well shucks

Spent my Sunday shucking oysters at the Tomales Bay Oyster Co. Yes, I'm really into making bad puns lately. And peplum tops.
What I wore: Zara peplum top, UO jeans, Boutique 9 sandals, vintage beaded sweater Oyster shucking at Tomales Bay Oyster Co. sauteed oysters with chorizo and sweet corn The scene at Tomales Bay Oyster Co. A couple of doggie friends

calmate guey

Mira! Mexico was a wondrous journey away from my iphone and towards total and utter relaxation. We spent the majority of our time in the picturesque town of Tulum, about two hours south of the Cancun airport. It is, quite literally, a chickens-in--the-road kind of town where they only take cash and time merely plods along as opposed to sweeping your feet out from under you and punching you in the solar plexus. In fact, the only thing I did with any kind of rapidity while there was burn through 900-pages of Shantaram. Here's what it looked like:

Beach combing in a vintage caftan I purchased last time I was in Palm Springs. I'll give you one guess whether I have ever worn it before, and whether I'll ever wear it again... (hint: San Francisco is currently 58 degrees)

Continue the magical photo tour after the jump!

Day 3: HOME STRETCH

In t-minus 12 hours, I'll be able to eat!!!!!
 

Day 3 is practically in the bag. I felt alert and well-rested today even though I got about an hour less sleep than I usually do. My clothes are also pleasingly loose on me, but like I said, I expect that to last all of a week. On the downside, I'm so completely nauseated by (and sick of) the taste of the juices, that I'm not going to be able to make myself finish the last 2. Instead, I had a small handful of walnuts, and when I start to get really hungry, I'm going to go to bed. Unconsciousness is always the best defense against discomfort.

Now, the important part: getting back to eating the foods that I love! I wish I could stuff my face with everything pictured above tomorrow, but in reality, I'll have to ease back into eating solid foods slowly, starting with the ugly stepchildren--cooked veggies and salad with grilled chicken. One thing I WILL be indulging in is a cappuccino, which I've been depriving myself of for the past week. I guess the one thing I've learned through this whole juice cleanse business is you have to pick your vices. Of all my vices (of which there are so many!) I pick:

coffee
alcohol (in moderation, of course)
cheese

And the vices I have to do my best to curb are:

bread, cereal, pasta (I'm a carb hound)
Red meat (ok, I'm not swearing off of it forever, but I'll try to cut back)
dairy

Ok, enough about all this. I've bored myself. I promise never to talk about food again unless it's delicious food that I'm eating. Amen and good night.

Day 2: evidence of things unseen

what I wish I was eating: chocolate covered potato chips via Because I'm Addicted

I've made it to the end of day 2, and I wish I could tell you I feel fan-fucking-tastic. To be honest, I do feel a lot better than yesterday. No headache, and I'm definitely not as fatigued, plus I managed to avoid the full-on ED (explosive diarrhea) that plagued me last night. But something has occurred to me, and that's that living without food isn't really living at all. I mean, no duh, but I don't think it really hits home how important the ritual of food is until you can't eat it.

Case in point: I was working from home today, so my mom said (without thinking) "oh, let me come meet you for lunch." While I'm sure she would have come out just to, you know, sit in a room and drink dandelion tea with me, it would have been so pointless. After eating, what else is there besides reading (a solitary activity) watching movies (goes better with popcorn) and shopping (which requires fuel to do properly)? NOTHING. Ergo, food is everything. And I can't wait to eat it again.

I suppose I should go into the positives while I'm at it. My jeans are definitely baggier on me today, but I'll bet you a million bucks they'll go back to fitting snugly as soon as I inhale the sweet odor of a hot dog (and then inhale said hot dog). I have to hope there are some invisible health benefits to doing this. And I'm not denying that it's good for me, but holy god it's not fun.

Oh, and because this is a style blog (not a whine about not eating blog) here's my favorite blog find of the day, Children With Swag:

YEP, MY OVARIES JUST EXPLODED.

Day 1: the hunger games

Since you're all dying to know how my CAN CAN juice cleanse is going (ok, I lied, only Angie is dying to know) I thought I'd give a quick update after day #1. In short, I'm still alive. But barely. Let's just say that however much you might imagine this sucks, it actually sucks 1,000 times more. Let's break it down.

For the next 3 days, I will be subsisting solely on eight 12-oz jars of juice per day:

Here's the "menu":

Lemon Ginger Juice 
Ingredients: lemon, ginger, cinnamon, cayenne, coriander, filtered water
What it tastes like: spicy water with lemon juice in it. Not sweet, and not particularly appetizing. This must be what those 2-week lemonade/maple syrup/cayenne pepper juice diets taste like. I'd rather pull out my eyelashes one by one than have to live off of this shit for 10 days.

Green Juice
Ingredients: celery, cucumber, green cabbage, broccoli, fennel, romaine, spinach, kale, parsley, ginger, apple, lemon
What it tastes like: Pretty much what you'd imagine--every vegetable in the grocery store put through a juicer. I drink this one 2x daily.

Dandelion Tea
Ingredients: dried dandelion leaves, filtered water
What it tastes like: regular herbal tea. It should be noted that I had to endure TWO of my co-workers eating delicious Philly cheese steak sandwiches today while I sipped on water with dried dandelion leaves in it. The world's cruelty knows no bounds.

Winter Orange Soup
Ingredients: Carrots, butternut squash, onion, garlic, celery, ginger, cayenne, cumin, curry, cinnamon, olive oil, coconut butter, sea salt, filtered water
What it tastes like: Delicious! This may be the one thing I have to look forward to in a lineup of beverages that are more healthy than they are tasty. It looks like baby food but tastes like an actual pureed soup, not some bastardized health food version of one.

Spiced Apple Juice
Ingredients: apple, fennel, cinnamon, nutmeg, mace, cloves, filtered water
What it tastes like: This one is actually not bad either. It tastes like a healthy version of apple cider. I don't hate it.

Mixed Nut Milk
Ingredients: raw almonds, hazelnuts, brazil nuts, cinnamon, dates, filtered water
What it tastes like: a creamy soy-based health drink. It's not bad, and although it's not sweetened the spices in it trick your mind into thinking it might be.

SO, the question is, how do I feel? Mostly like shit! I was ok until around lunchtime since I'm used to not eating breakfast (horrible I know). Then people started bringing food near me and smells started wafting in and I was pretty much ready to throw in the towel. And I've been TIRED as hell today, which I partially blame on a cold-turkey cutoff of caffeine. The pre-cleanse ritual involves slowly "cutting down or eliminating" caffeine, but up until today I was still drinking black tea, so today was technically my first 100% caffeine free day.

It should also be noted that when I got home from work, I broke down and "cheated" with 1/2 an avocado, which is an emergency measure that CAN CAN recommends if you feel like you're about to die. It was the best avocado I've ever had.

We'll see what tomorrow brings! I'm hoping it'll be somewhat easier, but you never know. I'm still waiting for that clear-headed come-to-Jesus moment when I realize that I never want to eat animal fat again and that processed foods are the bane of human civilization. So far nothing except a vague craving for Wendy's.

Oh, and the highlight of my day was definitely coming home to find these babies waiting for me:



Here's to a brighter, healthier tomorrow.

cleanse

wearing Madewell shirt and scarf, Zara coated jeans, Balenciaga heels, Timex watch, vintage ring

I clearly have no intention of ever taking this shirt off or posing for a picture without Kobe by my side. I can't help it!! He's so cute with his little flipper feet.

In more serious news, I am about to embark on a 3-day juice cleanse for the first time ever. Since I'm one who usually gets hangry (hungry angry) if I don't eat every 2 1/2 hours, this is going to be an exercise in emotional and physical self-control that probably won't be any more pleasant for friends, family, and co-workers than it will be for me. Already kicked off the "pre-cleanse" by cutting out caffeine (ouch), white flours (double ouch) and red meat. Wednesday is the day it all begins, so I'll be dragging each and every one of you along on this ill-advised adventure. Get ready.

29

what i wore to dinner: vintage dress, Louboutin shoes, TJ Maxx necklace

On Friday I got home from work and found that my car was missing. With a sinking feeling in my chest, I searched the blocks around my apartment, hoping that I'd eventually run into it and think, "duh, I forgot I parked there." Eventually I came to the realization that unless the car had taken itself for a drive, it had indeed been stolen. So I spent the better part of Friday night calling the police, waiting for them to come and take a report, and finally trying to convince them that identifying characteristics of my car--which include Louisiana brake tags and a number of angry liberal bumper stickers--were details worth writing down in their little notebooks. So in short, there's some asshole riding around in my 2000 Nissan Altima with 175,000 miles on it. And the police aren't going to do a goddamn thing except call me if they find it and give me 20 minutes to get to the location to pick it up or they'll charge me $300 to tow it to an impound lot.

Oh, and Friday was also my 29th birthday.

But fret not! In spite of the whole car theft incident, the weekend was awesome. I spent it at the Tonga Room with friends on Saturday and then went to dinner with my parents tonight. I think 29 will actually be a kick-ass year. As soon as I get a new car.

give thanks

wearing Armani Collection trousers from What Poppy Wants, Tucker blouse via Gilt, Zara cape, Missoni for Target shoes, vintage bag and bracelets, Christian Dior sunglasses, DIY tassel earrings

I'm thankful for the fact that this is the 4th Thanksgiving I've gotten to spend with my wonderful boyfriend. I'm thankful that I've had some of my friends for over 20 years. I'm thankful for my apartment, my job, my family, and the occasional lucky streak at the flea market. I'm just pretty stoked in general.

lumpia farts

wearing vintage skirt, J Crew sweater, Zara oxfords, Jewelmint necklace, vintage bag, hat from New Orleans, Christian Dior sunglasses

Optimistic dressing during a cold San Francisco summer unfortunately leads to rapidly stubbly legs and an immediate need for some hot food. Luckily, when I was traipsing around with Wardell this weekend, we had the brilliant idea of going to Irma's Pampanga Filipino restaurant. 10lbs of Chicken Adobo and a plate of lumpia later, and I wasn't thinking about the cold anymore.




shanghai lumpia, Sarsi sarsaparilla root soda which the ladies told me was "Filipino root beer". YUM.

3-day weekend, 3-day week

wearing vintage top, UO cardigan, H&M shorts, Swedish Hasbeens for H&M shoes

I spent the weekend like every other god-fearing blue-blooded 'merican: face down in a vat of BBQ while dunking my head in beer and getting sunburned as fuck. Three day week and then I'm off to Palm springs to get sunburned some more. It's going to be like 110 degrees or something absurd like that. Can't wait.