Hair Day, Share Day

*Aritizia bodysuit, Banana Republic jeans, Isharya body chain, Dior sunglasses*

Every 6-8 weeks or so I get to have my hair done and unload all my annoying problems to the best hairstylist in the city at Sassoon Salon. Check out this perfect bob, bodychain, bodysuit and big jeans. All the best B's.

*Hair by Michael Forrey at Sassoon Salon, 359 Sutter St., San Francisco, CA 94108

Don't Take My Boba

*Zara jacket, Aritzia dress, Tibi booties, Ray Ban sunglasses*

The other day I was at a new boba tea place excited to order my usual "Taro milk tea, no sweetness, light milk, extra ice, no boba with grass jelly, matcha pudding and fresh taro." To my utter shock instead of an Asian teeny bopper ready to take my order, I was greeted by some white hipster with a nose piercing and a fully groomed beard. After I told him my order he told me, I had to order from their menu which not only DID NOT have Taro milk tea, no sweetness, light milk, extra ice, no boba with grass jelly, matcha pudding and fresh taro, but their boba teas were mixed in with a bunch of weird things like kale salads and buratta. What??!! There was no popcorn chicken, no fish balls, no deep fried tofu dunked in that ridiculously spicy chili powder. And then I got a little scared and realized that those SF artisanal coffee people were trying to infringe on my beloved boba teas! They're trying to make artisanal boba tea! I don't want artisanal boba tea! I don't care that my taro tea comes from some weird purple powder and that those tapioca balls are unnaturally way too chewy to have normal edible stuff in them. That's the beauty of the boba tea, the grossness! SF, you've gone too far, you can coffee, you can have juices, you can have bread, and you can have ridiculous artisanal workouts, but don't take my bobas! #I'mGoingToRipYourNoseRingRightOffYourFace!!

*Maison Margiela rings, Hermes and Svelte Metals bracelets*

Nap Time

*Tularosa dress, Vince Camuto heels, Ray Ban sunglasses*

One question that I do not understand since having a baby is whether or not she can go out during her nap time. First of all, I'm not going to tell my baby when she should nap and I'm not going to time when I go out with her naps because I just refuse to eat lunch at like 3:57 pm. Second, and more importantly, she's being toted around in a stroller which is basically the most luxurious mobile bed complete with a soft pillow, a linen blanket for her legs, a fur blanket topper and if she gets bored, she can play with her most prized possession--a Baby Einstein musical radio that plays Beethoven! Beethoven! And this is every single time she goes out, this is her norm. I mean, if you can't sleep in that, you're in for a rude awakening about what real life is like. There's no Beethoven in a fur bed everyday, ya know? So yeah, if you're wondering if she can go out during her nap time, yeah she can, she's actually fine because her toy also plays Mozart.