Hey, remember me? Popping in to say hello and what a year it has been. In April, I had the privilege of participating in the second annual Femme Fair. One part community event, one part fancy garage sale, all parts female empowerment movement – Femme Fair was a sight to behold. From intellectual talks and panels, to immersive photo experiences, to shopping galore, Femme Fair brought over 200 Bay Area women together to connect and build relationships.
Check out the stunning photos that Jess Onesto captured during the day! I had the honor of sharing my booth space with Karine Hsu, the founder of the up-and-coming brand, And Comfort. Her gorgeous, minimal pieces were the perfect counterpoint to my brightly colored wardrobe! It was an exciting day for both of us. Karine ended up selling several pieces from her yet-to-be-released capsule collection, and I made a bunch of sales and met so many new friends.
Thank you to everyone below – our wonderful founders, sponsors, speakers, and more for creating such a magical event!
So thankful to Peerspace for allowing us to use such a gorgeous venue! They believe amazing things happen when people meet, create, and celebrate in the company of others, and that planning these gatherings – starting with finding the perfect space – should be simple. Femme Fair was this and much more, and for that we have Peerspace to thank.
When I was 17, I failed my driver’s test. Twice. When I finally did pass, my parents bought my brother and me a green 2000 Ford Focus to share. My brother was in college living at home, and I was in my senior year of high school. Being the bratty little sister that I was, I insisted that I take the car to school during the week. I would drive it to school and leave it parked in the student parking lot. My brother had to take the city bus to the next town over to go to class (legit still feel bad about this – sorry Kyle!).
At the time, having a car meant the freedom to do whatever I wanted with my friends after school without needing to be picked up or dropped off by my parents. I certainly wasn’t thinking about heavy things like car insurance and deductibles.
The summer after graduation, my friend Hannah and I took a road trip in my Ford Focus to visit our friend who had recently moved from Maine to Montreal. The trip was great, but the whole time I was worried about my car breaking down. It already had a bunch of problems, and the check engine light was on, which only served to heighten my anxiety.
I took the car to college that fall, and within a few months, I promptly sold it. Since it was now my responsibility to take care of it (I was technically an adult and my brother had bought his own car), I no longer wanted to worry about the little engine that could causing me problems.
I upgraded my car to a slightly newer 2002 Volkswagen Golf. She was my baby. She had her own fair share of problems, though, and ended up costing me a bunch of money in repairs during school.
By the time we graduated college, Sawyer and I knew that we were moving to San Francisco. We sold our cars in anticipation of our new city lifestyle and started our journey.
Our first year in SF, we lived without a car. We subsisted entirely on Muni, Ubers/Lyfts, and walking. It was terrible. That year, I frequently found myself envious of all the other car owners and would fantasize about being able to hop in my car to go grocery shopping instead of schlepping to the store in a Lyft. It’s hard to explain the feeling, but without a car, we felt so exposed and yet so trapped. It was isolating.
We made the decision to move out of the city after our apartment lease was up the following January. The option to get a car was a huge factor in our decision to leave. We had already test-driven a few different cars in our budget range and had decided on the one we were going to get before even moving out of our San Francisco apartment. By move-out day, we had signed a three-year lease on a white Volkswagen Passat. That day, we loaded up the Uhaul and our new car and headed out to our new apartment across the Bay in Walnut Creek.
With this new car came new responsibilities. Doing research for my first car insurance policy felt like a daunting task. Up until this point, I had always been covered under my parents’ car insurance policy. I chatted with my them and they recommended we get a quote from their insurance company. However, since Sawyer and I were fairly young drivers now living in California, the quote we received from that company was way too high to fit into our budget. We also knew that we wouldn’t be putting a ton of miles on our car since we both needed to commute into the city on BART during the week.
For the first six months of car ownership, we were covered by Progressive. At the time, it was the best quote we could find. However, after six months, Progressive raised our premium.
I remembered the ad I had seen on BART for a car insurance company called Metromile and did what any millennial would do: I Googled it.
Immediately, it felt like a step in the right direction. Metromile is a pay-per-mile insurance company: the less you drive, the less you pay. I excitedly texted Sawyer about it and submitted my information to Metromile. Within minutes, I was staring at a quote that was less than half of what we were currently paying with Progressive. I was sold and signed up immediately.
That was in 2015.
Since then, Metromile has saved us over $1,000 a year. In total, we have saved over $3,000 since signing up in 2015. With the money that Metromile has saved us, we have been able to do more the things we love, like traveling. I love having an insurance company that allows me to control how much I pay for the same great coverage options – so brilliant!
Metromile also has some super cool features that most other insurance companies don’t provide, like GPS tracking, an engine decoder, and street sweeping alerts. We used to park on the street at our last apartment and those street sweeping alerts that Metromile sent us saved us from getting a ticket SO MANY times.
Also, Metromile provides us the coverage to feel safe when we do take road trips. Last year, a rock chipped our windshield while we were driving on the highway. I contacted Metromile and filed a claim and they worked with me to get the chip fixed (a technician came to me – I did literally nothing) within a week.
Switching to Metromile has proven to be one of the best decisions we’ve made since moving to the Bay Area in 2014. With the money we’ve saved over the past few years, Sawyer and I were able to buy out our car lease this month (!!!).
Getting a Metromile quote is free and only takes a few minutes. Why not give is a shot and see how much you could be saving?
This post was sponsored by one of my favorite Bay Area companies, Metromile. All thoughts, opinions, and car stories are very much my own. :)
September is a strange month. On one hand, September feels as though it should kick off the Fall season. I love pulling my cozy sweaters out of the closet and pairing them with high-waisted denim (these are my fave fave fave) and ankle boots. Sadly, those sweaters will have to stay in the closet for a bit longer, because September is gearing up to be h-o-t in the Bay. We’ve been working hard to get our patio in tip-top shape to enjoy the last of this Indian Summer, and I’ll definitely be sharing the big reveal in a few weeks.
I’m also jetting off to LA this weekend for a little celebratory getaway – my big bro is turning the big 30! Looks like I’ll be wearing my breezy linen skirts and knotted tees a little while longer…. Happy September! ✌🏼
You’re an outfit-ruiner. You’re a security blanket. You’re frumpy. You’re uncomfortable. You serve no purpose except to hide body insecurities. I dislike you.
You were created by the clothing industry to perpetuate women’s self-consciousness about their arms. I get it, I’ve been there. I haven’t discussed body insecurities on this platform because it’s a tough subject, and I wanted to keep the tone fun and lighthearted around here. However, life isn’t always fun and lighthearted, and everyone has body insecurities and can relate to this topic. So here we go.
I used to wear cardigans for years because I was self-conscious about my arms, too. Even on the hottest summer day, I’d wear a cardigan, so that the rest of the world couldn’t see what I deemed unfit for society. I’d willingly sweat and make myself uncomfortable so that everyone around me wouldn’t have to be in the presence of my exposed arms. How insane is that? I cannot believe there was ever a time when I thought that was okay.
I still cringe when I see old photos of myself wearing a cardigan. For a period in time, I was afraid to wear something sleeveless without one. I want to go back in time to tell myself that it’s okay to let the world see my arms. Everyone will be fine and the earth will keep spinning. In fact, no one will say anything at all. The harshest critics are your own deprecating thoughts.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when I stopped wearing cardigans, but I know there was certainly a point when I decided to never look back. I’m sad for all the years I wasted feeling uncomfortable in my own body, and trying to make others around me feel more comfortable by covering it up.
My arms are not small and never have been, but wearing a cardigan doesn’t make them smaller. Covering them in fabric doesn’t hide their size. My arms are not small but they are strong. In 5th grade, I beat every boy in my class at arm wrestling. I can do at least 10 real pushups without even trying. I can paddle a kayak, carry groceries, and lift furniture. I can open a jar and pop a bottle of champagne. 🍾
Dear cardigans: no one needs you. You are useless and sad. May you rot in the clearance bin for the rest of eternity, because I’ll never look your way again.
There’s really nothing I love more than being cozy. It’s a word I use frequently in everyday life to describe the way certain things feel to me: slow walks with a close friend, the freedom of a wireless bra, and the feeling of luxuriating in bed on the weekend. Hygge is the Danish word for the feeling of coziness, but it encompasses so much more than that.
From my little family to yours… Merry Christmas! As I type this, I’m currently cozied up at home in Maine under a thick knit blanket, tea steaming and Christmas music warbling. I hope this holiday season finds you happy, healthy and with the ones you love. 2016 was a tough yet rewarding year, and I wish you all the best in 2017.
Thanks for sticking with me and here’s to a fabulous 2017!