This little lace jacket is the best thing ever. Well, the best $24.95 I've ever spent at H&M, anyway. (Since the time I got this dress.) Since it's been all Tahoe! Tahoe! Snow! Snow! here lately (you didn't think I was done posting those, did you?), I thought I'd give y'all a wee break to show you how delightfully sunny and temperate it's been this weekend.
It was a perfect Sunday. We slept in, made Eggos and cooked our bacon in a bit of Macallan's short-lived Amber Whisky Liqueur, which was a very clever idea I had while lying half-awake in bed this morning. A friend gave us about 8 0z. of the precious golden liquid last night and we are savoring every delicious, pecan and maple flavored drop. I gave the dogs some much-needed baths and M tooled around the yard, and then we fetched the petite from her grandmother's, where we all had birthday cake for her auntie.
And then we went to go and see COUNTRY STRONG, and it was fantastical. Yeah, I said it. F A N T A S T I C A L.*
*This has nothing to do with my crush on Blair, I mean Leighton.
Last night we had dinner in the wine country, Yountville to be specific, to celebrate a friend's birthday at a restaurant called Ad Hoc (for temporary relief from hunger, you know). Yountville at night is positively enchanting, all the trees alight and the picturesque road twinkling like a pristine Mamet set just waiting to be wrecked by humanity.
Ad Hoc was bustling just the right amount when we arrived, the service was almost impeccable and the courses came out at an indulgently languorous pace - we were there for 3.5 hours! There were two highlights for me: the fried Tolenas Farm quail with blonde castelfranco radicchio and a chili garlic vinaigrette, and their magical, magical monkey bread. I'd never had monkey bread! The birthday boy, who is from Kentucky, couldn't believe we'd never encountered it before. It was served with pecan ice cream and miles and miles of sweet, golden caramel.
We drove all the way back home and had a round of festive nightcaps at the Forbidden Island Tiki Lounge in Alameda. That's a pic of us in our little tiki booth up there - I should have worn my coconut bra!
Nothing much else to report except my excitement at having mastered the fine craft of careless, so-what French braiding! I was going to leave them down in pigtails, but the silhouette was so interesting that I twisted them just above the nape of my neck, tucked the ends in haphazardly and pinned the mess into place. On a whim, I clipped these feathers and rhinestones in like I would fresh flowers and that was that.
Lace jacket, hair clips: H&M Cowboy boots: Nocona Dress: Zara
The earrings were a Christmas gift from M - dainty, faceted citrine drops with hand-hammered silver rings, the watch is Guess with a vintage band, the talon bracelet and single feather silver necklace are from Banana Republic.