My first experience with Krispy Kreme. Yeah.

Sunday night spent with Luke, Leia and Han Solo. And R2-D2 obviously. 

C-3PO is such a little sissy...Leia, on the other hand, was super badass as usual.

As promised, here's a glimpse of my new ninja socks ^^ Now I just need to get that ninja outfit I saw in Chinatown... (no joke, it was $30)

That girl is wearing plaid, she must be a hipster

I don't know if it's like this everywhere, but in Portland there is definitely an abundance of plaid-clad hipsters. Its really too bad, though I guess it's better than, you know, Uggs. Or something.


Yesterday I finally went to Sock Dreams, which if you didn't know is just about the coolest store. Ever. I got a pair of pimpin mustache socks for my very serious friend to spice him up, and couldn't help getting a couple pairs for myself. More sock pictures later:)

The face of Portland

Is this. Pardon its orientation, but it was taken while biking, in the rain, across a bridge, so cut me some slack. Also, it turns out the lovely jacket I got just for biking in the rain isn't actually rainproof. So that's good news. 

I've been working on this essay that is due tomorrow for the past 3 hours or so, and am extremely ready for bed. Just the conclusion to go! That is, unless I fall asleep first, which is possible given my super soft striped shirt and my fuzzy leg warmers ^.^

Leather and Lace

Note: you need to click on this and view it large because it's just way too tiny, and my mustache disappears.

I found these adorable leather shoes in this second hand, self proclaimed "vintage" store near my house. I was actually trekking across town to go to Red Light, another used store, when I saw this place and hopped off the bus, which ended up saving me like an hour of public transit and got me these shoes!

Fast forward to Saturday, May 22nd

This weekend I went on an epic hike up Dog Mountain. It was basically 3.8 miles straight uphill, rewarded with a summit engulfed in a cloud. Despite the wet, cold, windy conditions at the peak, it was definitely worth it, as we were congratulated on our success by an entire slope covered in flowers. It was a little surreal though, the juxtaposition of these bright, sunshiny yellow flowers and the rain drops dripping down our backs. I'm beginning to feel more and more like I don't belong in the city; every time I escape to nature it feels as though all of my problems disappear and I'm really happy.

The beginning.

Sometimes, the beginning is a good place to start. Not always, just sometimes. 

I was born in a little cabin in the middle of a snowstorm in the middle of winter. No joke. Despite the circumstances, or maybe because of them, I turned out pretty cute.

Then, still a youngun, we moved to my Grandparents house in the French countryside. I built teepees, made friends with the sheep and horses, played Pooh sticks, and had two très cool chickens, Co-co and Ki-ki, until they got eaten by our neighbors' vicious dogs (who still scare me). 

I couldn't stay isolated forever, though, and pretty soon my mom and me moved to a hippie commune in Missouri, where I flourished as any two year old allowed to run around naked and eat dirt would.

 

As the years went on, I spent half my time in sweats or something equally easy, and half my time in, if I may say so, some pretty stylish dresses. 

When I was three along came Jaden, who usurped me from my position of glory as an only child. 

And that, my friends, is basically my childhood.