How To Shop: Vintage and Antiques Edition

I have always loved old things. It started with my Nana’s collection of Nancy Drew novels from the 1930s (among my most prized possessions) and took on a life of its own when my great grandmother bequeathed me her scarves, gloves, and her art deco engagement ring from the ‘2os.

The antiques shop and flea market scene in San Francisco is pretty fabulous, though, learning how to spot an awesome deal or a worthwhile splurge is definitely a fine art. Learning how to vintage shop – and shop well – takes time. I’ve been combing the Alameda Market for more than a year now, and I finally think I’m developing an eye for vintage items that I love and that tell a story.

With the holidays coming up and the shopping frenzy starting, I thought it would be great to share my top five tips for successful antique market and vintage shopping:

1. Get there early – especially if you want furniture. Folks with their eye on the prize are typically those in need of something: a sofa, a chair, a table. If you are one of these people, get there as early as possible to maximize your chances of finding something amazing. After all, ’tis better to get up early and sniff out the table of your dreams than continue to eat on the floor or buy something crappy from IKEA.

2. Start at the back and work forward. Most people enter and immediately get distracted by the goods up front (look! shiny things!) while the vendors in the back wait for the crowd to trickle through. Personally, I head straight back to get first peek at the goods, and then work my way up to the front.

3. Bring more cash then you think you’ll need. It was only by sheer luck that I managed to snag my desk – a mint green, 1940s secretarial situation – for $40. Which was lucky, because it was all I had. Fancier markets have ATMs, but don’t count on that. I’ve seen the faces of the heartbroken and cash-strapped as they walk away from first edition books and limited edition prints because they were short a few bones. Don’t let yourself be one of them.

4. Know the lingo. Are you firm on this price? Can you come down five? Would you be willing to throw in the (additional small item you want real bad)? All of these phrases signal to a vendor that you know what you’re doing and you’re a savvy shopper. It’s a flea market – bargaining is half the fun! And if you don’t consider bargaining fun, then at least remember that asking for a price adjustment or a deal is expected. You’re not being rude. Don’t try this the next time you hit up J. Crew, but to ask for a 2-for-1 on those old Boy Scout manuals is A-OK.

5. Work on your eye. Don’t buy things that are damaged or only kind-of what you’re looking for. There is a lot of crap in the world. And amid that crap, your perfect mint julep cup/antique record player/limoges tea cup awaits. Don’t settle, and don’t buy something that is like what you want, but not exactly what you want. You will resent that fake limoges tea cup forever if you don’t love it.

Friday Scraps

{Colorado Bound}

. So, I did this last Saturday, and it was awesome. Somebody’s using that film degree!

. Perfect holiday flair!

. This is acceptable for Thanksgiving viewing, right?

. Oh snap!

. I do not understand this.

I hope you’re having a wonderful Thanksgiving week!

I’m thankful for your comments and feedback and advice and support. 

XO – Hil

Pumpkin Bread

The pumpkin obsession continues! I’ve eaten pumpkin scones, pumpkin sushi, pumpkin pie, pumpkin fro-yo, pumpkin lattes, pumpkin cookies and pumpkin curry this Fall. Maybe it’s because I’m an October baby, or maybe it’s because I love vegetables more than the average person, or maybe it’s because pumpkins are just so dang tasty. Whatever the reason, I can’t get enough. Ergo, pumpkin bread for a breakfast with friends on Saturday morning.

This recipe is dead easy, and you’ll be able to whip up it up in minutes. It’s great fresh from the oven with hot coffee, or heated up the next day with…coffee. Can you tell what I’ve been having for breakfast this week?


*Note, this is a full recipe and makes two pans. I halved it and made one loaf since I’ll be out of town this week. I have no idea if this bread freezes well or not, since I’ve always consumed it right away, like the fat kid I am. If you try it, let me know?


. 3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

. 2 teaspoons baking soda

. 1 teaspoon baking powder

. 3 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice

. 1 teaspoon salt

. 3 cups white sugar

. 1 cup vegetable oil

. 4 eggs

. 1 (15 ounce) can pumpkin puree

. 1/2 cup water


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease two 9×5 inch loaf pans. Sift together the flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt, and pumpkin pie spice. Set aside.

2. In a large bowl, beat together sugar, oil, eggs, and pumpkin. Stir in flour mixture alternately with water. Divide the batter evenly between the prepared pans.

3. Bake in the preheated oven for about an hour, or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.

Slice and serve!

Whipped Potatoes

You read that right, whipped. Like naughty school children in the days of yore. I’m over mashed potatoes. I didn’t know it until last weekend, but mashed potatoes are dead to me now.

Remember when I started this blog? And I was all about embracing imperfections and accidents and horrible cooking, because it happens? Yeah. So, that’s been happening a lot lately. For instance, when I made these, my hand mixer died. Right in the middle. Oh joy. And on the evening of Friendsgiving last Saturday, I found myself about an hour short of the time needed to properly boil six pounds of potatoes. So I did what any good cook would do: panic.

I didn’t boil long enough, I didn’t boil fast enough, and I didn’t mash nearly thoroughly enough. I didn’t measure, I just threw butter and cream at the problem (like that ever solves anything) and ended up 45 minutes later, standing at my stove, sweaty and near tears, potato masher in one hand, giant spoon in the other, with buttery smears of pepper on my forehead and a big ol’ pot of something I’d never want to serve to anyone. With a broken hand mixer and a sorry excuse for biceps, what’s a girl to do?

I put a lid on it, hopped on the bus, and hoped that the hosts would have a solution to my problem, and low and behold. They did. Never mind the awkwardness of sitting on the bus with a steaming pot of potatoes, slightly wet because of the rain. Because in my disheveled state, I discovered whipped potatoes. Worth it.

We transferred the lumpy mess into the 11-cup food processor, added a bit more cream, and hit play. Within five minutes, I had a bowl of buttery, creamy goodness that tasted better than any mashed potatoes I’ve ever had. These were the potatoes of my life. Full of air and fluff, they were beloved by all.

And you will love them too. And no need to panic about it – I’ve taken care of all that for you. You’re welcome.


*Note, this recipe serves six, because most people don’t need to make potatoes for 20. If you do, triple it! And leave yourself a lot more time than I did. Be ye not so stupid. Or be ye late to the party. Up to you.


. Two lbs. russet or red potatoes

. 1.5 cups cream or half and half

. One stick of butter

. Salt and pepper

. A food processor


1. Boil your potatoes in salty water, 15-20 minutes

2. Drain well, and then put them back into the warm pot

3. On low, add half the butter and salt and pepper, to taste, and use your masher to break up the big chunks

4. Remove everything from the pot and put it into the food processor, adding in the cream, remaining butter and more salt and pepper a little at a time.

5. When peaks form and your potatoes look like restaurant potatoes, you’re done.

Eat and enjoy!

Brussels Sprouts

I was seriously pondering putting up a picture of a turkey, but then I was all, “How cliche is that?” Plus, it’s been years since I’ve actually eaten a piece of turkey on Thanksgiving.

Then I thought about a photo of some beautiful, sparkly cranberry jelly, and I almost felt sick to my stomach, because, yes, it’s true: I am one of those creepy people who prefer cranberries from a can. No matter how hard my grandmother works to make her cranberry sauce every year, God bless her, I will not eat it.

Instead, for this week, when it will be all food, all the time on GSG, I thought I’d put up a picture of my favorite thing to eat on Thanksgiving: brussels sprouts. Tradition be damned, this oft-maligned, frequently mis-prepared vegetable is my very favorite thing to eat at holiday gatherings. Olive oil, kosher salt, lots of pepper and garlic, and a little bit of pecorino shaved over the top at the end and wowza. You’ll love it.

What are you most excited about eating this week? I’d love to know!



. One stalk of brussels


. Kosher salt

. Ground pepper

. Head of garlic, though you’ll probably not use it all

. Pecorino or parmesan, if desired


1. Cut the sprouts free of the stalk, and then cut the rough bottoms off. Halve them longitudinally, or like you’d cut an avocado, not an orange.

2. Rub EVOO into the flat sides of the sprouts, while also heating a glug of EVOO in a big, flat skillet with a lid.

3.  Put the sprouts into a large bowl once they’ve been EVOO’ed and coat them with salt and pepper. As mentioned in every post, I LOVE pepper, so I will say that you should pepper liberally, but use your best judgement according to your personal pepper preferences.

4. Once the skillet is nice and hot, put the sprouts flat side down in the pan, reserving any outer leaves that have come off in the EVOO process. You’ll definitely want to cook those too, just not at first, or they’ll get too crispy and black.

5. Lid the pan and let the sprouts roast anywhere from 5 – 10 minutes. Keep monitoring them and checking the undersides. Once they start carmelizing and turning golden brown on the bottoms, you can start to flip them over.

6. Lightly oil the leaves and add them to the pan, along with the garlic cloves. I would probably use five-ish garlic cloves, but again, do what you’d like. The sprouts will start to pop and expand, which is exactly right. Once the outsides start to have some char marks, you’re all done!

7. Dump the whole mess into a bowl and shave some pecorino or parm over the top. I have also put a dash of balsamic over these, in lieu of cheese, and that was great, too. Either way, you have warm, crunchy, savory sprouts that will be a highlight of your table.

Eat them right away! These are not great cold, so rally those troops! 

Friday Scraps

{Better for you bruschetta – the perfect snack!

Whole wheat toast, cottage cheese, spinach/basil, cherry tomatoes, evoo/balsamic drizzle}

. Awesome stop motion music video recommended to us by boyfriend Nathan. Thank you, boyfriend!

. Cute!

. Currently inspired by snuggly things, misty days, and menswear, or so it seems.

. An interesting look at the ladies behind the funny.

. Making a trial run of these this weekend! Will they be good enough for GSG readers? Time will tell. Actually, I will tell, since I’ll be doing the tasting.

. Hilarious! Also, my dream photo shoot come true!

This weekend is all about parties and playing! I’m excited for dinner and singing with the ladies, and a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving feast with dear friends – the first holiday party of the season!

What are you up to? Is it awesome?

Thank you so much for all the comments and follows this week! You made my days.

First Date

First Date Fabulous

First dates can be nerve wracking, and in San Francisco, the inevitable “but what do I wear?!” wail can be heard en masse throughout the Marina and Pacific Heights areas pretty much every Friday night.

So what DO you wear on a first date? Once again, formula to the rescue! I’m pretty sure I’ve found a fail safe:

. A great pair of jeans, usually skinnies, just to dress it up a bit.

. A flouncy, feminine top

. A tailored blazer, both for warmth and to bring in a touch of masculinity to counterbalance the frouf of the shirt (is frouf a word?  Let us make it so!)

. Rockin’ heels, because first dates usually involve cabs and/or being driven around. Plus, you can practice your prom queen wave!

. Sparkly, girly accessories, like hot pink polish or eye catching earrings

. A smallish purse. We love to schlep around our entire lives in our handbags, but do you really need your camera and your notebook and 17 pens on that first date? Nope. Go find a clutch, Barbara Walters. And while you’re at it, book that massage you’ve been needing.

Shopping information below, but seriously – if you have jeans, a blazer, a cute top, and some high heels, you can be adorable on that date!

I mean, just look at how adorable you look right now! So adorable, you are!

No, not you. You are wearing sweatpants. Can you put a blazer on? There, there. That’s better.

Jason Wu lace top
$1,495 –

By Malene Birger tux jacket
$495 –

Denim skinny jeans
$33 –

Christian Louboutin suede high heels
$995 –

J Crew envelope clutch bag
$118 –

Enamel jewelry
$11 –

Cocoa Creme de Menthe Cookies

Eddy, my dear coworker who also happens to be the most amazing cook I know, is responsible for the delicious recipe that is about to befall you. The best cook and the best baker. Both. It’s a little shocking how good he is with chocolate pear tart and a london broil. So shocking, in fact, that I have invited myself over to dinner on multiple occasions, with little to no thought for manners or protocol. When someone is as good as Eddy, you just have to get aggressive.

According to Esquire, men don’t bake, but Eddy is a man among men. Similarly, these cookies can hold their own among a field of contenders. A big field. A wide field. A field full of flowers and unicorns and children who belong in a GAP ad. And…contenders. Did I already say that? Yes. Quick, look over there! Something shiny!

It’s a pretty standard cookie recipe until you get to the cocoa powder. Sweet cocoa powder! Something I typically reserve for cakes and brownies, the powder gives these cookies a dense, rich feeling that ordinary cookies just can’t match. The mint slices through the not-too-sweet cocoa taste with that refreshingly delicious feeling that mint brings to a dessert when done well (ie, non-toothpasty). Not to mention, this dough is among the most beautiful I’ve ever made – it looks like ice cream. One dessert, impersonating another. If you’re looking for your desserts to get all Victor/Victoria, this may just be the cookie recipe for you.

Plus, anyone can make them easily. Not just Eddy.



. 1 2/3 cups flour

. 1 tsp. baking soda

. 1/3 cups sugar

. 3/4 cups brown sugar

. 1/3 cups cocoa powder

. 1 cup of butter

. 1 large egg

. 2 1/2 tsps. vanilla extract

. 1/2 tsp. salt

. A whole bag of andes mint chip or Nestle dark chocolate/mint chips


1. Combine the dry ingredients – flour, cocoa, baking soda, salt – and set them aside.

2. Cream the butter, sugar, and brown sugar in a large bowl, then beat in the egg and the vanilla.

3. Gradually add in the dry ingredients until well combined. Add the mint chips last and throw the whole mess into the refridge for an hour to chill. Or chillax. Whatever your dough prefers.

4. Preheat the oven to 350. Lightly grease two baking sheets and drop the dough by spoonfuls onto the sheets. Bake for 10-12 minutes, or until browned on the bottom. Be careful when you transfer them over to the cooling racks – they have an almost brownie-like consistency and will break if you’re not careful!

Voila! C is for cookie!

SF vs. NY: Lady Edition

Admit it: we’ve all got a bit of a lady crush on someone. For me, it’s the Duchess of Cambridge (obsessed), the First Lady (doubly obsessed!) and now, the women of New York. Like Parisiennes, I found the women of New York to have a definite look and style. While Parisian women are all about feminine polish and an understated, classic look, New Yorkers are fierce, functional, and trendy in comparison to California’s laid back style. So, who wins?

Ladylike bags vs. satchels and totes: Because public transit in NYC is so stellar, I imagine New Yorkers can scoot home between work and the gym, or to touch up before a night out. Ergo, they trot around all day with beautiful – and miniscule! – handbags. In SF, buses take so long, it’s best to bring everything with you when you leave in the morning which, while practical and bicep-building, does make us look a little bit like sherpas with our GIANT purses. Point: New York

Black vs. Crazy Colorful: Let’s be honest – San Francisco is known more for our hippie chic than our haute couture. But, for all our crazy colors and mismatched style, the basic black uniform can be both intimidating and boring. I’ll take SF style any day, even if we do look more bohemian than Balenciaga. It’s part of our charm. Point: San Francisco.

Pulled back buns vs. beachy waves: Maybe it’s the proximity of the beach, or maybe it’s the weather, but I rarely have cause to do my hair. The humidity brings out my natural curls and the rain dampens any attempt at styling, so it’s best to work in a dollop of shine serum and let my beachy waves do their thing. The women of New York have to contend with heat, rain, snow, wind, and all the breakage that comes with trucking around the city all day, which probably explains why I saw so many perfect ponytails, polished buns, and close crops. While I love a low-maintenece routine, it would be nice to get dressed up and actually do my hair for once – even if it’s going to go under an adorable hat. Point: tie.

Which city is more stylish to you? Who wins?

Images via The Sartorialist, from both SF and NY