A taste of

Up the coast I went, with my tiny little suitcase packed for a weekend of beach, wine, exploration, wine, shopping, wine, and fine dining. Los Angeles to Santa Barbara was a quick two hour drive that reminded me exactly why I moved to California in the first place, as we navigated through the tall desert mountains and along the vast Pacific coast.

As a self-proclaimed queen of practicality amidst my sea of clothing chaos, I packed the perfect black rayon draped cardigan to pair back to each outfit day and night. The hidden buttons throughout the shoulder and waist of the wrap allowed me to perfect that hands-free Santa Barbara draping.

You know, to keep both hands ready for my next glass of wine...

Exploring a new city is grounds for {situational dressing} = picturing yourself as a member of said movement and playing the part, but with icing on top.

Example: Confused Cali chick taken on a date to a New York Giants game. Dress code: High ponytail, vintage Giants tee cut into a crop top, high waist denim skirt, Gucci high top kicks, and two black lines under her eyes. Screaming: go team happy!

In my case, I rested my size 10 foot on fresh Santa Barbara soil and escaped into the world of a surfer-ette who tends to her garden on early mornings and to her wine cellar on late evenings. She's a fan of online shopping and gravitates to fresh, Australian designers. Her name is Rae.