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The sun has been trying its hardest to cut through the nip in the air since morning, and I’ve been fighting the pups for patches of it in the living room. These are my new booties! They are so comfortable and I can’t stop stomping around in them.

Truth be told this was all inspired by the skirt, the fantastically dated length of it and the charming little pocket watch print, which I thrifted then promptly laundered yesterday, and also by reading Wild Girls by Diana Souhami, which makes normally sane lesbians want to “wear lots of eye makeup and smoke opium and write terrible poetry, and then go horseback riding in Paris” because even having copious sex with innumerable lesbians in various countries gets tedious sometimes, it’s true.

I’d put it down to finish The Help and in my (very short-lived) excitation over Super Sad True Love Story a week or so ago, but I still get to savor the last half. Whee! We’ve just met Romaine. She is damaged goods. Bewitching, irresistible, heartbreakingly gorgeous damaged goods. The book is full of filthy rich, wicked, wicked lesbians in Paris at the turn of the 20th century. They fall in and out of infatuation fast enough to give you whiplash, perform Sapphic dance rituals together in gardens (I should hope naked, though the book clearly pictures them clothed), make love on bear rugs and get into lavish affairs and have grandiose continental breakups. It was given to me as a gift and I can already tell this book is going to be a lifelong bad influence reserved for very special occasions.

Clearly, I recommend it.

Here’s another thing I’m obsessed with right now, and it’s just fine if you laugh:

I will continue to drive around in the sweet California sunshine with my windows rolled down, singing this real loud with all my little heart. My only defense is that it’s a cover of a Rascal Flatts song (at least I think that’s a decent defense, somebody better come on and back me up here!).

I will come back tomorrow to show you the special Valentine’s Day edition boudoir-style shots, and how M and I almost got a divorce last night over a highly architectural black fleece Asos dress I procured recently. She even turned the dogs against me, y’all. Bird tried to run away. Stay tuned!

Thrifted skirt, ancient black tank, Etsy corset-belt-suspender thing, Aldo boots, vintage fur and rings, Banana Republic necklaces. Nail polish is Zoya’s Elodie! XO!

Saturday began innocently enough. We woke up, put a batch of cinnamon rolls into the oven for breakfast, watched a bit of BBC’s Pride & Prejudice and set out for the East Bay to find M some skater shoes. While I found an excellent new jacket and an adorable ski cap with hearts on it, M ran into one dead end after another with the shoes. To add insult to injury, Buffalo Exchange sent her into a homo panic and some persnickety baby dyke with no manners and a lot of attitude looked me up and down obscenely (and repeatedly) enough to solicit M’s wrath. It wasn’t pretty, but no blows were exchanged. Having had it with Oakland, we returned to SF and freshened up for our date.

Contigo Kitchen + Cava, a cozy tapas restaurant in Noe Valley with a strangely appealing lime green and firewood motif, didn’t open until 5:30PM, so we popped into a few shops and grabbed a warm-up round of pleasant enough cocktails at Bliss bar. DINNER WAS AMAZING. We had the pork belly, lamb shoulder and patatas bravas, and M & I both tried hazelnuts for the first time. They were delicious, as well as the cheese plate and prosciutto (the sheep’s milk was my favorite). It began to rain and as we wrapped up dinner, a few friends invited us out for drinks at a lesbian party at a gay club in the Castro. Much debauchery ensued, and I almost immediately stripped off the cardigan, leggings and coat when we walked in, it was that hot.

Strangely, we seemed to know everyone there. It was like one big, unending jovial reunion of sorts, and boozy texts to have even more friends join us were successful, making everything that much more epic. We woke up in relatively little pain this morning, but were USELESS in our attempt to gather coffee and other supplies, and yet managed to procure M some skater shoes. FINALLY. They are Vox (and from an awesome skate shop called Cruz on Mission) and she is pleased, so I am pleased. As promised, after lunch (desert fries, yum) she took me to see Nine at the Castro Theater. Neither of us had ever been there before, so it was extra-dreamy and romantical. (I wish I could say the same for the movie!)

The storms kept us from a spontaneous trip to the snow, but hopefully y’all have had equally exciting holiday weekends. One more day to go! Whee!