The Best of San Francisco: Lola of SF

Bibi is a San Francisco Classic.

After college, she responded to the siren’s call- said adios to Albuquerque and drove to San Francisco. She found a room to rent in the Marina, with parking, and never looked back.

Her first job was at Starbucks on Union Street; then she became enthralled with the high-end jewler, Union Street Goldsmith and evolved into a superstar in sales. In no time, Bibi was picked up (stolen away) by HomeGoods Designs by Kress and eventually became a VP of Sales and was travelling to the Far East every other month.

All the while, Bibi was the one who sought out great parties and fun people. Her “Pilates Pals” were six single women who attended art openings, wine tastings, explored new bars, cafes and film festivals. Janize was her “work friend” and they went out for drinks a few times a week. Naturally, the two ran into the same faces and became pals with several groups of guys. Bibi had been in the City for five years and the new kids in town thought she was a goddess…She knew where to find the best Irish Coffee, Oysters, Dive Bars, Food Trucks and where parties were happening. Her social network was vast and her social calendar bustling.

She has one store – one very favorite clothing store – in San Francisco. For years, she never revealed her secret shopping Mecca: Lola San Francisco in Noe Valley (Corner of Clipper and Sanchez.) Bibi knows what she likes – and Lola can create it. Wow.

Lola does one of a kind, exquisite and eclectic dresses, coats, jackets, sweaters and divine hand bags.  

Lola designs lovely, high end, leather jackets which Bibi is magnetized to…The Pilates Pals  just assumed all of  her tres unique clothing came from her trips East.

One Christmas, Bibi was very  jet-lagged and without gifts for her pals…she popped into Lola SF and bought six BagBags from Lola. The girls went wild and the cat was out of the BagBag.

Lola SF is now a familar haunt for Bibi’s Girls.

Buy less. Choose well. Make it last. Quality, not quantity. Everybody’s buying far too many clothes.

Vivienne Westwood
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Dates bombing at the bar? Think: coffee

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Is he interested  and available and then- Bam! He disappears? 

Pssst: We call these guys Rude Dudes. And, advise you to avoid them at all costs,

Mimi B. lives in Millbrae ad considers herself a pretty, smart, successful woman. She had several boyfriends in college. She dated the love-of-her-life for two years before he broke up with her  and married someone else, a year later. She had dabbled on Match and jumped over to Bumble

She enjoyed a flood of attention and met tons of guys who were “Fine, not dreat.” Next. She got swept up with Tinder. Mimi B regales her friends with Tinder stories- some have been great- others laughbable and some very disappointing. Then she hit her stride. She laughed she could teach a class on weeding out dead end dates and the all-talk-no-action boys.

Have you ever been Stood Up? How many times?  More than once? Twice? More?

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Date night: You are dressed up, looking good, excited to meet the man you have been swiping texting thinking dreaming about…No dummy you, you text him to confirm the 9 pm drinks/date at the HaRa. Crickets. Tapping your foot – your mind races thinking of myriad excuses…another?

A Three Way With Ben and Jerry Sounds Good?

Scoop: Try a simple coffee date…meet your dates in daylight.

Keep it Simple. Cocktails on Date #2.

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This is not a lecture…just well-reseached data on dating.

“Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.”

Winston Churchill

 

Lecture

Hey! Look me over

Attention Getting DeVices….

Laurel Grove loves...

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Trixie started out as a Baton Twirling Barbie in Junior High. The Team was: Blondes only, high pony tails, shorts skirts and deft skills at Baton. Her cadre travelled all over the state competing. It was rare that the  girls did not come home with the gold, silver or bronze.

In high school, Trixie joined the cheerleaders and stole the show with her gymnastics and Baton-moves thrown in for extra dazzle. While many of the other girls were blossoming, Trixie was tall, thin and thanked God and Victoria Secret for padded bras. Her high school graduation gift from her very cool grandmother, Channell, was breast augmentation surgery.

And so it began, over the moon-excited by her new figure, Trixie caught the bug. Her fairy grandmother (“Call me Channell, in public”) with the thigh-high boots, blonde extensions, short skirts, low cut tops and a perpetually surprised look on her…

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