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TOMBOY CONFESSION: M has said that her confession would only wax poetic about ham or sweet potato pie or my deliciously festive sparkling Cosmopolitan cocktails from Christmas, so I guess I’ll say a few words in her stead. We are both VERY excited about the gun rack my brother and his girlfriend so thoughtfully gave us for Christmas. She keeps fussing with her hair, y’all, saying it’s already gotten too long, despite the fact that it’s only been three weeks since she had it cut. Tomboys!

A bit about this blazer: M found it without much ado at our favorite neighborhood thrift store, for five gay bucks and in pristine condition. Turns out it’s from a little place in San Francisco that’s been in business for over 35 years, The Hound Shop. The embroidered label on the inside says “Tailored for the Montgomery Street Man” and has a great hound in the center – it’s really fantastic. She did a dapper job pairing it with this vintage striped, flat-bottom tie I got her two Christmases ago, I think.

FEMME CONFESSION: I really, really, really love this dress! Another epic thrift store find – it must have been somewhere between $3-$5, tops. From the fluttery little sleeves to the deep pinks and reds to the cut and wearability – it’s almost perfect. I have to try it in some va-va-voom heels and decide whether or not the hem needs to come up a couple of inches. I tossed the beret on as an afterthought on our way out of the door and it really made the buttoned-up look (though the weather was so agreeable, I didn’t need the coat at all).

Long story short, it was a very brilliant Christmas – cozy and raucous and abundant in the best ways – with a very full house, wonderful surprises, lots of incredible food and loved ones. My mother had several silly games with awesome prizes for us to play, including a 2-page, multiple choice Christmas trivia quiz in red and green ink that had us all in stitches (M had the lowest score of everyone, even the foreigners – it was hilarious). Nearly everyone teared up when I opened my mom’s gift to me – several sets of my beloved Grandma’s gorgeous vintage jewelry – I was astonished! Amazed and so, so touched.

Some festive Christmas pics below:

CONFESSION: Tuesday seems so very long ago that I can scarcely remember what even happened that day. I woke up, pouted about heading to a photo shoot in the South Bay for a meeting, the overcast of morning clearly refusing to budge, I wore this beret and piled on olive green eyeshadow because I felt moody, arrived at the photo shoot, admired a necklace, attempted to download some software, declined offers to shoot and/or be shot, smoked cigarettes, drove back, went to the library…oh! So, two things about this outfit. The dress looks like a nightie when it’s not belted, which I kind of love, and the great little shrunken, perfectly faded denim jacket belongs technically to the petite. Oh!

When: Saturday, Jan. 10th, 2009.

What: Silk blouse by Chelsea Flowers, James Jeans Dry Aged Denim. Wool beret from H&M, black patent pumps by MaxStudio, metallic leather bag by Dolce Vita.

Confession: M & I had another San Francisco date today. It was superfun, and we went to Baghdad Cafe for brunch, which is where our first ‘real’ date was (see, we made out the night we met at a lesbian club called Hot Pants, and then I was super wily for a few weeks, and then she finally caught me and we had a date…and then happily ever after, la la la). We want to buy the handsome house in the alley this photo was taken in – exactly between the Mission and Castro off 16th.

The gays at Mr. S fawned all over my beret and the one guy made humping sex moves when explaining to us that the leather can gradually stretch over time and with normal use, so to make sure we come back if any adjustments need to be made, and by the way, “Nice heels!” AWESOME. Below are some photos from this awesome Cajun gingerbread restaurant in Oakland. My parents used to come here on special occasions ALL THE TIME when I was very, very wee, and it closed kind of abruptly last year, before M & I had the chance to try it. Sad. Still, I’m glad we got some photos before we move and it gets torn down and everyone forgets all about it, boo hoo hoo.

Also, here are my foul split ends and a photo of just how spectacularly pretty it was today: