A Grain of Salt

Purple scarf and coral earrings, necklace, Forever 21. Black t-shirt and cut-off jean shorts, Wet Seal. Leather snap belt, Gap. Tights, DKNY. Cognac suede boots, Urban Outfitters. Brown cardigan, Lulu's. Sunglasses, Club Monaco.

I'm finally back home after a week of traveling between Sacramento and the Bay Area. While I was there I was able to spend some quality time with some of my good girlfriends that I grew up with and it always gets me thinking that I need to move back to the Bay Area sooner rather than later. The night was replete with intense discussions about models who kill themselves, members of the axis and allies, the difference between cold sores and herpes, and the advantages of wearing sweatpants in public. It wouldn't have been a true girls-night without a little salting of each other--yes, Jen literally salts people at random and says, "Get out of here slug!" It actually got to the point where her boyfriend had to take the salt shaker away from her.

I don't know how it happened but I was able to drag Jer away from his fantasy hockey league to go do a little shoe reconnaissance mission at the mall and take a couple pictures while we were there. All I'm going to say is that I may just have to forgo my hatred of faux leather for the time being...