Even the European women playing with their kids at Cheesman Park look glamorous. Their skinny jeans and brightly colored kitten heels, whimsical bobs and cardigans; so posh. And I am quite confident they would still appear that way without speaking in their native tongue. In fact, their children look extra sophisticated and darling as they shovel sand and glide on the swing set; possible? Perhaps not. This is not just an afternoon at the playground; it's an outing, an event worthy of the style section of a glossy magazine. So while my all black workout wardrobe and tennis shoes aren't quite up to their foreign affairs, perhaps my look resembles a New York fitness fashionista instead, which is still somewhat rare amongst the park people.
Happy Friday! xo!