3 THINGS ABOUT SAN FRAN

Alrigthy peeps! (speaking of peeps, time to rifle through the clearance bins at Publix for our favorite marshmallow chicks! Two second tangent, over and out.) I'm writing this post mostly as future reference for myself (since San Francisco hasn't seen the last of me, that's for sure!) But if any of you find yourself in the Bay area anytime soon (or in 20 years, I'm not picky.) maybe you could take note of my sage advice and heed my wisdom. Or read this post at least.

 ONE: Whatever you do, WALK DOWN FILLMORE! Like, I can't stress that enough. Not only will you be overwhelmed with flower shops and cupcake stores (need I say more?), but it's got the cutest houses and the best views of the bay. Don't forget this one peeps!

TWO: A few of my favorite fashion bloggers live in SF, and their hair is always perfect. Naturally I assumed that SF had good hair vibes and that I too, would have nice hair on my trip. NOT THE CASE. SF is windy like you wouldn't believe! As my friend Sarah said after I sent her this, "I think it's ponytail day?" Ponytails, braids, buns, or baldness. Whatever you do, don't leave your hair down or you will regret it for the rest of eternity.

THREE: The food at the ferry building is really good. Like, really, really good! In my humble opinion, anyway. I had a grilled cheese with some kind of wildly exotic cheese, and it's safe to say since then, every grilled cheese has left a lot to be desired. So anyway, Ferry Building it is!

Really you guys, San Fran was probably one of the coolest cities. And I've been to a stinking lot of places, but SF was just the greatest. A hippie haven, nonetheless. Obviously I support that.

And on that note, Peace to you!

Peace from San FranDisco!

I guess it's a tradition to find some sort of pun or something for places we travel to (The Juan You Love, anyone?) Anyway, puns aside let's talk about San Francisco!

 

My love affair with San Francisco began on my bed, of all places, while I was no doubt wearing my cool print pajama pants (which have long since been sent to Goodwill). I was busy plowing through easy reading books for the library summer reading program (gosh, I miss those!) and the Julie books were in my stack. And I don't know if it was the flare jeans or the fortune cookies, but those silly books have had me wanting to travel to San Fran (and the Hippie era, thank you very much!) since good ol' 2009.

 

And so, my irrational love of San Francisco and the hippies who inhabit it was born! Hippies have come up serveral times here on the blog (Hippie Vans! Hippie party! Hippie Haven! oh my!)

So obviously you can see why setting foot on San Francisco soil was such, a big, deal.

 

▲▲ Yay for cliché! Nothing like a touristy photo to set the mood for a post of touristy greatness! Contrary to the faux smile I had going on, I was kind of miserable at that point so I don't think I really appreciated the bridge as much as I should have (My excuses are that I was hungry, freezing and my feet were bleeding. Yes?)

 

 ▲▲ At the Full House house, on the stoop, no less! Let's all take a moment to honor the scrunchies and the crimped hair that made that show infinitely better. Oh and the mullets! Those need a moment (or two!)

 

 ▲▲ Some snaps of the city! Cities begin to look the same after a while, but thanks to the hills SF had different views. So my photos are slightly different than every other US city post you've suffered through, hooray for change!

 

 

So, dreams do come true! And while I didn't get to see Julie and Ivy running around with their fortune cookies and flare jeans (shouting hippie catch phrases, of course) I did get to see SF and that's pretty much all a girl could ask for.

 

ps: feel free to browse the hippie hashtag. (thank you, I think I will!)

pps: sarah, you still should have won the costume contest! #hippiesarenotfair

The Party

Last night was my birthday party. I had so much fun! I took 564 pictures. I got Richard Simmons. I ate soggy cookies with smiley faces. I wore my mustard tights. Yes! Good times.Tricia's famous hip pose.

This is what will happen if you copy a video.


I loved Charleen's name tag.
Rachel, Emmalynne, Emily and I were the costume winners. (I attribute it all to the mustard tights.)


Everyone was a little nervous about these.

Richard Simmons! Thank you Sarah for doing it!

My punk was being so cute during the party. (So was Emily.)
Everyone loved the soggy cookies.

Mom told my Tissue Issue story. And she gave out tissues! Hope was hilarious with them.

Hilarious moment.
Sarah, your outfit rocked. You should have won!

Susie and Faith.

Let the celebration commence

This girl is a little older today.


And look who came to my party! These little princesses! I was so happy to have them.

Oh, and this little rug rat. You're always welcome.

I got the greatest gifts. Thank you wonderful family! I loved everything.

I couldn't get it open.
So much to add to my collection.

Now, I have 14 attendees attending my party and I am already hearing about groovy boots and tye dye . I am going shopping tomorrow to help Emily find the perfect garb.

Also, tomorrow I go out for birthday breakfast with dad. It is one of our greatest traditions. Every year, KJ and I pick a restaurant to go to with dad for breakfast. It's not always on our birthdays, but we strive to go very near it.

Happy Thursday chickabidies. Crafts come tomorrow - woot woot. :)

Hippie Haven

If my hippie museum were real, hippies would be flocking to it.

They’d to anything to get a tour of the Hippie Van garden....


Or a chance to splash around in the Polka Dot Pond.

Well, its official. I'd be out of business in 3 hours.

Why I love Hippie Vans...

Hippie Van. Love Bus. Whatever you call 'em, I love 'em. It has been a life long dream of mine to have a orange hippie van with flowers and zebra print curtains. Wouldn't you like to ride around in a van like that!??! I sure would. And yahoo for me, Volkswagen is coming out with the Bully in 2014, which happens to be a hippie style van. I am so thrilled. When I am 19 I will buy a 3 year old Bully and be as happy as a clam. I also dream about hippie vans. I am serious:

Setting: Me and Creighton MacConnell in a taxi passing a junkyard. I see a hippie van. It's orange. I fall in love. Then this conversation takes place.

Me: I really want a hippie van.
Creighton: Why on earth would you want one of those stupid things?
Me: I don't know...'cause they're cool?
Creighton: They are dirty and smelly and disgusting and the dumbest car on the planet.
Me: Well, I want a Beamer if that makes you feel better.
Creighton: Okay, good.

End of conversation. Beginning of hippie van love. I do want a beamer, but it is more likely that I will stumble upon a glorious hippie van in a junk yard, than waltz into a BMW dealership with enough money to actually buy a silver beauty with reclining seats.

So that is why I love hippie vans. Because they are cool. Because Zebra print curtains are optional. Because I dream about them. And because there's a Bully in a factory in China with my name on it.

Sincerely,
This is the only case where I love bully's.

Hug a Vegan/Hippie

I hugged one vegan! I forgot to hug the other vegan, but anyhoo, one will do. I did my see-crud handshake with the other vegan, (who's not so vegan) so it think that counts as a hug. Whenever Emily eats meat, I clap. Cheer. Sing songs about the wonders of meat. I'm kind of mean that way. I am sorry! I could not live without bacon, ham and hamburgers. And maybe chicken nuggets.

My father and Mother have been invited to a hippie party. Don't you love it when you say father and mother? It makes me sound so prim and proper. Anyway, they have.
Dad's yet to acquire his full costume, but the wig and pendant are a pretty good start. And the sunglasses. Those are good too. And while we were in goodwill today looking for a costume for mom and me, I heard "gimme some lovin". I really wanted to break out and dance. I resisted until I got home and danced with Richard and the gang. Big Mama. Charlie. Emily. I love them. I am making Richard Simmons believers everywhere, and it is just the greatest.

And that's that. I hope you hugged your vegan today.

Sincerely,
Do you love sausage???