I bought a pair of Birkenstocks after hemming and hawing over them for years. I’ve always liked how they looked but was hesitant to take the monetary plunge. Recently, I decided to treat myself upon receipt of this years tax refund. So far, I’ve been told I look like a Berkley theology professor and, when I paired them with the slouchy socks featured here, that I look like I am going to Jazzercise class. I maintain there are worse things to be associated with and my feet feel like they are pillowed inside shoe-clouds, so I can hardly be bothered by the perceptions of others. I wore this outfit for a trip to breakfast, thrift shopping and collecting sand dollars on Ocean Beach.
Shirt: Gap (thrifted) // Jeans: Gap // Sandals: Birkenstock // Sunglasses: RayBan
I am heading to Mexico for five days to celebrate that most venerated of teacher traditions: spring break. I am staying in a tiny fishing village, accessible only by water taxi, and intend to spend my days completely isolated, doing yoga, reading books and listening to waves on the beach. I planned this getaway months ago in the wake of a stressful winter break and in anticipation of the inherent exhaustion as I tumble toward the end of the school year and the conclusion of my M.Ed program. I am carrying-on my luggage (one small duffel bag, one backpack) and bringing very little excess clothing in an attempt to focus more on being present and enjoying the experience and less on what I’m wearing. Since I don’t intend to do anything more strenuous than walking around town, I figured I could pack two pairs of comfortable sandals and some socks for extra Birk comfort. I am bringing leggings and a long sleeve sweater for the plane and because, eventually, I may need extra protection from the sun. I am also bringing a dressy, black patterned tank top (not pictured), just in case. My backpack, as you may have guessed, will be overflowing with books (I am bringing five, I think), my moleskin journal and several pens, my DSLR camera, three tiny tubes of sunscreen and the assorted flotsam necessary for international travel. Interestingly, it’s been almost exactly one year since I was last in Mexico and I can actually hear the ceviche calling my name.
My school organized a Walkathon last week, the proceeds went to benefit children in Sierra Leone and Haiti. I was in charge of stamping student lap cards and cutting up oranges. Everyone walked laps in Golden Gate Park and, overall, it was a really fun day with really nice weather. I also love when my students are excited about the social justice projects we integrate into our school year and, as we just finished reading A Long Way Gone, it was great to see them make a connection. This is the outfit I wore for a morning of outdoor stamping followed by a trip to the Mission / Castro for early dinner. Also, one of my fabulous Internet friends sent me a care package from Korea and it made my whole week to stuff myself full of Pepero and wear ridiculous cat-print socks (featured below) that happen to match my favorite thrifted flannel. Oh, and I cut my hair. Fringe-city, population me!
Shirt: Levi’s (thrifted) // Jeans: Gap (old) // Shoes: thrifted // Socks: gift
I knew living in a big city would bring with it a wealth of changes to my suburb-raised lifestyle. Parking is probably the most onerous task that has emerged in the wake of our relocation, however the late-night noise is a big lifestyle change as well. We live on a busy street corner near a couple of bars and, without fail, at least once a week there is a drunken fight / argument / tirade outside our window. Last week it was every. single. night. I can usually handle one night of pseudo-interrupted sleep, but five? No. I actually opened our window and shouted for a group of dudes to cease and desist their tech-centric conversation that had lasted from 2-3AM. I felt like a character from a New York based sitcom.
In short, we needed to get away. And what better place to escape noise pollution than in nature where your only nighttime companions are insects and perhaps the wind? The necessitation of a good night of sleep, coupled with the fact that our 5-year anniversary was this week, spurred me to book a campsite at China Camp in San Rafael. We’ve been hiking out there before and there are many things I like about China Camp: the proximity to SF, beautiful water views, herds of wild turkeys (we could hear them from our campsite) and the walk-in campsites that afford a very comfortable distance from any and all potential road noise. As long as you get lucky with your neighbors, the whole thing can be quite relaxing. We had a campfire, fancy wine & cheese and country music. China Camp is also dog-friendly, so it was no big deal to bring Sherman along and he got to loll about and play in the tall grass. A little time in the woods was just what I needed to refresh for the week ahead.
The evenings are longer now, but my early mornings lack the substantive encouragement of daylight and now seem rather bleak. I have been pushing myself to get outside and actually engage with the extended daytime hours. So, this is my “I’m going on an outdoor adventure” beanie. Jared bought it for me as a Christmas side-gift from a men’s fashion website and, despite its rather outrageous neon hue, I have taken it on several hiking trips already. It’s also pretty great for holding my hair in place on particularly windy days. How strange that I already have all kinds of emotions and attachments tied up in a head-shaped piece of cloth. This outfit on a whole is a bit more tomboyish than usual, a look I usually feel I can’t pull off — however, I have to say I love Gap’s boyfriend button-down shirts for bustier gals seeking a comfortable, laid-back fit.
Shirt: Gap // Pants: Old Navy // Boots: thrifted // Beanie: gift
I started camping in Garner State Park when I was in high school. Garner is located in the West Texas hill country and its main appeal is the winding, and appropriately named, Frio River. Garner State Park was a large part of my teenage existence brought on by both my parents friendships with a group of glamping adults and my high school sweetheart — he doted on the place like a beloved older sibling who possessed all the assuredness and uninterrupted “cool” that we perceive in those slightly more worldly than ourselves. In the times I visited with my family, we never stayed in a tent. However, as life continued in a rushing motion toward adulthood, and boyfriends came and went, I slept in and around Garner in all manner of accommodation: tents, campers and, at one point, a half-built cabin.
My most cherished memory of Garner is actually staying on a piece of land outside the park that was owned by my friend’s family. I was perhaps 18 at the time. His family was building this rustic cabin on a couple of acres with river access, at this point only the basic necessities were in place – toilets, un-insulated walls, and this fabulous covered porch that looked out over a meadow, lush with summer rain, where we had intermittently placed deer feeders in hope of luring fauna into our line of vision.
Storm clouds gathered early one morning during our week long stay, and rain began to patter on the roof before we’d even made breakfast. Rain has never spoiled an outdoors experience for me and I dragged my air mattress out onto the expansive, rough-hewn porch where I sprawled happily on my stomach. The day before, we’d driven to the nearest store (a country Wal-Mart) and, on a whim, I’d picked up the book Angel-Seeker by Sharon Shinn that was sitting, neglected, in the fantasy section. Sidenote: I think Wal-Mart used to have more books.
I relaxed under a misty haze of summer rainwater, sipping sweet tea, and reading the entire book, as morning stretched into a lazy afternoon. That day began my love affair with both Sharon Shinn’s writing and the beauty of quiet, introspective self-indulgence that camping and nature can offer.
After college, I seldomly camped – maybe once or twice. After Korea, we beach camped a few times in Galveston, but California has really opened me up again to the outdoorsy girl I once had the potential to be. I’ve climbed actual mountains and camped in the surreal moonscape of White Sands NM and backpacked through snow.
Recently, I was conversing with a fellow outdoor-lady / hiking companion to whom I confided the secret that I don’t view myself as “outdoorsy.” She laughed and said, “I think you’ve more than earned that title.” It made my heart soar a little to know that someone in this new life I’ve created here views me as a purveyor of nature and any variant thereof. I’m always learning and planning adventures and throwing myself several feet outside of my comfort zone (remember when I went snowshoeing? yeah, that). As an introvert, I find myself the most free when I am in the quiet of a never-ending forest or sitting atop a peak – every sense is heightened and I can hear myself in the silence. I suppose following my love of the outdoors with undiluted passion has become something of a lifestyle, and with that shift I have changed as well. So, here’s to unexpected realizations and climbing mountains, both literal and metaphorical.
The botanical garden in Golden Gate Park is free to SF residents if you have proof of ID. I find this to be a genius idea as it stimulates visits from locals, something many city institutions struggle with. Not only is the botanical garden more vacant than other areas of the park due to the necessity of an entry fee or ID, it’s also diverse, beautiful and well-maintained. I wander past concrete fountains, through an expansive green lawn and find a bench under the Star Magnolia tree where I can watch geese pecking at the bases of the garden’s myriad plants and trees in search of a snack. Jared and I tend to walk through when the weekends are nice because it’s a more enjoyable route to take when crossing through the park (and did I mention it’s free?). This is an outfit I wore for one such walk after a visit to the new Botticelli to Braque exhibit at the deYoung Museum. Socks + boots + stripes forever!
Tunic & Socks: UO // Tights: H&M // Boots: Old Navy // Sunglasses: RayBan
One of my favorite outfit details is pulling a pair of dark, berry-colored slouchy socks over black tights. I don’t know why I lean toward this particular shade, but I found these perfectly hued socks at Urban Outfitters (online) and quickly bought up a couple of pairs since I’d put a toe hole in my favorite burgundy socks (originally from Gap) due to constant use — in defense of Gap’s socks, I did buy them in 2012, so they held on for a while. I wore this outfit to the Banff Mtn Film Fest and I was the only person not extensively clad in Patagonia or North Face. My students also expressed wonder at the addition of pockets to this tunic / dress, which I will admit was the primary motivation for purchase, along with the modest neckline.
Dress: Cos (thrifted) // Leggings: StitchFix // Boots: Old Navy // Socks: UO
As you may have gathered from this blog, I have an extreme and constant nagging case of wanderlust. I love to travel, be it physically or vicariously through books and film. Recently, I heard about the Banff Mountain Film Festival. The festival consists of a collection of films that are initially selected by the Banff Centre in Canada and then sent on a world tour. The films range in length from 3 minutes to 40 minutes and focus on the theme of outdoor adventures (kayaking, hiking, rock climbing, etc.) Naturally, I bought tickets, and I am incredibly pleased I had the chance to attend because I learned about the history of Yosemite climbing, watched a cheeky paraglider and saw the truly awe-inspiring feats of arctic surfers. An added bonus was that the festival itself took place at the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco, a place I hadn’t previously had an occasion to visit.
One major complaint I had about the festival was the dearth of women-centric films. Although the festival proceeds all went to the San Francisco based program Girlventures, I didn’t feel that women were largely represented at all. One film called Wild Women (also the shortest, at 3 minutes) dealt with a female slackliner named Faith Dickey. At least half of the film revolved around her discussing her ability to do anything a man can do “regardless of genitalia,” and I found myself wondering why that needed to be addressed at all. Women, like men, should be judged entirely on the content of their actions and abilities (of which she had plenty) rather than be forced to pontificate on gender equality. None of the males had to provide a similar justification for half of their films, the documentations merely focused on the craft or task at hand. It rubbed me the entirely wrong way.
That said, my favorite film was an 8 minute documentary by photographer Chris Burkard about surfers who travel to the ends of the earth to ride freezing arctic waves. This film moved me, not only because of the moody and dramatic landscapes inherent in the arctic and the portraits of California surfers set against a conflicting backdrop of Iceland’s Northern Lights, but because these are men who are seeking their passion. Both the photographer and the surfers are honest and authentic about what drives them and what they must sacrifice to attain it. When you watch them don thick rubber suits, walk through waist-deep snow and then dive into waters so shockingly cold you can hardly fathom the electrifying effect on your own person — you can glimpse what true passion is. Brittle skin, solid resolve.
My second favorite film was Valley Upising (we only saw a short 28 minute edit) about the beatniks who dropped out of society to spend their time taming the unclimbable walls of Yosemite. The way they problem-solved and applied both aestheticism and wisdom to the craft of climbing left me hungry to learn more. So, basically I’d love some more adventure documentary recommendations if y’all have any.
I’ve started tracking what I’ve bought this year with a dedicated Pinterest board. I approached shopping for the upcoming year as a serious endeavor, as opposed to my bargain-shopping days. I used to shop as a hobby and, as a result, brought home piles of cheap, ill-fitting, mis-matched clothing. Instead, I spent a couple of weeks evaluating what I wore most last year and what I “need” to accommodate my lifestyle. Over the past 8 months my life has changed dramatically — I have a new job with a new dress code, a new climate starkly different from Texas’ and new hobbies that mostly take place outdoors. Unfortunately, this lifestyle shift has necessitated something of a wardrobe shift as well. Most of what I’ve accumulated speaks to the weird mix of Parisian-boho-normcore style I am attempting to cultivate. This striped shirt is one of my wardrobe additions so far. I love the boat neck and the fact that it’s not a stark white breton, but rather a cream paired with muted black. I’ve worn this exact outfit two or three times already, both to work and for after-dinner drinks. It’s quickly becoming a staple.
Shirt: Gap // Shoes: Gap (thrifted) // Pants: Old Navy