Honeybee got framed. (Taken with instagram)
Ikea meatball lunch date.
Evelyn works at an organic vegan cafe. I ate a salad there last night that tasted like the sea.
Rainy season.
Apparently I woke up really early, took notes about my dream and then went back to bed. This dream was about a Ron Burgundy test my sisters were taking.
The Mysteries of Seattle, Part I: Who Pooped in the Garage?
Evelyn and her roommates can’t figure out the origin of the two human poops in their two-car garage. Was it the hobo who used to live in there? Or one of the Rachels?
Bathtub of cheese. I stared for awhile and then went in and bought $6 squeaky cheese curds.
Ninja hedgehog. He do kicks.
I’m not sure when the Orphan Thanksgiving tradition started in my family, but it’s all I can remember. Immediate family, close friends. One year the parents put beets in our mashed potatoes and served cold soup and I cried because it wasn’t normal. Another year we shot guns in the country fields and I ate an entire package of marshmallows. I’ve fallen into food comas or not eaten at all (horrible hangover), and celebrated in different lands - San Francisco, Minneapolis, and Brooklyn. It’s a holiday spent unexpectedly.
On Sunday, I’m heading to Seattle and will share all I’m thankful for over a college-cooked meal with my little sister and her friends. I’m sure the day will be a shiny memory in my forgetful head for so many delicious and love-filled reasons.
When you date a tall man, you may find yourself at the big foot shoe sale at Nordstrom Rack on a Saturday morning. I held a 25+ sized boot in my lap that day.
Winter is coming and I need a hat like this. Maybe the sweater, too.
Fleet Foxes - Blue Ridge Mountains - A Take Away Show (by LaBlogotheque)
Perfect for days like these (Sunday fall evenings).
