Picnics and trains.
Confession: Ta-da! New birdie dress. I love it. It's comfortable and easy and a gorgeous cornflower blue I so love, even if I hated the actual crayon when I was little. Let bygones be bygones! Today my loverbird fed me breakfast in bed - freshly baked croissants and delicious Peerless coffee - and then we made fancy little fried chicken sandwiches and arranged sneaky booze and set out for Dolores Park in San Francisco, because it was a glorious day. The bay was choppy, a million sailboats and windsurfers were out and while the park was windy, it was deliciously warm whenever the breeze slowed down. We snuggled and read books and snacked and giggled a lot.
Why? Because hipsters pretending to play Scrabble, the guy rope-walking barefoot between a few palms and the guitar singalong Brazilians camped out a few yards away from us. At some point a young guy rode by on his bicycle with paper-wrapped flowers for some lucky lass, which was adorable. There was a tiny black puppy flopping all over himself next to us, and while we missed the creme brulee guy, we politely declined the pretty ganja truffles for sale.
I read this book, which I'm enjoying very much:
Now here is a little collection of some photos from our picnic. Clockwise from left:
- Tomboy shoes, femme shoes.
- My crazy Gap Kids sunglasses in electric blue.
- Luna Park is one of our Mission favorites, with their delicious fancy baby corn dogs.
- Fancy couple next to a scooter.
- Open your golden gates!
- A cuddle.
- A bashful cuddle.
- A friendly cuddle.
- Obnoxious Brazilians!
- The essentials.
- The high school. I think.
- The palms.
- The tomboy.
- Young man with flowers.
- Ice cream!