Breakfast at Outerlands
Last weekend, I had all of my best college girlfriends in town for the weekend. It was so much fun having them in San Francisco and showing them some of my favorite spots in the city. Obviously, we needed to eat.
Last weekend, I had all of my best college girlfriends in town for the weekend. It was so much fun having them in San Francisco and showing them some of my favorite spots in the city. Obviously, we needed to eat.
I had a little too much fun shopping both online and in the store to take advantage of the Sephora Friends & Family 20% off discount.
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Baking is sacred. Its methodical measurements are therapeutic. The precision required to ensure that one baked good is as close to perfection as possible is a challenge. A challenge that somehow calms me and makes me appreciate the end result that much more.
Last week, I walked into Lush to restock some of my bath bombs (which I love!) and got a little sidetracked by the fresh face masks. I haven’t tried much of Lush’s skincare, but I was intrigued by the masks displayed on ice.
I love to eat. Eating is one of my very favorite things to do. Not eating just anything, however. I love eating made-from-scratch, expertly prepared, innovative yet not scary, delicious, artisanal food. But, what I love even more than eating, is cooking.
I remember being a little girl, sitting on my Mom’s bathroom floor, watching her put on her makeup. I remember watching her precisely apply her eyeliner. I remember her shades of lipstick. And I remember being fascinated.