my closet from a wonderful traveling spa and waste the day over a beautiful brunch and champagne. No, I’m not lucky. I’m blessed. Yes. Heavyweight champ, me.

Thanks Angie (thehotnessyourmamawarnedyouabout.com)

After the celebrations, I hit 25 running. I landed myself a dream job. I’ve lost count of the number of interviews, sleepless nights, and butterflies that made themselves a home in my stomach. This, though, is more than a job. As the Event and Volunteer Coordinator with Mercy Housing California, this is a career change. The cosmetics industry was a nasty siren—turns out, I’m not one for slanging mascara and credit cards and working with people that sneak out for 20 smoke breaks so that they can gossip about people they are jealous of. After years of ugliness in the beauty industry, I have an opportunity to focus on my real love and blessing. Praise God.

From David when I got the good news

During my interview, I learned that some serious travel may be required. So, I had to bite the bullet and learn how to drive—and quick. I always thought my grandchildren would drive me around. Seriously, I envisioned being shuttled around San Francisco by a shiny black car with a driver until then. It could still happen. But until that time comes, I decided I would have to finally put on my big girl stilettos and head over to that vile DMV. I was obviously not going to wait at the crowded office in the city, so while visiting my boyfriend’s mother in San Luis Obispo, I studied for the written exam and got my learner’s permit there (within 24 hours). We drove around San Luis Obispo for a couple of days and made an appointment to come back in a few days for the Behind the Wheel test—recognizing that it would be nearly impossible to pass any sort of driving exam in San Francisco. Not only did I pass, I also found one thing that I actually like about SLO—as a pretend little town, there is little to no waiting at the DMV and it’s a lot easier to pass a driving exam.

The icing on the cake (besides learning how to drive and getting my license within one week): I was the one that did the driving back and forth from San Francisco to San Luis Obispo, conquering fears of driving on the freeway during rush hour traffic in the rain. And, I’ve already been driving around in circles by myself on the city’s one way streets. I’ll get better I’m sure, but the important part is that 25 looks good on me.

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A This or That: A Things Overhead edition

LF’s seasonal or annual sale is considered an institution to a particular San Francisco crowd. These are the same girls that go to Coachella and have more “JC hearts LF” shoes in their closet than they do rings on their fingers (a lot, usually). I happened to be walking by the Union Street location last weekend and was really quite overwhelmed. With 60% off the entire store, it was game on.

Of course, I didn’t wait in line for hours or participate in the name calling. This is behavior I reserve for Disneyland or Madonna tickets (which you can buy online). Really, I’m not one for the swarms that huge sales attract. I don’t enjoy carrying everything on your arms because if you set it down it might be swept up by some other less-stylish-than-you shopper that will give it a home less loving than your closet. I also don’t appreciate digging through heaps of clothing–pulling on a sleeve to find out if it will lead you to a dress or just a shirt or awkwardly holding up large pieces of fabric to decipher what it is that you actually have in you hands. But, I happened to be passing by and got lured in by all the commotion and trend overload.

I walked into LF not knowing what I was getting myself into. Shoes were shoved behind sweaters, Car Mar strewn all over the floor–this store is typically the more hard to navigate sister but this was a whole other monster. Of course, I found something I couldn’t leave without and decided to stand in line and overheard the most ridiculous of conversations.

Picture three girls. Dressed like desperate Nasty Gal model wannabes. About 19 years of age. Each holding tops and sweaters up, posing with jutting hips, tilting their heads left and right like a YouTube hair tutorial. And then going on and on about how they plan on belting and tucking something in. Typical. And then, out loud, as one of them held up the same ankle boots I had considered earlier, another said “Oh, yeah, but spring is coming and like you can’t really wear them for that much longer.” Say what? This is SF, honey, and boots are pretty much a staple.

In fact, I can’t get enough. They’re durable enough for my public transportation self and help keep my tootsies warm (for the colder nights we have had a little break from). Not to mention, with a heel (sometimes even without) they can pretty much go with everything. The ModCloth gift certificate that’s been burning a hole in my pocket is going to be my ticket to a fresh pair for the spring. Take that, little girl. Now, help me choose: This, Betsey Johnson Forest Forge Ahead Boots or That, Seychelles Theory Boots. I’ve kind of already made a decision, but being 19 again and asking your friends for their opinion never hurt anyone.

Boots This or That

 

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Cake Down. Rolling Indian Style.

A birthday snafu required that my cake came from some podunk  little town on California’s central coast. I’ve always known to be skeptical of all things that come from that forsaken place but decided that cake was something that is difficult to mess up. After all, how can that wonderful, celebratory food item go wrong? I’ve never met a cake I didn’t like. Sure, some have been better than others but frosting and sugary bread with the occasional fruit or sprinkle topping has long been my favorite indulgence.

And then I had this cake—a normal looking single layer red velvet cake. I’m hardly snotty with my desserts and my expectations were more than reasonable for this store bought baked treat. After a couple of bites my boyfriend and I decided this was no cake after all. It was a stale wheat loaf parading around as a cake wearing some leftover Play-doh hoping it would pass as frosting.

I’m all for making things work. Once, I was on a short weekend trip in college and my friends decided to go out for a nice dinner. I hadn’t packed anything nice, because, well, I was in a town that didn’t have anything nice. Literally, the only place that sold apparel was the neighborhood Wal-mart—where I quickly ran in, bought a dress, bolero, and some fake pearls (the outfit should help date this story), and ran back out. I knew it wasn’t my best, but I also knew what I had to work with and it was passable. This cake, though, was not.

I’m sure I will more than make up for it while I am visiting my family in Orange County. We partake in the birthday cake tradition. But, more importantly, I’m Indian with some amazing Indian matriarchs. This means I’ll be the gluttonous birthday girl and double up on some hard to get Indian sweets. With a thriving Indian community, I can hardly get my fill of Indian sweets and treats.

With San Francisco’s eclectic culinary scene, you can also get a bite of being an Indian birthday girl (or boy). So, switch it up and skip the cake, or don’t. Either way, try these Indian desserts I can’t get enough of…you won’t be let down.

photo: easyrecipies.com

Gulab Jamun: A sweet, milky dough that has been deep fried (much like a donut hole) and then  soaked in tons of sugary syrup flavored with cardamom, saffron and rose water. You know it’s good when it is served warm.

New Dehli Restaurant 160 Ellis Street

photo: thenovicechef.wordpress.com

Kheer: The best thing to compare this to is rice pudding—but with some much more character. Made with milk, sugar, rice, cardamom, almonds, saffron, raisins, and pistachios, my grandmother always smiled as I lapped this up, saying it was good for me. I doubt it.

Golden Gate Indian Cuisine and Pizza 1388 46th Avenue

photo: indian-food.tumblr.com

Gajar Halva: This one sounds strange but is by far my favorite—and probably the hardest to find. It’s a dessert made from carrots, milk, butter, and sugar. Served warm, add a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, and take me away!

Curry Village 1386 9th Avenue (Go during buffet hours: 11am-3pm)

photo: indianthali.com

Kulfi: A denser and creamier ice cream. With flavors like rose, saffron, or falooda (my favorite), you haven’t lived if you haven’t had kulfi.

Bombay Ice Creamery 245 South Van Ness

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And She’s Back.

Nothing great happens without persistence or consistency. Nothing great happens without trials and tribulations. Nothing great happens without much learning and growth. Insert your cliché quote of choice here.

While trying not to make any excuses for neglecting the blog, I would like to take a moment to explain my absence. And, since I know the world has been waiting with bated breath, I will attempt to briefly summarize the past few weeks.

Most important things to happen in a person’s life: getting married, having a child, moving, and finding a new job. I’ve done two of the less fun ones. At the same time and in the span of two weeks.

First, I moved. Not far. My boyfriend and I have relocated to the two bedroom unit downstairs and are enjoying life in our first place to call our very own. Decorating has consumed my life, but my trophy end tables are testament to my patient and diligent efforts in furnishing my first grown home. The second bedroom is my closet—complete with a shoe wall, retail racks, and loveseat. With few frills, it’s simple and perfect. Cons: a week of being on hold with Comcast’s automated phone service, setting up utilities, and the stressful moving of new, beautiful furniture in the rain (stressful because as you must battle carrying something eight times your size for extended periods of time while simultaneously communicating to lift, turn, and pivot with your partner down a narrow alley and an even narrower San Francisco door).

Second, I’ve been looking for employment. I am excited to return to a career. Note, here, that I say career. A hop, skip, and a jump away from a landmark birthday, a job or a less than stimulating position are simply not an option. I am completely excited about the doors that have been swinging open and am certain that I have found the right (more specific) calling.

Lastly, I’ve been sick and have had a minor unrelated surgery. This didn’t stop me from attending a few wonderful events and meeting some fabulous people.

Digitally Chic New Year's Event

Madewell Faves. I ended up getting the shoes.
Madewell and Fabsugar Event
The Lingerie Stylist and Me
Ruchika of Boutiika and Me

 

Boutiika team at Neja Cosmetics
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Resolution 4: Be Honest With Yourself–Crossroads Doesn’t Want It and Neither Do You.

I will openly admit that I still have not unpacked my suitcases from my Christmas travels. I will also admit that my holiday decorations are still up. While I have no excuse for the fact that our house looks like it belongs to the retired couple that leave their lights up until mid-February, I have a perfectly good reason for not touching the large suitcases for weeks.

I have no more room. Residents of the city often find themselves hard pressed for storage room or closet space. I can’t even use this as a crutch—I am blessed with more room than most of my friends. The problem really is that I have too much stuff.

Until recently, I wasn’t really one for rotating your wardrobe or adding updates to replace something else. I was more the get what you want while you still keep the rest of your crap type. I didn’t sell my stuff to a store in exchange for credit. I didn’t put it up for auction on ebay or even sell it on the less frequented sections of Craigslist.

These things piled up on top of each other and got squeezed in between other things that soon they became forgotten. Eventually, I would find some old Karen Scott (yes, you heard right) blouse or Guess sundresses that I bought during another lifetime. These are things I am just too embarrassed to own and wouldn’t even dare sell on Poshmark. I wouldn’t even take it over to that forsaken Crossroads where they seem to only take the outdated and mass manufactured.

I guess I never really parted with them because they are in really good condition. I hardly wore them and I always imagine that I could style them brilliantly. But chances are I won’t. I mean it’s pretty much fact that I won’t. So this year, I am making the resolution to donate more of my clothes. All the stuff that is still in phenomenal condition but no longer suits my style has to go. If someone or someplace won’t buy them, they will find a wonderful future elsewhere because, while I might have a lot of room, it isn’t endless (at least not yet).

Here are some great places to consider giving your gently loved or new items to:

  • Goodwill and the Salvation Army provide donations that fund good works in the community and support job education, rehabilitation programs, and housing efforts
  • Dress For Success provides work appropriate and confidence boosting clothing, assistance finding employment, and a community to support breaking the cycle of poverty
  • The Cinderella Project takes unwanted formal gowns and dresses and places them in the hands of underprivileged young women, removing an additional financial burden on already strained families and promoting self-esteem so that they can focus on creating the memories and experiences they deserve

This should help with my closet situation. But I know that it will probably only slow the rate of expansion and not stop it altogether. That’s why I still bought an extra retail rack and a million hangers on Amazon last night.

But still, donate because it is the right thing to do. Blessed to be a Blessing–and take the extra room in your closet as the icing on the cake.

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You’re Hotter Than Huntington. Believe it. Here’s Why.

I can’t wrangle that Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia from you. But I can help you keep Resolution #3. Here’s some inspiration and a place to shop this Sunday you can’t miss! (Really, #3 is probably the easiest change you’ll make this year).

Take a cue from Rosie. But be sexier and shop vintage. Pretty Genius is a traveling vintage pop-up sale that’s been making news with rock bottom prices and drool worthy pieces that have been scouted from the depths of estate sales and ultra-secret sources. Sunday, January 15th, they make their way to SF. Bring your girlfriends, sip a mimosa and spend your weekend shopping smartly!

Read more about the event here.

Photos: Harper’s Bazaar UK January 2012

 

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Resolution 3: Vintage is Timeless and Now So Are You

Whether you’ve only caught an occasional episode of “I Love Lucy,” or are a cult fanatic with a collection worthy of renting a space in an antique mall, you know Lucy didn’t hit up the mall every time she had a party to attend. What she did have in common with the 2012 woman is that seconds after an invite, she would run over to her best friend Ethel so that they could talk about what they were going to wear. Ethel would grumble about her basement discount dress from Gimble’s while Lucy would begin her pleading with husband, Ricky, to let her buy something new.

Back then, most women didn’t have a million things in their closet. Lucy begging Ricky for the new dress or hat wasn’t like us trying to justify another cute top. It was more along the lines of making the decision to buying that expensive handbag that you tuck into the dust bag when you’re not using it.

Traditionally, women had a few pieces in the closet that were rotated or had a specific purpose: the weekend shirt, a few everyday dresses, a nice suit for professional occasions, and a nice dress or two for formal company. With a small number of things that were used many times, people took good care of their clothes. They didn’t roll up a cashmere sweater with their clip-in hair extensions and shove it into a handbag after they finished changing in the backseat of a Toyota. And they definitely weren’t stumbling around on a Friday night; they didn’t end up with the mysteriously scuffed heels. Let’s just say, they were very lady-like and probably much more composed than we are.

The apparel business was completely different. It had to be. Basically, people had pieces that were impeccably made. I say pieces because, well, they were. Attention to detail, construction, and design were masterful and something that today’s market only allows in the most exclusive of couture houses.

This leads me to why we should all do our part to buy more vintage this year. Below you’ll find a list of reasons why stepping back in time is fabulous for your style and a good work—bet you didn’t think snatching up a vintage Missoni dress at a deep discount was altruistic!

  • When a trend revives itself decades later, you’ll have a one of a kind way to interpret it.
  • Stock up with vintage classics instead of the mainstream cookie cutter alternatives. Some things like an LBD never go out of style, so make sure your basics are anything but boring.
  • Buy vintage: your wallet will thank you. Not only will you avoid paying the costs of a newly manufactured item, you’ll soon have an entire wardrobe of dreamy designers at a fraction of the cost. Case in point: I have more Oscar De La Renta and Escada silk tops than I can count all purchased for no more than $5. Thanks old lady who unknowingly gave them away!
  • You’ll get the kind of quality that you can’t buy at the malls. Remember how much Lucy loved her dresses? Believe it or not, she probably loved them more than you do yours because she didn’t have two walk-ins filled with them.
  • Here’s the part most of us don’t think about but should. Usually the best deals aren’t at the consignment boutiques, but come after some hard but rewarding and fun work at places like your local Goodwill. Bonus: you are being charitable while you shop.
  •  Shopping used and vintage does the world a load of good. It keeps these clothes from joining the tons that annually hit the landfills. Also, your money isn’t spent on covering the natural resources like fuel and energy that are used during most manufacturing processes.
  • You are also not contributing to the pollution from emission and chemical dumping that comes from the factories that make the new clothes in the store.

Eco-friendly, philanthropic, signature style, dollar savvy, and independent—shop vintage and you’ll be as timeless and iconic as Lucy. And, you won’t even have to get into some frazzled (but loveable) jam for it.

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Resolution 2: 7 Not Obvious Ways Shopping Locally Makes You Better

Real Talk: Shop local this year.

Shopping local, in this case, doesn’t mean shopping within your zip code necessarily. It means when it comes time for you to buy the Phillip Lim dress for your birthday, buy it from a smaller independent store rather than Saks. I love grabbing a bite at the Rotunda after a hard day of shopping at Neiman’s but this year make a strong effort to fund our friends that help give SF it’s fashion rep.

This isn’t the first time you’ve heard me go off about the lushness of San Francisco’s local shopping scene. Frankly, if you are reading this, you probably already have memorized the location and order of every store down Valencia. You might even know the names of many of their owners.

You also know that the good stuff can’t really be bought at the mall (unless you’re at South Coast, then you’ve got a chance). From everything in your home, in your medicine cabinet, and in your closet, you know that its usually those little boutiques or Sunday markets that have the goods. For instance, I’m in love with the MCMC Noble fragrance at Voyager and all the Le Labo candles at Acrimony. And none of the glittery lotions or hand sanitizers at Bath and Body come close to giving you this little bit of luxurious, grown up feeling.

There are many more benefits to buying local besides having the best in life. You are actually a great deal smarter than you thought (no shocker there). So here are the ways you are doing your home, closet, and the world some good:

  • Shopping local builds character and community. Help make sure that we support the businesses that give San Francisco its wonderful je ne sais quoi. We have a unique lifestyle, let’s make sure it’s not replaced by the fluorescent lights at Wal-mart.
  • Local boutiques and retailers tend to supply jobs to local architects, designers, accountants, construction workers, and consultants etc. A new chain, however, simply duplicates their product and structure—eliminating the need to source local goods and services.
  • Smaller businesses and local designers depend on the freedom of independent boutiques to house their products whereas the big stores are limited by corporate planning. The economies of small local businesses and their families, therefore, depend on the strength of independent stores and merchants.
  • Large chains determine their selection based on some algorithm of customer appeal, production and profit. Although an independent retailer may have a smaller selection, the cumulative effect of these types of merchants makes available a greater variety of goods—ensuring that we maintain our maximum freedom of choice from footwear to reading material.
  • Free from the parameters of the largest-profit-possible model and restrictions of mass appeal, local stores are more likely to carry green friendly or sustainable products while also being more conscious of their environmental footprint.
  • Community-based businesses are also often highly involved in their communities. They tend to have a vested interest in the welfare of their neighborhood and give back to charitable causes where large corporations rarely or only minimally do.
  • Local stores are for the most part owned, operated, and employed by your friends and neighbors—improving the quality of life for our community members and their families.

Get out there, shop, and think of your purchases as donations to San Francisco but don’t count them as deductions this tax season.

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