With Seattle.

When I first decided I was moving to Seattle, I was beyond heartbroken but a job opportunity was available that I couldn't pass up. Although I will admit, even up to the week I was moving, I met with potential companies in Portland. As much as I wanted to stay, none of those opportunities could top what was waiting for me in Seattle.

I lived in Portland for a little over a year and a half and for the first year, I wasn't sold on the city. But six months before I left everything changed. I became captivated by Portland for many reasons I won't name here. It was those same reasons that had me never wanting to leave.

Alas, I moved.

I have lived in Seattle for three and a half months. I have made great friends, my work is appreciated, I love the area I live and the excitement of a new city.

Like I told you yesterday, we had our first snow storm this weekend and after barricading myself in the house, I walked to get coffee.

I was bundled up in my warmest jacket, snow shoes on my feet, and snow sticking to my hair.

The powder that covered the streets and sidewalks made my neighborhood even more lovely. It reminded me about everything that I have here.

As I breathed in the fresh dry smell of the first snow, my heart began to flutter. Without realizing it, I was being swept away by a city who I didn't think I wanted to be with.

It was during that walk, I realized that I was finally starting a new chapter in my life...

And for the romantics...

I was falling in love.

Finally.

First Sign of Snow

 

 

Muubaa Luxe jacket | Paige Skyline skinny denim | Loeffler Randall rain boots | Longchamp expandable tote | Cashmere scarf | Ray-Ban eyeglasses | Echo Tech Touch gloves

For those not in the Pacific Northwest, we finally had our first touch of snow. For having a pretty terrible summer, we have had a fantastic winter. (In my humble yet expert opinion.) It has been relatively warm and fairly dry. Especially for the NW. But word came a week ago that snow was to hit on Sunday and the weather did not disappoint.

As great as the snow is, coming home to a fireplace, cup of hot chocolate and a movie may be the best thing ever.

Moschitto Designs

Currently obsessed with:

As we go into resort season these statement pieces will be perfect to add a pop of color to a neutral outfit or perhaps compliment your already bold ensemble.

Find yours at Nordstrom.com

First Sign of A Boring Life

In case you didn't love Garance Dore enough, she was recently a part of a dance project for Petit Bateau... Enjoy!

Just a girl.

I had just finished having a late dinner with Megan and we started watching a movie on Netflix. Megan received a text from some college friends to join them bowling and as I was still in my workout clothes from a 10am session, I declined.

I curled up on the couch with my comfiest blanket only to realize 20 minutes after she left that a hot shower and reading a book in bed is how I wanted to spend the rest of my evening.

I turned off the tv and all of the lights and I locked the front door.

I set my iPhone to play my "E" playlist and soon relaxed in the heat of hot water. Once the water was turned off and I was wrapped in my towel I heard noises. We live on a busy street so I assumed it was the typical foot traffic. 

I turned off the lights in my bathroom and headed straight to my bedroom leaving the bathroom cracked to let the steam out. I put my iphone on my bed and suddenly realized the noises were too loud to be outside.

I tiptoed into my dark house with my towel wrapped tightly trying to see if Megan was home. Instead I saw the tv on and an empty living room.

Megan?

It was just me.

I turned off the tv and walked back to my room.

As soon as I made it to my door, I heard the sound from the tv again.

I ran to the tv and once again with the remote, turned it off.

I sat there and waited.

It flickered on.

I pressed mute and this time ran to my room. I closed the door and grabbed my phone.

I called Ashley. They were finishing Vik's birthday dinner and told me to walk around the house to make sure no one was there. I hung up.

I called my parents.

By now I was in the corner of my room, still in just a towel... but sobbing.

As my parents stayed on the phone I put pajamas on then continued to huddle as far from the door as possible wishing I had a lock on my bedroom door.

They coaxed me out and had me turn on every light in the house then look in every conceivable place a person could hide.

With each door to look behind, I shook with fear and tears streaming down my face.

Closets. Under beds. Checking locks.

With the remote I turned the tv off again. And waited.

It flickered on.

With no hesitation, I went straight for the power cord on the tv and ripped it out of the socket. I turned off every light, crawled into bed, and talked to my mom until I calmed down.

My brother in law lives about a mile a way and I have a Marine living next door, none of that made me feel safe.

I've put myself in terrible situations before; walking alone when I shouldn't have, photographing events at 5am in the tenderloin of San Francisco, allowing a homeless man to walk me home at 2am in San Jose... I was never the cautious child in my family. 

But the thought of something or someone in my home sent me over the edge.

My tough bravado went quickly out the door and I instantly became a little girl who only wanted her parents that were 200 miles away.

Chopped

A little known fact about me: I enjoy cooking.

I truly do.

But I wouldn't consider it my favorite thing to do mostly because of the post cooking clean up.

On top of that, I am very attracted to a boyfriend that loves cooking. I have also had the privilege of dating a few gentleman who were very good at it, one was especially talented.

Instead I tell people I don't cook... then if I ever do, they are pleasantly surprised. Smart, right?

Super smart.

Friday is Forever

Happy Hour was planned the night before as something fun to do on Friday that wouldn't take all evening since we each had Saturday morning plans. It started at 4pm at Larado's after I was told by Megan and Elyse that is where "locals" go. I obviously jumped at the chance of being a local.

We finished at Larado's at around 7pm and didn't want to call it a night so instead opted to continue the evening in Ballard. Shelter became our second and final stop of the evening that didn't conclude until close to midnight.

As the night progressed at Shelter, the crowd turned from Seattle hipsters to popped collars and bleached hair. It was fantastically disgusting. I couldn't turn my eyes away.

From the moment I left work early until we parted at our apartment doors, I was laughing. These girls are so fun to be around and although they can't stand my camera, they are more than open to an adventure.

Cheers to whatever we may find next...Eh?