San Francisco Summer

Talbots jacket, Old Navy shirt, Michael Kors Bedford satchel, Zara pants, Bloch flats.

Half Moon Bay

J.Crew Jackie cardigan, Banana Republic "Mad Men" skirt, J.Crew Factory Perfect shirt.

Look, ma, I made a GIF!

Is that your personal knife?

Talbots top. J.Crew shorts.

I've always loved the sight of a dog sticking its head out of a moving car, tongue-out and grinning from ear to ear. My neighbor's dog (pictured) has a permanent smile that is making me question my mysophobic pet-free existence. It's a tough decision. Cuddles or a germ-free sofa?

Napa Newbie

As a recent Californian, I couldn't wait to set foot in Napa, the oenophile's version of Disneyland. One of the wineries I had the pleasure of visiting was Stags' Leap, a property ripe with olive trees, wild turkeys, and yes, grapes. I'm not a sommelier, but I recommend you go for their 2008 Stags' Leap Cabernet Sauvignon Napa Valley and stay for the wild turkey sightings.

Wild turkey derriere.

Wardrobe Staple

J.Crew maritime dress. MICHAEL Michael Kors Bedford satchel. Bloch flats.

How do you guys get a series of Instagram photos onto that neat grid? It's a hipster's emergency. 

Once more, with feeling

I met this poppy in Napa. A bit of a poser, eh?

Dear five readers,
I know you thought I'd quit this blog (and for a while, I did too), but I'm still breathing over here. Not comfortably, though - a cold has turned me into a very attractive Mrs. Potato Head, bulbous nose and all. But enough about my looks! (this blog has always been more about philosophy and the dwindling economy). What have I been up to these past few months? 

1. I left my beloved Vancouver and moved to Mountain View, California. It's a long story and no, I did not get a job at Google. I did, however, get a Costco membership card from a clerk who asked me what Canadian was. As in: "What language do Canadians speak?"

2. I don't know anyone in the area so I'm lonely enough to constantly bombard my neighbors with babysitting offers. Will you lend me your baby for a few hours of human interaction? Please? Your cat then? A fern?

3. I realized being too secretive is silly (except when my best friend and I "invented" a secret alphabet to pass notes in class and dissuade my mom from reading my journal - that was vital). From now on, I will always use my real first name (ANA - what's up, fellow palindromes?) and never my last name (five stalkers are no fun). 

You stay classy, five readers. 
Ana