Yesterday I'm cruising along Sunset Blvd. (the cold one in San Francisco, not the hot one in LA) in the minivan, blasting some Matt-the-Electrician when I have the most visceral and magnetic road trip urge. I actually hallucinate the wind in my hair and some red lipstick. The Sienna morphs into some classic convertible. It's all I can do not to swing that baby on t0 280 and keep heading south.
Its been a long time since I've been on a road trip but it remains one of my go-to fantasies. I don't even know where I'd go: The Grand Canyon ala Thelma & Louise? Maybe just Santa Barbara or some little inland town I've always wanted to go to. What about you? Where would you go given a convertible and five free days? And who would you take with you? Me? I think I'd go alone.
A Thing I like
It was going to come to shoes sooner or later. And here they are: what may be the perfect marriage of comfortable mom-shoe and groovy I-could-totally-be-European style. Yes, please.