Tina from Swissmiss sent us some of her Tattly temporary tattoos for design nerds, and I’m smitten.

This one made me so happy while it lasted that I briefly considered making it permanent.

Apparently Hank had the same idea, because he’s started asking for a tattoo. A real tattoo, like all of our friends.

I just found a pack of candy cigarettes hidden under his bed. Tattly, you’re a bad influence.

I went to Ousidelands with Mai from Fashioni.st, and she’s doing a whole series on festival fashion if you want to check out what people were wearing. (That’s one of her photos above.)

Mai and I were talking about how San Francisco weather requires a very particular style of dress for outdoor events. It’s colder here than people expect, and that’s true year round. Layering is key, especially for women. A few tips for balancing sanity with style:

Plan your outfit around sane shoes. You want flats with a closed toe. If you wear sandals your feet will get filthy, you won’t be able to dance in crowds without getting stomped, and in the evening it will get cold enough that you won’t be able to feel your toes. We’re not even going to discuss the idiocy of wearing heels in the dirt. Your smartest option? Boots.

Layer on top. The crowd shields you from wind, so you’ll be okay in something sleeveless if you’re dancing, but you’ll mostly need long sleeves — sweater, blazer, whatever. If you’re sensitive to cold (I’m looking at you Los Angles), you might want two thin layers on top of your tank.

Accessorize for warmth. You’ll want a hat or scarf after dark. Invest in a cotton, knit or silk scarf, something lightweight to maximize your bag-footprint to warmth ratio.

Keep it convenient. You’ll be using porta-potties all day. Reconsider leotards or body suits, especially in combination with tights. Tights in summer? That brings me to my next point.

Plan to keep your legs covered. Pants are a smart option no matter what time of year, but if you want to wear a skirt or shorts, throw a pair of tights in your bag, even if it’s the middle of summer. You’ll likely want them all day, but even if we have unusually warm weather, you’ll be pretty miserable without them after 4 p.m. or so.

Bring a little bag. It’s nice to be hands-free, but nicer to have a travel sized sunscreen, a place for cash and ID, sunglasses, and somewhere to store your scarf, sweater and tights when you don’t want to wear them.

See you next year.

All right, everyone, it’s been more than 30 days. That means no more fun for us, ever again. Hank and I went out with a bang though.

We made cake for breakfast, to celebrate Hank’s favorite book In the Night Kitchen. And then my child — who has always had regular access to sugar because I use it to curry favor — took exactly one bite of cake.

I had put out some unsweetened applesauce to mitigate my dubious parenting skills, and he ate that instead? So that’s the last time I use the hippie cake mix.

Anyway, it turns out you guys are pretty fun yourselves, and lots of you started your own 30 Day projects. Here’s a peek into a few of them:

Erica Ray Photography

You Can’t Swim in a Town this Shallow

This Confetti Life

Cathy Monetti

Maddison Hamil

Life in Flux

Life Ensues

Thanks for playing along, friends. Have a project I missed? Please tell us in comments and we will direct our attention your way.

The Alameda Flea Market with Erin.

I still regret not buying this jacket.

I went to Outsidelands this weekend, and now I must eat kale for five weeks to atone. Do you see this?

This is bacon in a cup. It’s from a local restaurant called Straw, which specializes in carnival food. The bacon is resting on an unctuous swirl of peanut butter and chocolate syrup. You’re supposed to mix it up like so:

And then you ingest it. I’m pretty sure it looks like that inside your body for months to come. Delicious, I mean. It’s like some gourmet version of the power-goo triathletes eat just before they have heart attacks.

This is a pork sandwich from Maverick. I asked for one with extra pork and a side of shirtless-man torso.

Then, just to keep things kosher, I had some oysters and a glass of Pinot Grigio. As I was eating these, I thought, “Am I seriously eating raw oysters at an outdoor music festival in August? This seems ill advised.” But I suffered no ill effects. Beyond the extra ten pounds, I mean. Worth it.

The rest of what I ate is up on Foodspotting. Also, there were some bands.