Erin crashed with me for a few days while she was in town for a conference, so we stopped by the coffee shop for breakfast and ran into a pod of bloggers.

Lynn, from Satsuma Press, lives in Oregon. I didn’t recognize her until she introduced herself, though I’ve written countless thank you notes on her stationery. I felt so affectionate when I realized who she was, like we had all that gratitude in common.

Rena recently sold Rare Device, and now she consults with entrepreneurs, especially small business owners. She’s one of my favorite thinkers, and I feel lucky every time I run into her in the neighborhood.

Lynn was staying with Heidi, who I’d met somewhere before, but neither of us could figure out exactly where. Mutual friends, fill us in.

Together, we took over the communal table and edged out some poor guy reading on his Kindle. But we all know how I feel about that guy anyway.

If I were a guy, I like to think I’d own a pair of black shoes, a pair of brown shoes, and some sneakers. Maybe some driving loafers, if I was Jay Gatsby or something. The truth is, I’d probably be one of those guys with a website devoted to his kicks.

Anyway, these classic handmade shoes for men are by Guido Mocasines in Argentina. I bet they smell good.

I finally got to introduce Holly and Maile. Maile was in town to do some photo shoots, and Holly came over to work, so I showed them my wedding dress, which has been hanging on the back of my bedroom door since the day I got married. I have no idea what to do with it.

Holly: It’s adorable! You have to keep it.
Me: Why in the world would I keep it?
Holly: You’ll wear it again! It’s not fancy.
Maile: Yeah. I don’t think so.
Me: It’s a wedding dress. Where am I going to wear it again?
Maile: Throw on a jean jacket and wear it to the post office!
Holly: Couldn’t you dye it or something?
Me: It has an enormous tulle skirt. I’m thinking eBay.
Maile: You should do one of those style challenges. Who’s that girl who wears the same dress every day?
Me: The Uniform Project! Yes. Genius. “I’ll be wearing my wedding dress every day for a year as an exercise in celibacy.”
Maile: You’re pulling the skirt up over your shoulders. “Look, it’s a cape!”
Holly: Yes. You have to do that.
Me: Done.

Maile was in town for a few days, and I forgot to sleep while she was here. She reminded me how nice it is to have roommates. I hate having to plan my social life, I like to just come home to one.

How about you? Are you playing along at home? How’s your 30-day project coming?

Took full advantage of a flexible work schedule.

We went to a happy baseball birthday party.

We ate peanuts and threw the shells on the ground.

I blinked, and Hank was a four-year-old guy.

The Berkeley Kite Festival had so much stuff for bouncing.

And now a moment of silence for this sigh-inducing striped coverup I failed to win on eBay.

Oh, VTG 70s Op Art Striped Unique Boho Caftan Maxi Dress, we would have been so good together.

I had a day of errands, so I packed a picnic lunch and ate by the bridge. It made me realize how memorable it is to eat outside — I wonder why I do it so rarely.

This is July in San Francisco. Sometimes I miss sweltering summers in the valley, but it was lovely to have lunch in my sweater and watch the tourists (all of whom were shivering in shorts and San Francisco sweatshirts). I’m rarely more than fifteen minutes away from this view, and I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve picnicked here.

I cut my hair.

OK, I kid. The real deal was more of a trim, but I thought I’d startle you.

Let the comments asserting that I should bob my hair begin.