Sunday, January 5, 2014

San Francisco is Always Right


 Recommended Good Eats:


For some authentic Vietnamese roll-it-yourself minced sugarcane shrimp and banana-leaf-wrapped beef goodness

For bite size but big in flavor coffee (that's how it's really done in Italy, duh) and to die for farm-to-table egg croissants 

For some yummy Argentinean style brains, tongue, and bone marrow (if you're into that) and a beautiful rooftop view to share good stories

For the best Irish coffee in town and a waitress who gives sweet, tingling hugs

SF Epiphanies:

Share your vulnerabilities. It makes you closer.

Acting 12 again in your hotel room with your cousins is way more fun than you when you were 12.

Don’t bring your kids to a bar unless you’re ready for a dirty-look-a-thon.

Quiet time is necessary and only makes loud, goofy time more awesome.

Family road trips always go down in history.

Don’t live by the rules. Just live. C'est la vie.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Insta Obsessed

A picture says a thousand words. A thousand pictures says a lot more. 
Kinda obsessed with Instagram's new editing features.  

Monday, December 30, 2013

Goodbye 2013


Goodbye to all the love, challenges, and growth.



2013, you've been so magnificent and yet so testing.


Goodbye 2013.


I’m ready for you 2014!!


xoxo 
Nadia

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Huntington Library and Botanical Garden


It felt like a dream...

Dress: Irene's Story | shoes: Chinese Landry | bag: Henry Bendel (found here)

I wore this dashing number over tea and silly banter. I fell in love. The garden must have casted a spell on me.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Holiday Weekend

Jacket: Dailylook.com Use "CYBERTUESDAY"

I hope you all enjoyed your holiday weekend with your family and friends. 

Always Thankful
xoxo




Monday, November 4, 2013

Love


“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” ― Anaïs Nin