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Remember how I was whining about the fact that last week was super lame? THIS WEEKEND IS SUPER AWESOME. The tomboy, it’s true, is not 100% recovered, but sometimes you just have to power through it (bless it).

The femme gods smiled upon me and an incredible makeup artist appeared this morning to beautify me before a photo shoot for the Lesbians in SF Stereo show at the Lexington for SF Pride. I got to hug lots of gorgeous horses, snuggle tons of puppies, and have scabby battle wounds from tangoing with a semi-feral cat (I think I won). The drive out to the location in La Honda (home to Neil Young, apparently) was stunning, and it was a gorgeous day, and what better album to have playing than Camera Obscura’s Underachievers Please Try Harder?! Perfection.

Then I went home, and M challenged me to a game of tennis. I threw on my Gossip t-shirt and a tennis skirt and kicks, and we managed to lose 5/8 brand new tennis balls! (Note to self: Just buy the huge box at Costco. Seriously.) M found out the hard way that I have a killer serve and backhand; I remembered that you get calluses on your hands when you play, and that since I’m left-handed, it’s probably best that I play without wearing an engagement ring.

For dinner, I whipped up some spicy BBQ pulled pork sandwiches and a batch of my homemade french fries while M watched Frida and nibbled on french bread and Dayquil. When it came to the part where Frida concedes to Diego’s meddling ex over breakfast, I shouted from the kitchen: “If you ever leave me and marry another woman, there is no way I’m teaching that bitch to make my french fries!” Knife waving in the air all crazy. Of course, M’s reply was “Dummy, I’m never leaving you. Can I have a test fry now? I always make you test pancakes!” Pout, pout, pout.

These fine photos are from Friday, however. On a whim the girls came with me while I ran an errand, and we decided to drive all the way out to Pacifica-by-the-sea to look around. It was beautiful! We got lost and pulled over here, and started exploring. The property above seemed abandoned and there were a few other places for sale right on the water, which gave us big ideas. We mulled it over dinner with a view of the glorious sunset you’ll see below. It was magical.

Yesterday we slept in, lazed around the house, went to a tea dance that got rained out and I had a completely hysterical femme breakdown because my nude snakeskin pumps took quite the bath (they seem to be okay now), but the evening was saved by dinner with a friend at Absinthe in Hayes Valley, where the service and cocktails and burrata and filet mignon were so outstanding that nothing else mattered.

We ended up in a cozy pile in front of the fireplace, where we burned our one last log from the season and listened to Death Cab for Cutie streaming live from the Sasquatch Music Festival, pretending we were really there in Washington laying in sleeping bags looking at the stars and feeling bad for our make-believe friends, who were waiting for us back at camp to eat S’mores and turn in for the night.

Alas, the tomboy has fallen asleep beside me on the couch, and I must bid thee goodnight!

Trousers + Earrings: Asos
Necklace: Marielle Ivy
Sandals: Seychelles
Tunic: eBay
Blazer: H&M

There’s so much drama in this fancy vintage coat. This whole outfit is rather obviously inspired by Mad Men, because I’ve been obsessing over these related blog posts for the last two weeks. In fact, the hardest thing to decide when accessorizing it was choosing between a Joan-like updo and brooch or tying the scarf that’s on my bag around my neck like Betty Draper. I can’t remember where I got the coat, but it’s a very heavy, supple fabric and yet it’s light enough to wear on a nice day.

The single button at the navel means that a gale of wind flings the coat back wildly, in a very melodramatic way, which I do love.

Even though I’m sometimes tempted to let this dress go, it’s one of M’s favorites and I can’t quite bear to do it. I had a meeting to go to, so I wore sheer black pantyhose with this, which I don’t normally do. I can’t remember where this necklace came from, but I think I like it better paired with white and denim, over black.

Dress / Belt, H&M
Bag, Emilie M.
Shoes, Linea Paolo
Coat / Scarf / Brooch / Watch, vintage

This is what’s on our weekend agenda (happy hour starts…now):

• Seeing one of my favorite bands, Stars (listen to the new album here if you want to)
• Dancing the night away at Flourish, an ultra-chic lesbian dance party
• An after-hours private spa party with fancy nibbles and champagne for some of my closest gal pals at a local Lush

SF Pride has arrived and just keeps coming like a freight train. WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS?!

FEMME CONFESSION: Y’all? We are still packing, still working a lot, still wishing it was already that blessed time when me and my girls and pups are all settled into our new place. This is going to be quick and dirty, but SF PRIDE was so, so amazing and so, so good to us. My sweet Grandma Jones’s delicious secret bourbon slush recipe was a big hit (someone even suggested that it should be the new house drink) and when I woke up in our new place with M on Sunday morning, the birds were singing and I half-thought when I opened my eyes that they’d be right there with ribbons at the ready and there might be bunnies braiding my hair. Heavenly. I cannot wait to be there 100%.

PS. M bought me this lovely lilac parasol at SF Pride. Isn’t it cute?

PPS. There will be no tomboy confession, as M is out of commission and has been since about 10 minutes after the photos below were taken, poor thing. She also adds that she has inexplicable bruises to share, if anyone is interested.

FEMME BONUS ROUND: Y’all get a bonus round. This fancy outfit is a wardrobe change post-Dyke March, to get ready for late night drinking and dancing! As we were boozy, they didn’t come out so hot, but they’ll do in a pinch, I guess.