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I’ll just let y’all drink that in for a second (but only just). I can’t even begin to imagine what I might have done, as a tender young femme, if I saw a sight such as this strolling along the beach at sunset one blustery May night years and years and years ago. At the very least, I would have pinched myself.

Tonight, we are celebrating the solar eclipse, the beginning of M’s birthday month, and the eve of summertime as marked by the petite’s last day of school, which is tomorrow  - but mostly the beginning of M’s birthday month. I found 10 of the most incredible vintage cocktail glasses during a lunchtime jaunt to a nearby thrift store, and upon coming home I promptly mixed up a round of Chapel Hill beverages, with a bottle of Hudson Manhattan Rye, Grand Marnier, and fresh-squeezed lemon juice. (We haven’t got any oranges, so the orange peel garnish was missing, alas.) I made her favorite meal and we dove into a tiramisu for dessert.

We’re now into a completely impromptu cocktail comprised of bourbon, triple sec, Domaine de Canton, a splash of orange mango juice, and a tiny little float of lemon soda. It tastes like something we’d order at Smuggler’s Cove. In short, it’s delicious.

If you haven’t yet figured it out, these are the butch companion photos to Sunday’s post! She’s wearing her Dior glasses again – something is wonky on the prescription with the Warby Parkers, so we have to get them fixed – and a very natty outfit, why I can almost see her fishing off the dock if only we had a tackle box and things with which to fish. She would fish in a tie the same way I’ve shown up to camp in stiletto boots.

How do we feel about fishing? I used to fish quite a lot when I was younger. In rivers and lakes and sometimes even wading for crawdads very many years ago. By far my favorite place to fish was tucked into a great lot of big rocks teeming with snakes on the Stuart Fork River in the Trinity Alps. Why am I even talking about this? Maybe because M’s favorite new thing is that ridiculous fool on River Monsters.

Pants: Zara
Shirt: Hurley
Sweater Vest: H&M
Tie: Calvin Klein
Shoes: Aldo
Eyeglasses: Dior Homme

So, we haven’t got any outstanding FFAF photos from the wedding you’ve heard so much about, but we have a VERY good reason for it.

#1 reason: An actual madman went on a rampage through our posh 4.5-star hotel, setting off fire alarms which forced all guests to evacuate while the police and fire department got everything sorted out. No one was hurt, thankfully, but our floor was particularly affected by the damage and to give you an idea of how badly behind schedule we’d got: I WAS LITERALLY STEPPING INTO THE SHOWER WHEN M STARTED HOLLERING ABOUT A FIRE ALARM. Out we went, and then we waited. By the time the coast was clear, we had 40 minutes to get ready (and that was after calling our driver and pleading with him to give us an extra ten minutes before fetching us for the drive to Lincoln). The wedding was a 35-minute drive away from Boston proper, and you bet your ass I was sitting in the back of that Lincoln cursing under my breath, putting on finishing touches, and trying not to panic.

Praise Dolly, by the grace of I-don’t-know-what we got to the wedding with just about ten minutes to spare before guests were seated – long enough to say hello to some dear friends and sip a little champagne. The wedding was beautiful, perfectly suited to the giddy, gorgeous couple, with a few lovely pinches of tradition thrown in with the modern art and some cheeky hilarity here and there.

We had so much fun and it was beautiful out. Not traditionally beautiful, no clear skies and sunshine, but the rain slowed to an ethereal, slightly spooky mist that just clung to the air and lingered in the trees. It was wonderful and utterly unlike the fog we get here. After the ceremony we took this stroll outside with friends, enjoyed bits of the amazing sculpture art and managed to snap a few photos. The night seemed to go by so fast – one super highlight was dancing to good old Tiffany – and the next thing I knew one of the brides was shoving a glass of their fancy rosé into my hand and telling me to slam it before the museum kicked us out. (Note to self: It’s fine to be a booze hero, but NEVER slam rosé. Maybe never slam champagne, period.) A big giant school bus took us all to an afterparty, and it was magical.

That was the way of it, so these stolen moments will have to do! We were just incredibly happy to be there and sharing the special evening with our friends and their dearest loved ones. Yay!

So! Here it is. A Winter Kate dress, with a sequined clutch and my vintage fox fur coat. Lots of rings and layered necklaces. The tomboy’s outfit is comprised of Zara slacks and grey-brown dress shoes, a striped Ralph Lauren shirt, sweater vest and blazer from H&M and a one-of-a-kind polka dot bowtie from Etsy. She’s drinking Maker’s. We’ll have to re-shoot these outfits to give you better details and such, but may these tide y’all over in the meantime!

Love,

FFAF

Hello!

Happy Oscars!

Happy Spring Forward! (Almost forgot, didn’t you?)

How handsome does the tomboy look in her vintage bowtie and sweater vest?! GAH!

It’s been an exciting weekend. I had a fantastic dinner with my BFF on Friday night,  traipsed 3.2 miles with the tomboy through the Castro and Mission in yesterday’s gorgeous sunshine, went dancing to the ladies of the 80s at New Wave City and brunched at noon today with a dear friend in the lovely Noe Valley. And if you want to hear a dirty little secret, I’ll tell you one (well, two):

1. I let the tomboy pick out my dress. I can’t believe it’s supposed to be worn this way!
2. M & I redressed in last night’s outfits for a FFAF shoot because we didn’t have time to last night!
3. I was forced to wear tights because my bruises from self-defense fights last weekend are still quite prominent and nasty looking. In fact, just yesterday I dubbed the one just above my left knee “the eye of Sauron.” It’s very serious!

I had a lily in my hair last night, but the rest is basically the same. Anyway, we were hoping that you could help us. The tomboy needs a new pair of glasses, and she tried some on yesterday but just isn’t sure. She is also convinced that Tom Ford frames are going to be the answer to all her prayers (not that she prays). Take a look at the three different frames below and let us know which ones you like the best in the comments section!