I know it’s all about snow and trees in most of the country right now, but here in the Bay Area, we’re in a state of perpetual fall. Jim and I trekked (ok, drove a whole 45 minutes) up to Allyson‘s place a few weeks ago, and we managed to squeeze in a few quick photos in her backyard before dinner. Dexter the cat kept his watchful eyes on us, but he eventually gave in and decided to ham it up a bit for the camera.
Since my first foray into lipstick two years ago, I’ve worn bright pinks, bold reds, and the occasional nude. I’ve stayed completely away from deep or dark colors, fearing that I’d look like a reject from a Buffy the Vampire Slayer casting. But the new deep wine and burgundy lipsticks look surprisingly fresh when paired with a mostly-bare face, and it was time to give it a shot.
Every time I head up north, visions of a dog (or a barn cat) and backyard dance in my head. I’ve always felt a split between my small-town roots and infatuation with urban life, and usually they stay balanced. But when the sun dips down low and the vineyard turns gold, it’s a tough act to compete with.
I’d like to pretend that I kept this grown-up ensemble on for the rest of the evening, but we all know I put on my footie pajamas the first chance I got. At least I wasn’t the only one!