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This weekend left me realizing that summer really does come in a bite size package that San Francisco likes to call September. Saturday was 80 degrees and Sunday, whew, I lost count. Originally a desert rat (for those of you who remember, I'm from Nevada) this kind of weather shouldn't phase me. I've melted in much worse. But this weekend I was a wilting flower, complaining about the heat. Does this make me an official San Franciscan now?

Either way, I seized the weekend and went to Golden Gate (in heels mind you!) and then the wharf for some clam chowder and Ghirardelli for ice cream. Absolutely beautiful.

Blouse: White lace top, BB Dakota via Wasteland
Skirt: Maxi skirt, Forever 21
Shoes: Tan oxford wedges, Steve Madden