Two of Everything

What do you do when a local restaurants has a menu that changes every day with only three pasta dishes on it?

Easy. You get a group of friends, enough to order nearly two of everything, and share.

Il Corvo, below Pike Place Market, may be one of my new favorite spots in Seattle. Chef Mike Easton creates amazing dishes that are unique each day. I recommend coming with a friend, or two, since it is impossible to choose a dish and bring cash because cards are not accepted.

To find out what the Chef is cooking each day, he updates his website at 11am Tuesday through Friday.
http://ilcorvopasta.com/

If only we knew the future

Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

 - Christopher Robin to Pooh

Glasses

I am having trouble deciding what my next pair (or two) of eye glasses should be. I have been wearing my Ray-Bans for nearly four years now and wanted to add a new style into the mix.

Can you help me decide? I obviously need a pair that looks just as rad with hair up or hair down.

I brought over the glasses to have my friends add some input and we got a bit distracted.

Market Lunch

I rarely take long lunch breaks.

Most often my lunches consist of grabbing either a sandwich at Homegrown or Baguette Box, a food cart that is stationed for the day off of Virginia, or my Nth coffee of the day.

Some days I will travel farther than that 3 block radius.
Most days I forget that Pikes Place Market is only two blocks farther down.

Filled with tourist, fresh produce, and flying fish, after eight months in Seattle this is still one of my favorite areas.

I love the energy.
I love the randomness of the crowd.
I love always finding something new.
And I love walking in with only a few dollars and seeing what I can come up with for lunch.

Flapper

My mother was right.

Growing up she made us hold onto certain items of clothing swearing that one day they would make great costumes.

This seems reasonable.

But more than 15 years later, I try to get rid of clothing from elementary school and she insists I keep it. Instead, I make her store it.

So now my lovely mother, has a wardrobe closet in Portland filled with winnie the pooh overalls, tie dye t-shirt, and pink lady jackets. (As well as every formal dress from our high school years. Ball gown anyone?)

In the year of 1998, my older sister bought a flapper inspired dress from Bebe for her winter ball. I remember thinking it was quite flirty for my (at the time ;) ) uptight sister.

14 years later it is finally being worn again.

This time by me.

You win this round, Mom.

50 Shades of Lunch in Paris

Every month my book club continues to grow. This time we welcomed Abby and Jillian to the mix and talked over Lunch in Paris (and our unofficial book 50 Shades of Grey)

This was only meeting three and still no one has any interest to actually talk about our read despite my best efforts.

BUT, this month, Emily, our resident foodie, did pull out the book to read us her favorite excerpt.

I love to hear what person's favorite part of a book or movie is. Usually, more than it says anything about the entertainment it speaks wildly of the person.

I will keep my thoughts on her passage to myself... but I think her blush while reading it says more than enough.

But to be perfectly fair, these are a few of my highlights.

I'm the girl you call Wednesday for Saturday.... A flirt maybe, but in that harmless, nineteenth-century, kiss-my-hand-and-ask-me-to-waltz kind of way.

Ok maybe not ask me to waltz but there needs to be some definite wooing.

There is always a moment after we sit down at the cramped wooden table, face-to-face after weeks apart. An awkward silence or too much talking before we fall back into the easy intimacy sparked by a long look or his hand in my hair. When I was a teenager I would have called this "twinkle toes" -- the long awaited touch you can feel from the top of your head to the soles of your feet.

Oh. Yes.

My vocabulary is a disorganized closet full of fifties slang and phrases plucked from my favorite nineteenth century novels. Why be funny when you can be "deeply amusing" instead?

Nineteenth century? I'm more smitten, gosh, and bonkers. With some swear words of the future: Frak.

There are many things that will tell you the true measure of a man--the way he kisses, the way he holds a fork, the way he talks to his mother on the phone.

The way he holds a fork... I can't get over the caveman hold. Pet peeve.


(We are always looking to grow our little book club. If you live in Seattle, like to read, and love to drink wine you should join us! We do read the books but rarely talk about them. Instead we meet once a month, eat amazing food and drink far too much wine.)

Fiercely Independent

(Stolen from Instagram)

"There is only one success - to spend your life in your own way."

I want everyone to like me. It is a terrible quality especially since I can be a bit opinionated and strong or just downright too silly for most people.

Not everyone will like me.

In fact, a few may hate me. (Although, I wouldn't recommend that.)

I have always been my own person. Even as a child I was happy and giggly but I did my own thing.

I like to call it "fiercely independent."

Some may call it stubborn.

They are wrong.

It is fiercely independent.

And it makes me exceedingly happy. Even at the cost of not everyone liking me.

If I am not my greatest advocate for my own happiness, who will be?

Join me: Be yourself.