Greetings, femmebots and delicious wonderful weirdos!
We're nuzzled in the sweet soft warm fuzzy nectar-laced petals of spring and I've cut my hair, hit the slopes, gone into hibernation at Bass Lake with the grizzlies, manned the helm on a few bay sails, fostered a handful of tiny furry angels, hanged ten or twenty or so, and probably drunk my own body weight wine tasting in our perfect, blissful wine country at least a couple times (hiccup).
I've also been working my tail off since I last posted, but how about we first marvel at the wonder that is BERTS52 here?!?!!??! Damn, Bert. Well done! And I'm a sucker for beautiful old school signs — look at the heartbreakingly cool patina on this tall-as-heck furniture sign below!
I love this dress. This may be a first, but I can't for the life of me remember where I got it because my brain is approximately 84,000 tangled balls of yarn these days. But it's vintage, I do know that, and it's a nice cotton batik print perfect for summer. (Or, you know, April in Napa, when it's 80+ degrees out and you try to take photos in full sun so all the colors get wonky!)
I paired it with some pretty major wedges by Michael Kors, a Dune London satchel and wooden beaded necklace from Barrio Vintage. Also a pair of amazing Burberry sunglasses — the temples are gold Gabardine lace and tipped with luscious brown leather, and the frame itself is a pretty, neutral mid-tone horn acetate — maybe the fanciest ones I've ever owned!
Another absurdly cool car in downtown Napa, albeit unfortunately parked in front of a much less cool little gas station, but I just couldn't leave it out! We had a long weekend there to celebrate my birthday way, way back in early April, and to see Rufus Wainwright for the second time at Uptown Theater, a beautiful little historic venue that always makes any show a little bit more special.
He was splendid and I sobbed through his entire set as usual. I would pretty much fork over my firstborn cat to do this whole wild Wainwright Libre! Rufus In Havana jam in the fall. What a curious and lovely little way to discover Cuba it would be! Below: Snacks and pretty libations at Basalt, which was very good but not quite as special as Angele a bit further down the road.
Eventually we stopped exploring (and drinking wine) long enough to make it back to our suite at the infinitely charming B&B, La Belle Epoque, to freshen up and get changed for the show.
I had a ridiculously poofy strapless taffeta dress to wear, with a little veiled velvet bow hat and vintage purse. (The veil came in very handy for disguising the mascara-stained rivers on my face!) He played The Art Teacher! TEN THOUSAND CRYFACE EMOJIS.
Love you, miss you, more soon. Pinky swear!