burning the blanket at both ends

2011-10-03T09:48:00.001-07:00

Seattleites! Readers! The two of you out there that still know this blog exists!

Tell me your stories of Belltown (good, bad or ugly). What's your favorite memory? Have you lived here? Where do you dance, drink and eat?

I'm curious to know how this neighborhood effects you. My hope is to bring change to one of the oldest neighborhoods in this city. The one that houses top-notch restaurants, lively bars, unique boutiques and spa, and growing businesses. It'd be a waste and a shame to let it all turn to mud.

You can email me or post in the comments. Be you or be anonymous. Either way, I'd love to hear.

2011-10-01T09:45:00.000-07:00

It's been a year and 7 months since I last posted. And, although this blog and I have outgrown one another, here in this space, is where I've always posted the things that are important in my life (from glassware and denim to cocktails and food to love and life). And, since it's the only place I've got, I'm posting this letter I wrote to the people who make decisions in our city. Because, we both know (you and I), that changes need to be made.

A Call to Action:

Mayor McGinn and City Council Members,

Please hear my voice:

Hello, My name is Amanda Akin. I am a resident and business owner in The Belltown neighborhood. I am a Seattle Native who grew up in Lake Forest Park and has since lived in Madison Park, Madrona, Pioneer Square, Centeral District, N. Capital Hill and now, Belltown. I picked Belltown as the neighborhood where my Partner and I will settle and start our family and grow our business.

We believe in Belltown. As do many of the residents and business owners here. It is a true melting pot. From low income subsidized housing to million dollar high rises and nearly everyone in between. Entrepreneurs and growing technology companies are here. Restaurants, bars, coffee shops, spas, and boutiques settled in Belltown for the lively day and night life, vast culture, and easy access to the entire downtown area. On Friday and Saturday nights, hundreds of people seek BellTown to dance, drink, eat and party. I've been utilizing Belltown's nightlife since before I turned 21 (listening to music at the old Sit and Spin). It's a part of me and many of us here. These are all things you know.

Here is what you may not know:

Everyday, petty crimes take place here; Low level drug dealing, prostitution, public intoxication, open container violation, and urinating in public. Other "non-crimes" also take place; Street fighting, general harassment, general threats and littering.

We need help. Time and time again (through the Belltown Business Association) we have been told "call 911. No matter the "crime", call 911". apparently the more we call, the more West Precinct knows that there is a need for police presence.

I am writing to tell you, every Friday and Saturday night, Belltown needs a police presence. EVERY Friday and Saturday night.

A police presence vastly reduces street crimes and "non-crimes". It requires the drug dealers and users to move on, giving them less time to use and sell on the street. It saves club goers from street brawls. A police presence helps. These are things you know.

911 operators are frustrated by our calls. Generally unresponsive and sometimes rude.

I have story after story after story. I'll save you. If you have time, I'm happy to share my personal experiences as a resident and business owner.

We need your help. We need more police here everyday - most specifically Friday and Saturday nights. On September 30th, only 3 police officers were assigned to Belltown. My partner and I were attacked by a club-goer while walking our dog. We found ourselves in the middle of a street brawl on Blanchard (between 1st and 2nd). In calling 911 and describing the suspects, my partner was chased down, and nearly assaulted. When officers arrived, unfortunately worn out, they were less than helpful (save officer Felix, a strong and true advocate for safety in Belltown).

I am scared to walk in my neighborhood.

Mayor McGinn and City Council Members, Your city is falling apart. It's starting in the very neighborhoods that built it. From Pioneer Square to Belltown to Capitol Hill.

We need your help.

Myself and other Belltown Business owners and residents are available anytime to share our stories. We have voice, I'm just not sure you've heard it yet.

Best,
Amanda Akin

2010-02-04T22:24:00.000-08:00

I’ve hit a low. Yesterday while at Cost-co, I bought a thermal shirt with a tye-dye heart in the center and came VERY close to adding a terrible Michael Kors half trench coat with fake silver coated buttons to my collection. I almost bought it in white and a size too big, just because.

It’s clear, I’ve sort of, lost it.

I’ve been spending most of my day’s in a “holiday” t-shirt from J-crew, whatever denim I have clean in my (incredibly charming) boyfriend’s closet, and a pair of shit for an excuse of Shearling Boots.

I finally unpacked from our trip to Nashville. We arrived home nearly 40 day’s ago.

I just stocked up on fashion rags and yet nary an inspiration. I’ve been drawn to the Gap and Banana Republic and my T-shirt drawer. I wandered aimlessly through Nordstrom and slipped out with a pair of boots that I’m not sure are even fashionable and a stubbed toe pair of flats in teal patent leather (I later found out these little slips are a Nordstrom Brand, yuck). I have a Tribal Print H&M sweater dress ( a suggested purchase by a thirteen-year-old) taunting my wayward ways every time I thumb through for something.

I am worried I’ve lost it, completely. But I haven’t given up.

Instead? I'm focusing on the things that do inspire. stiff cocktails with smart people, muscle failure and sweat on Queen Anne, Exercising my dog(even when I’m not around), love, and a night out with a a squad of fashionable go-getting-women.

Let's hope all this nonsense is nipped in the bud soon. I'm not sure how much more I can take.

2010-01-15T23:55:00.000-08:00

sometimes the things we've once said are the things we mean to say again.

2010-01-05T20:56:00.000-08:00

I have got something to say, and it's beyond important for this space. I just can't find the best way to say it. So far, everything I've written just isn't right. I'm hoping sooner rather than later it all comes out the way it should.

I kid you not, I am in the exact same place I was 365 days ago. In my living room, noshing on frozen pizza and skinny asparagus, and watching The Biggest Looser. But the thing, the one big thing, that's different about now instead of then? I'm in love and hopeful and I'm ready to resurrect the chic, quaint, innovative, fun-loving-city Seattle is.

2009-12-12T17:00:00.000-08:00

Also, I just bought a handbag that will officially push me over the edge to insanity. It's black, deep, and without pockets. I will loose my keys, cell phone, and lip gloss no less than fourteen times day.

I am a glutton for punishment.

2009-12-12T16:44:00.000-08:00

Heartache, You're the last thing I'd expect to find all bundled up and braving the cold streets of Seattle. Normally you sneak in unexpectedly and demand vodka and denim. You're slightly unruly this time around. I'm hoping you'll wise up and shape up or ship out sooner rather than later. You've taken me by surprise so much, I spent the better part of a car payment at J-Crew on Sweaters I'll never wear, socks that don't keep my tootsies warm, a fantastically misshaped blazer in plum, and enough bejeweled t-shirts for every day in February.

Shame on you heartache.

All J-Crew, All Available at J-Crew, University Village or Pacific Place. If you go, have Kelly help you. She's sweet and fashionable, and she'll even tell you that you are "not that pale" and that you will be "just fine" going to meet your boy-friends parents for the first time. Even though you know she is lying, she is kind. And when you try to tell her that you, at one point, were this girl who really was fashionable. She will smile and nod and carry your clothes to the check out counter.

2009-12-08T14:28:00.000-08:00

I am so very aware it's been lifetime since we've connected. I've got a pocketful of excuses and none that I assume you care about. The reality is, this year, this time, has been one huge transition. One that has led lifelong friends away and brand new people into my life. I have real life bills for the first time. And the charm of this city has been covered up a lack of, well, charm. I'm not quite sure what's happening with me or this city but I am sure that at some point, I'll get to the bottom (or top) of it.

I'm making a new space for all these words to live in. I have work to do and not much time to do it. As usual, I promise to try (and, try harder).

2009-10-27T16:00:00.000-07:00

I'm at this point where I'm searching for answers in all the wrong places at all the wrong times. I'm with out the worry, the words, and tthe too. It is a wicked, wicked trilogy.

If you need me? I'll be in secret foggy corner with the tip of my nose in a thick, chewy, ale doing my best to muster up some sort of answer to questions I can't quite articulate. That, and I'll be searching for a new black bag. Maybe a Minkoff from Clutch?

2009-10-18T19:59:00.000-07:00

Since I was sixteen I've battled with Acne. And when I say battled, I mean full-on-no-holds-bar-war. Most of the time the acne won. And it wasn't until about 4 years ago, my acne had finally run its course. But until that time had come, acne controlled my self-esteem and weighed heavy on my social life. You never would've known it was such an emotional nuisance. But it kept me from all sorts of things like public swimming, the woman at every make up counter from Saks to Nordstrom, dates, photos, "let's get ready together" parties, and the kind of self esteem every girl should have by the age of twenty.

And, if you'd asked me what I think the cause of it was, my answer would change daily; "it's sleep, cigarettes, stress, beef, my birth control, fruit, my new cleanser, the rain." I wouldn't allow you to touch my face, ever. I even went as far as using diaper rash cream on a particularly bad outbreak. Bad skin is humiliating and humbling and causes and unwilling war against yourself.

It all sounds dramatic, but I promise, it's not. It's real.

I've always done my best to use natural products. But when battling with acne, you use what "they" say works.

Now one of my most favorite facial products, that won't make you feel guilty after purchasing is the Lush line of Fresh Facial Masks. You get a 3 month's supply for $5.95. It's the easiest way to pamper you skin.

my favorites are:

The Ayesha (for skin tightening and smooth out fine lines; rosemary, eliderflower and lime flower). Perfect for right before going out, a tiny little face lift.

BB Seaweed (calming, soothing, takes away redness, deep cleansing with aloe rose, and seaweed)

The Sacred Truth (packed full of antioxidants; wheat grass, papaya, and green tea)

You can't buy these online because they are fresh. But you can buy them from the LUSH store in Westlake Center (400 Pine Street; that place next to Pacific Place). The gals are helpful and sweet and all under 17 with nearly perfect skin. Maybe it's because they use their own products...

2009-10-13T19:01:00.000-07:00

Let me let you tarts in on a little secret. I loathe shopping malls, department stores, and chain retailers (save Target and Club Monaco). I'd rather spend an entire weekend milling about a pocket of this city tracking down all the things I need (and want) one boutique at a time. But the reality is? I hardly have time to wash my underthings and get a manicure and take out my recycling. Therefore the easy-to-be-fashionable-and-moderately-financially-responsible places come in handy, every-once-in-a-while. And, since George W. Bush and Paul Allen took away most of our notable boutiques (and they still continue to wither away*), I have to pop into these places most of the time these days.

And since my Sweet, Southern Boyfriend is turing somewhere around his mid-thirties this Friday, and we'll be sipping strong, secret cocktails HERE, I need a new outfit, or at least a new something. I've been craving ruffles since early 2009 and since they've now trickled down to all the chain retailers, they are EVERYWHERE. YAY for me (and you, and you).

After a humiliating meeting with a MAC genius I popped by J-crew to see what all the bling glittering their windows was all about. And lo-and-behold, I fell right into a bag of soft and voluminous ruffles. Yumm.

J-Crew, Poplin Brynn Dress, J-Crew University Village

J-Crew, Kelsey Ruffle Top, J-Crew University Village

J-Crew, Merino Ethereal Ruffle, J-Crew University Village

J-Crew, Ribbon T, J-Crew University Village

By no means are any of these pieces unique, but it's the girl who makes the clothes not the clothes who makes the girl, right? Also, The University Village Store is packed, and I mean packed full of cute T-s to wear under just about anything. Also, more head bands than a speakeasy in 1922.

PS-I would like to note, I am not hater of big business, I do however, prefer to support the smaller businesses. After all, I buy my unders from Old Navy and have about 34 pairs of Nine West Shoes circa 2001. Preferences people, not requirements.

* My hope is for more brave and fashionable folks like Verdis to pop up here and there as our economy steps back into action.

2009-10-10T20:48:00.000-07:00

The past four days I've had a spider webbed between my drivers side side mirror and the drivers side door. He's been camping out day and night (I assume) and it's not until I'm on the road, making my way to wherever I'm going at a cool 30MPH that I remember he's there. When I glance over he's usually balled up, hanging on for dear life, and cautiously making his way to the safest spot where the wind can't get to him. I contemplate stopping so he'll have a better chance of making it to where he needs to be. I cheer, directing him to move left or move right or to "hang on!", around corners. And, when I finally make it to where I'm going, he's settled, in the safest spot he can find. And we repeat the same thing on the way home, me forgetting he's there, and all.

In my neighborhood, there isn't much of what I like (besides real culture and real community) - except for a new really, truly, inspiring coffee shop. The kind of coffee shops you and I used to study at during college. The kind that has fledgling musicians strumming and humming in the evenings. Artists' photographs, paintings, and collages hung haphazardly. The kind of coffee shop that remembers your order, even if you only come in every-once-in-a-while.

SOHO COFFEE Company is just up the street from my house, and despite having fresh grounds and a french press at home, I brave the mean streets of the CD early morning. Because, it's the kind of coffee shop that deserves to be here, in the city where people come to visit the kind of coffee shops that don't exist anymore, except for Soho Coffee Company. It's the kind of Coffee Shop that, I hope, despite the sharp corners and growing trends of prim and proper (and snotty) coffee shops who sling cupcakes and hire unapproachable barista's, hangs on for more than just a few rides at 30MPH.

2009-10-08T09:17:00.001-07:00

Sometimes, I think too much about the things I've had, that I've lost along the way to where I am. Like the botanical prints I purchased at a paperie in Athens the very first time I visited. They may or may not have been old and they may or may not have been worth much more than what I payed -but I loved them. And they sat, rolled up in the glove compartment of my car, for years. Until at some point, I'm sure I needed room for a pair of shoes or a parking ticket they were moved and forever gone. And, the vintage hat collection I spent most of my early collage years collecting from the Fremont market, yard sales, my father's closet, and tiny hole-in-the-wall shops up and down the west coast. The pair of nine west shoes I bought for half price that look just (and I mean Just) like the Tom Ford for Gucci (ankle wrap satin, square toe and all). My bird, CC Bloom, who I rescued from Lopez island, only to be handed off to my neighbors daughter, only to be eaten by her daschund Edward (It was out of total infatuation, she told me. Edward sulked over her grave for days after their fatal connection).

And, then, there are these things I find, that I can't imagine how they've stuck with me through 13 moves, 2 cars, numerous purse changes, and nearly 3 decades. Like a business card from a man in Vegas who does things that men in Vegas do. It, like nothing else I own, has been forever found for 5 years (I couldn't tell you where it is now. But at some point, I'll be moving again, and find it hidden behind or in or underneath something, somewhere). Like a ring I stole from my mothers dusty jewelry box when I was 15. It's a solid gold knot the size of a champagne grape from Neimen Marcus (when my parents shopped at Neimans). I've lost it so many times. And yet, it always finds it's way back to my pinky where it always fits (the only finger on my hand that hasn't grown since puberty). A nearly empty bottle of perfume that smells like Mexican Chocolate and cherries I bought at a store in Fremont before Fremont was a place to buy anything but vintage. The oil is long gone, but the bottle, covered in a satin bag that's stained from the leaky bottle, sticks around despite a few efforts to throw it out.

And all this losing and finding and losing and finding, sometimes, makes me want to just stand still, stick my arms out wide, spread my fingers and see what I catch as the wind rustles it by. But really, I know, I can't get from here to there to where I want to be without losing and finding, at least every-once-in-a-while.

2009-10-07T13:44:00.001-07:00

I have some things to say about lost things, found things, and now things. I just need time to edit and post.

In the mean time. Pop by Club Monaco (600 Pine Street, 2nd floor Pacific Place) and find something with ruffles and dots. Sit at the bar here and taste a couple glasses of vino, rummage though a mountainous pile of parmesan, and let the gnocchi melt in your mouth. And then? Go home and hide behind these pages:

2009-10-01T11:24:00.001-07:00

So, it seems these day's I'm not so good about doing what I said I'd do, except that falling in love thing. I've realized over the last few weeks that I'm a fairly simple girl - who requires simple things. I'd take chicken and dumplin's over Foie Gras; I like cold beer over complicated cocktails; I still firmly believe that less is more.

I've been running around this way and that way, not doing much of anything but working and watching 24 and drooling over the September Mags. I've been doing more gardening than shopping. More wine drinking and home cooking than fine dining. I Miss my BFF terribly and have pangs of loneliness that not much of anything but a quick visit to SF can heal.

If I had the gall to do what I'd really like to do (hunker down in an apartment right next to my BFF's and send morris code secrets through the radiator), I'd send for these:

Modern Vintage Women's Destiny Knee-High Flat Boot

J-Crew Wool Blazer

This Guy
The AMAZING vintage Steamer Trunk I scooped from a garage sale in my neighborhood.
The Hat collection at No Parking on Pike (Owner Billy Hutchinson will let you play dress up with his AMAZING vintage hats and even make some suggestions)

A case of Market Spice Tea

And, somehow, October has crept on us. Unlike years past, I'm hoping for this month to be lovely. Because, October, you promised that all that heart ache, worry, and stress would be buried somewhere deep in the middle of January when things like red wine and denim can heal them. I'm holding you to it (while keeping my fingers crossed).

2009-08-03T17:53:00.001-07:00

A few of my/our stops over the past few months...

(I had all these pathetically witty and (almost) perfectly crafted paragraphs about a few of these place that I have loved to love over the past couple of months. And then, magically, like the Internet does sometimes, I lost every-single-one-of-those-words.)

So, now here is just a plain ole'* list. And really? I've come to learn, after all these years that less can be more, more than less of the time.

Verdis on Capitol hill (This shop was opened by a former nanny who has a serious obsession with fine clothing. AND she opened during the worse recession we've had in, well, our lifetime. Go. Bask in the glory of her amazing taste. Venna Cava, Kova&t, Fairlyrobin, Twelfth Street and Andrew Marc - all delicious and all specifically selected to be cool on a number of different levels.)

Bossi and Ich Ky in Pioneer Square (like many other well thought out boutiques in this city, it's closing. And, it's likely shutting it's doors int he next few days. At the very latest, the end of August. Almost the entire store is 70% off. She has Dresses, denim, and well structured leather pieces that would will make you squeal.)

Anchovies and Olives on Capitol Hill (Another perfect restaurant by Ethan Stowell. If you haven't been to Tavolata or How to Cook a Wolf you should be ashamed of yourself. To make up for it, go to A & O. Have the Eggs with Smoked Tuna and the Mussels. Admire your plate before you taste, it's art. Art that comes at a recession proof price and that's made with swagger. The menu changes ALL THE TIME - So go often. Sit near the open Kitchen, if you can, and watch the magic.)

Seattle Deli between here and there (something about the summer leaves me obsessed with Vietnamese food. Pho in particular, but pretty much anything that is sweet and hot and packed with fresh watery vegetables - I love. Seattle Deli is between my house and his and when I running from either place to the other, I stock up on Lunch and Dinner on the cheap. It's good for your body and your pocketbook and our city's small businesses.)

*Other things I love that are best, plain ole' - without any bells and whistles: PBJ's, kisses, Chuck Taylor's, Ahi Tuna.

2009-08-03T17:21:00.001-07:00

Seattle, I've decided you are much like greedy mosquito during the summer time. You pack yourself full with as MANY events as possible, which leaves you moving slower than in the fall and winter months. You invite all sorts of people to come over the bridges, on the trains and even some on giant giant ships. And, finally when mid September hits, you explode, leaving somewhat icky remnants of what you've be sucking up all summer. And even though the splatter is really quite gross. The obnoxious humming stopped and you are back to normal. With all the people who know you without all that greedy pursuit.

I gotta say Seattle, I like you the best when it's just you and I (and the rest of YOU, you know who you are). I'm sort of hoping mother nature will fast forward to fall, because really, it;s my favorite time to live and love.

Like I said before I've been eating and drinking and shopping love. And, I've spent very little of that time alone (which is fine by me). And the best part about eating and drinking and shopping love, is that I have the chance to show my love how much I love this city and why.

And, in a bit, say tomorrow? I'll have a pretty list of places I love to love even with all these people in our city.

2009-07-29T15:57:00.000-07:00

In case you are not in Seattle or know no one in the Seattle Area, it's fucking hot here. Melting hot. Hotter than this Seattle Girl can handle. If you need me, I'll be in my nothings, fanning myself with the junk mail that's piled up in my kitchen, and slurping down bloody mary's. Because, when it's this hot, there's nothing else to do but wait it out.

2009-07-28T23:11:00.000-07:00

This is where I would normally bat my eyelashes and expat an "Ehem" and poet some witty prose to ask you back into my good graces.

Its been 2 months and a few days.

We've officially broken up, you I dear readers. And, me more than anyone, has been hurt the worse.

And lets say that 2 months after the break up you and I, we run into each other at our favorite breakfast place, the one we swore we'd both stay away from, and we sit and talk for hours. We hold hands for the first time and we realize that the three years we've been romancing each other, you and I dear readers, shouldn't end because one of us got (a teeny tiny) bit busy. And after a few bloody mary's and a three thousand word explanation of where the fuck we've been we are back to normal.

So readers, this is my hand-holding-three-thousand-word-explanation-first-time-since-we-last-blogged, blog.

First and foremost, I am sorry. But this time, this time for real, I have a fantastic excuse. I've fallen in love. And I've been face to face with this amazing person making sure I do all the right things this time around. Because this time around, it's really really really real. Like, how your parents fell in love real. And, its plan is to last forever. So, me. I've been eating, drinking, sleeping, shopping, and cooking love.

And, from now on, I promise to maintain this space like I have been over the past few years. I'm still deciding if I'll play catch up and let you know about all the new places I've been eating, drinking, and shopping. Or, if we'll just start anew. But whichever way you and I decide to move forward, I can promise that I'll be that same unpredictable, emotionally driven, fast talking, good loving girl I’ve always been a bit ashamed to be.

And that? That is a promise.

2009-05-15T08:06:00.000-07:00

Phew.

That was fast! That turn around I was (desperately) searching for was in the bottom of a fairly shallow handbag full of a few miles on foot through the city, a plane ticket to Seattle, Green Enchilada's, Chilean Wine, girl talk, and a little bit of kissing.

Who knew?

This weekend I've got a few tricks up my sleeve to make sure this turn around doesn't take an about face.

I'll be hiking somewhere early Saturday morning and ringing in two 30th Birthday's in the evening over home cooked food, bottles of beer, and likely a few crass stories.

Bright and early Sunday, I'll be with a whole bunch of you, attempting to "Beat the Bridge" all the while laughing and laughing and laughing. Then, If I play my cards right, I'll be Cheese Tasting at the Pike Place Market.

Also, I'll be wearing yellow. There's something irreparably delightful about the color. And, really? Who doesn't want to be delightful.

Ombre Pencil Skirt, $88.00 J-Crew (Pacific Place, Down Town Seattle)
I love how the yellow is barely hanging on to the hem. Like someone tried to shake it out and the yellow just too stubborn to fall off completely. Bold and Classy.

Ananas Yumi Mustard Hobo Bag, $358.00, A Mano (1115 First Ave, Seattle Wa 98101)
This bag is buttery and a nearly perfect Hobo Bag. See the little "v" cut? That makes it super easy to reach in your bag and search for your phone, gum, wallet, or cigges (what ever floats your boat) with out stopping and plopping it on a counter, bench or the street.

PinTuck Shirt in Lemonade, $20.00, Old Navy (Online only. And, by the way, I don't recommend ordering just one piece online for air or ground delivery. Think Green. Band together with a host of girlfriends and order at the same time. Plus you get bigger discounts on shipping when you spend more.)
I ordered mine in a larger than normal size. I plan on pinching, gathering, and tucking it into my Kova & T high-waisted denim

You know all of this sorting out all these things that were all out of sorts, only makes life, that more enjoyable once you get over it. And those few days where May and Mother Nature scheme against you? What they're really doing is making sure you're ready for next year, when May comes around again. And for that, ~~you~~ I ~~should~~ will thank them.

2009-05-13T14:25:00.001-07:00

That drifting thing I was talking about? Apparently it was more than just a bit - it was more like a lot. I started 6 blogs in the last week and a didn't care to do much of anything with them.

May has always been a funny month for me. And, I'm not sure why or what it has to do with. But I do know that May has always been a funny month for my mama and her mama too. And by funny, I don't mean laughable. It's a month were you don't feel right in your skin. Where you laugh, cry, worry and think the hardest. Nothing quite feels like your own and everything seems like it should be. May is a very confusing month. Where less seems like more, more or less. But, you can never have enough.

And, it's just when I'm about to give it all up - run off with a Spaniard or hide away in a South Carlina oyster farm - it turns itself around. And we I become my very best self.

That turn around? It's almost here, I can feel it. And it started at the Ballard Market. Lately this little space has been an awkward fusion of confusion, food and fashion. And just as most of what happens in life gets recorded here, most of what inspires me here, happens in life.

On Sunday I fanagalled:

Lamb chops from SeaBreeze Farms from the kindest, happiest, most adorable (married with a baby) farmer
A rainbow of radishes
Arugula
Vintage YSL grey suede boots at 20/Twenty
Kova & T high-waisted denim
A perfectly ruffly white dress by Plastic Island (both found at Dolce Vita (5323 Ballard Ave NW, Seattle, WA - (206) 784-2344)

So, I guess it's safe to say May is only half bad. Because I'm certain that things can't stay this jumbled for much longer. Afterall, I'm a girl who insists on optimism, fine footwear, and well fitting denim. And with that combination, nothing can stay askew for long.

2009-05-04T16:17:00.000-07:00

Like it happens, I'm drifting just a bit. Not in a bad way, just in 'a' way. I'm totally uninspired by fashion and I'd prefer to have a handful of my nearest and dearest stuffed into my pockets for wine drinking, food eating, and memory making.

I've been reading too many hand written essays and not enough high fashion glossies. I'm still craving nostalgia and great one-liners. I spent most of the weekend in the kitchen - snapping, stuffing, and stirring. A bit of time with my hands in the dirt. And a substantial amount of time laughing. And it seems these day's? It's all I sort of need.

Just wait, a few sunsets from now, I'll be in over my head with new places to eat, drink and shop and have totally forgotten about all this "settling down" business. Until then, if you'd like to feel a little bit like me. Grab a book, a bottle of wine, and settle between these sheets sometime before Midnight.

Martorana Contrada Ragabo Nero D'Avola 2006 wine, $10.00, Pike Street Beer and Wine (518 E Pike St (between Belmont Ave & Summit Ave) Seattle, WA 98122) They are unimaginably helpful and without pretense. The only wine shop I've been to where I don't feel completely brainless.

This I Believe: The Personal Philosophies of Remarkable Men and Women, $10.00, Elliot Bay Books (101 S Main St Seattle, WA 98104). I'm challenging myself to an essay before the end of my 28th year. I have NO idea where to begin, but I'm swallowing every word in these pages for inspiration.

Italian 464 Percale Bedding, $19.99-$199.99 (On Sale!, On line only), Restoration Hardware (Pacific Place, Down Town Seattle). I am not a bed person. I don't do much in it but sleep. I'm not they type to nap and if I do it's on the kitchen counter or the couch. But these sheets? They. Are. Divine. And more often than not make for a crisp and cool nights sleep.

2009-05-01T23:32:00.000-07:00

If I could, just like all the years before, I'd be sneaking to your doorstep at twilight leaving sprigs of lilacs in hopes that sometime during the night you'd wake up remembering I'm thinking about you.

Happy May Day Friends.

2009-04-30T08:19:00.000-07:00

a perfect combination

2009-04-29T23:15:00.000-07:00

I’ve got a craving for nostalgia. I want spoonfuls of it ~~most~~ all of the time. I do my best to put together the most perfect bite. A touch of something from a month ago, layered with a feeling from my childhood, and topped with a perfect and thin slice of my early twenties.

I’ve been pacifying my obsession with a fierce effort to make new moments and framing photos. Also, I’ve been reading, eating, and dreaming about food. I went ahead an snagged Vogues from two different countries and this months In Style just to be sure I didn't lose my stride.

There were about 17 places I should I been tonight. But instead, I reared hearts and held hands and sang songs. And now, I'm home, elbow deep in pancake batter scanning the food blogs for shortbread recipes and planning my Sunday Brunch menu.

All this food thought and talk can be rightfully and happily blamed on this book, spending time with this girl, and my mother.

2009-04-27T15:31:00.000-07:00

I just foraged through my summer wardrobe (which is now sprawled out across my garage floor, gross, I know) early Saturday morning hunting for a pair of wedges. And since then, all I really want to do is be at home playing this song on repeat, chatting with CoCo, dreaming of San Francisco, reading this book, drinking Rosé and planning outfits for events that have yet to be created.

I haven't quite decided what my late spring/summer uniform will be. I'm teetering between super feminine dresses with loads or flowers, Chuck Taylor's and vintage baubles or throwing in the towel and completely and becoming a slave to whatever trend my present itself.

What I do know is, come May 1, I'll be sending a host of orders to these witty, brilliant, and (I am sure) likable ladies.

Here are my favorite few:

Mercer Shoe by Marais USA, available on line, $49.00

Perry Shoe by Marais USA, available on line, $49.00

Waverly Shoe by Marais USA, available on line, $59.00

2009-04-26T22:16:00.000-07:00

Dear Seattle,

That slight bit of uncertainty we had going into the last few weeks? It's gone, thankfully. Because sometime between Thursday and Today I realized that things change. People fall in and out of love, they move to different and far away cities, they change their coffee orders. Things, no matter how hard you try and keep them the same, change. And, I guess, I'm becoming more and more okay with that. Because what I've decided to do? Is follow my heart. And as vividly I know each and every nook and cranny of my heart, I'm never exactly sure where it'll lead me. So, Change like Uncertainty doesn't scare me like it used to. And I sure hope this new commitment I have with my heart won't let me down. But I guess in the end, if it does? Seattle, you and I? Maybe we could go back to the way we were before we knew change existed.

With high hopes,
A

2009-04-22T19:41:00.000-07:00

I've got a pretty big problem with thoughts these days. I seem to have one too many a minute, and my brain can't quite take it. And, it's just that one teeny tiny thought that's relatively insignificant, that puts me over the edge.

Like today? It was high wasted trousers. I wiggled myself into a pair yesterday (note to everyone whose been through a break up. Do not shop for clothes. Shop for shoes. Your width and length doesn't change during heart break. Your waist size does.)

Mine are an age old classic from Marc early spring of last last year. Too bourjoi for this economy. But! Look whose making an affordable and wearable version?

Isaac for Liz

(you can find these locally at Macy's. I know, for me, it's a tough pill to swallow, but you go where the man designs.)

If you haven't checked out his newest penny pinching collection - please do. It's classic, charming, and totally affordable. Also well researched (as Sr. Isaac always is). He traveled around the US to 4 Major Cities (NYC, Miami, Dallas, and SF) to test his line on the who's who of the socialite scene of each city. And, as soon as I remember where I read all about it - I'll fill you in.

2009-04-20T21:29:00.000-07:00

I've been threatening change. Somethings tugging at my pant leg. Its yet to identify itself, but I've got a pretty good feeling that somethings made up of adventure, spontaneity, and little bit of no-good.

Late at night when you all are doing whatever it is that you do. I've been mapping secret escapes to secret places. I pencil them lightly on the inside of my forearm so that when I finally fall asleep the gray area seeps into my blood stream and makes it's way to the most secret parts of my insides. I'm hoping, one day, all these maps will emerge with confidence and fists full of money and persuade me to go the direction I've always meant to go.

I owe you an apology, Seattle. I've been plotting our break-up for the last several weeks. And really? All those fun evenings out and long walks through the city have been laced with insincerity. You seem to always drive the people I love to most to far away places. And, I'm starting to think that is really is you, and not them. I think, we just need to be on a bit of a break. Maybe absences really does make the heart grow fonder and we'll come back more in love then ever.

I've been wearing all sorts of black again and doing more cooking than I'd ever anticipated. If I had the time, a camera and the right words, I'd tell you all about it. But I'm leaving all of that to the people who do it best .

I've been thinking more about love than ever before. Even when I was ear-deep-head-over-heals-in-it. I've been thinking why we love, when to love, how to love, and who to love. And the thing is? Over the years I've placed an inordinate amount of weight on my exceptions and flattened them into a thin, comfortable shawl. And whether love is all dressed up or stylishly dressed down, I'll always be a bit expecatious. I think that may be a problem. And, attending this show, didn't curb any of my obsession.

2009-04-15T22:41:00.000-07:00

It's funny. No matter how hard we try to mend our tracks, the rain here in Seattle always seems to reveal every step we've taken.

I guess, on the bright side, I'm wearing good shoes.

Por La Victoire Babette, $149.00 @ Edie's (Capitol Hill, 319 E. Pine, Seattle Wa 98122)

2009-04-15T07:00:00.000-07:00

There are all sorts of exciting things on the forefront for this little space. But until Sunday, I won't have much time to do much of anything but live, let alone tell you all about it. I've got work, work and more work; a hair cut and color; a few minutes for a drink with my BFF; a baby shower; This Play; and hopefully a few minutes for more hand holding.

Remember all that cheating I talked about? Well, one of my packages arrived late last night.

Baked Fusion Soft Lights by Smashbox, $30.00 @ Nordstrom (Down Town Seattle)

I'm desperate for a tan, but wise enough to know (finally) the tanning booth 'aint the way to go. For now? I'll be artificially bronzing my cheeks. And, for what to wear on those haven't-seen-sun-in-7-months-legs? Stay tuned.

2009-04-13T22:27:00.000-07:00

As I was staycationing in Bell Town two weeks ago I darted towards Marilyn Berg. She had 70% off sign in her window. And, after 2.5 glasses of Veuve and filtering all sorts of compliments about The Puppy, I learned the Marilyn was closing her doors. I walked away with more vintage glassware (an AMAZING green decanter circa 1955, a set of high ball's and a martini mixer). Another-one bites the dust in our sad little economy. However, I think her babubles are available on line and through appointment

More Marilyn Here

2009-04-13T19:57:00.000-07:00

I'm in desperate need of color (an my tea which is staring at me from the counter, but The Puppy has just curled up in my lap, and I don't have the heart to move her, ugh.).

I've spent the last few days mixing and matching blacks and denim. Remember that closet organization that happened last weekend? It's completely undone itself with my busy schedule - and denim and black will work out the wrinkles better than anything else. I'd like to say that I've been weaving in all those spring-time-brights with my boring color pallet, but I haven't.

I've been craving orange - in every possible hue from breathy to full; warm to transparent. And, since I'm sticking to my guns with my "green initiative" - I'm plucking items from the archives. Luckily Orange and I have been flirting with the idea of going public since my early twenties, so I've got a sizable pile to work with. And as far as my home (which is coming together quite nicely)? I'm throwing as much of the enthusiastic color I can around my place.

They say orange represents fascination, happiness, creativity, determination, attraction, success, encouragement, and stimulation. I could use a dash of each of these. You?

Gap T, $15.00 @ The Gap, University Village (2730 NE University Village St, Seattle, WA‎ - (206) 525-1559‎)

Balenciaga First Bag in Mandarin (must be special ordered from Barney's, but readily available on the web-site) @ Barney's of New York (Pacific Place, 600 Pine St, Seattle Wa)

Jyllinge Rug $14.00 @ Ikea (601 SW 41st Street, Renton, WA 98057, (425) 656-2980)

Le Creuset Kettle, $55.99 @ Cookin' (4224 E Madison St, Seattle, WA 98112, (206) 328-2665‎).

Unisex Slim Slack, , $72.00 @ American Apparel (I have mine in Poppy from the Capitol Hill Location).

Oh, also, I've had THIS MIX on repeat since Friday. To check out my friend Marty-Mar Live, you can see him at See Sound Lounge (115 Blanchard St Seattle, WA 98121) on Thrusday's and JuJu (2224 2nd Ave, Seattle) on Saturday's.

2009-04-13T07:54:00.000-07:00

I've got something to say about Color, New Friends & Old Friends, and Seattle in the Spring. Right now? I'm in desperate need of a run, coffee and a washer and dryer. This weekend left me a little behind on house work and normal living. But, literally, the last 72 hours have added at least 5 more laugh lines - and I have no intention of trying to get rid of them.

2009-04-12T13:55:00.000-07:00

I've been moving. Mainly in and around and sometimes about. I've spent less than 60 minutes a day in my home since the end of March, minus my sleeping hours. I've been clinking glasses, holding hands, and learn new ways of all sorts of new people. I've been dancing, some singing, and surpassing my daily word quota. I've spent time with Mama, the bars, and the BFF's. I've covered almost 50 miles of this city in my running shoes.

I'm exhausted.

Today, when all you people are gathered around a buffet swooning over the 4 different styles of eggs. I'm here at home, nestled between The Puppy and cushion's taking more than a minute to count my breaths and my blessings.

Happy Easter Seattle.

2009-04-07T19:19:00.000-07:00

It's been a cool (and some hot) ~~seven~~ 8 days since I've gone super local and green. And, so far? It's been a cinch.

Why?

Because I'm a bit of a cheater. I bought a months worth of fish and meat down at Don and Joe's (85 Pike St, Seattle - (206) 682-7670). I got in under the gun, the Sunday before last at the Ballard Market and I'm still going strong on my veggies and what fruits were available. I snagged some Beechers Hand Made Cheese (In the Market, 1600 Pike Pl, Seattle - (206) 956-1964)last week too. Needless to say, my fridge is stocked.

I ordered a second pair of LoomState Denim from Lisa at Juniper in Madrona. Oh, and, I've been eating out - a lot. So, this whole "eat local, shop local (usually my thing anyway), buy local" thing - I got it down pat until my fridge and creativity runs dry.

And, to curb the need for new spring things? I invited my mother over to help organize my room. Nothing makes you feel more guilty than your mother, who's lived her life for you, worn holey socks so you could have THAT prom dress from Cache, asks you why "you have 12 pairs of black dress pants?". To which you reply, "I Do?". Guilty.

I do have a bit of a home-decoration-challenge ahead of me. Stay tuned for market and second hand finds.

But really? The best part about all of this is that I'm exploring our city again. Admittedly, I became lazy (which I blame mainly on heart break). And for the first time this year I'm falling in love with Seattle all over again. One local store at a time.

2009-03-31T14:34:00.000-07:00

Because sometimes running, vodka and denim just cant make it happen - I signed up for THIS*

But really, what more can a girl want from life than to be happy, whatever that may mean for you.

Me? I'm still trying to figure it all out. But I do know that I'm on the path to being someone and in the mean time enjoying being something.

Stay tuned lovely readers, I've got some serious spring fashion up my sleeve. And, this Saturday my mom (the Martha Stewart of the Pacific Northwest) will be spring cleaning my diggs. That means, perfectly organized everything.

In the mean time, enjoy the sun and cherry blossoms. Maybe pet a puppy and do some hand holding. And, if you've got someone to kiss, do that too. It's SPRING!

*thanks to Molly Hoyne @ Stratejoy.com for the heads up!

2009-03-26T21:39:00.001-07:00

The other day I took a shower with my denim. I'm a meticulous launder-er. I read labels, study the stitching and rarely dry anything.

My new Loomstate Organic Denim said to wash in the shower, on your body, with shampoo.

So, I did. And as a result, I have a snug fitting pair of ethical denim folded neatly in my closet.

The boys at Loomstate have a fantastic story and have built and founded their company with "respect for our environment’s ability to balance, shape and color itself." I'd recommend checking out what they Weave and Sew.

Looking to get it on in the shower with your own pair of Loomstate? Please visit Lisa at Juniper in Madrona. She has a few styles for girls only. It's a few day's away from April, where I be shopping local and previously used only. Juniper in Madrona will be a frequent stop on my Local Shopping Tour.

2009-03-22T19:52:00.000-07:00

Weekend, once again, you came and went way too fast. I need just a few more hours in all day's, Saturday and Sunday included.

On a whim, I snagged myself a American Apparel Circle Scarf (honestly, the scarf came about because I was craving a Dick's Cheeseburger for the 9th time this week, and needed to take a sharp turn somewhere away from that walk up window). And, no matter how I twist or turn or circle this thing around my head, it does not look like the image below.

I think, my head may be too small to rock the circle scarf.

American Apparel Circle Scarf, $30.00

Luckily for me, there is a team of creative tarts somewhere at American Apparel, twisting and wrapping and informing the us small-headed-people other ways to wear this massive piece of fabric.

2009-03-16T19:12:00.000-07:00

Also, if you are feeling starved for good music, nice people, art, and delicious drinks: You should go to Grey Gallery on Wednesday to hear my friend play. He's ~~good~~ great at what he does and carries around a pocket full of incredibly nice people.

Jeremy @ Grey Gallery

2009-03-16T16:55:00.000-07:00

On Wednesday I have a former Barney's of New York clothes master coming over to rearrange my closet. Which means, I will be knee deep in laundry until then. And after that, I'll be basking in the glory of of greatness.

The next couple weeks will be hectic. March, you've suddenly turned yourself into a very busy month.

On Thursday I'll be eating and drinking and having eargasms HERE

Seattle Sound Bite benefits the Vera Project ProStart and WRA. I don't know much about the last two charities, but I do know the Vera Project, and sincerely believe that what they do changes the lives of young people. So, if you need to eat and drink and hear something good on Thursday. Please join me (and Becky and Lindsay and Kiki and Eric)

The following week, I'll be romancing Bell Town. I've realized recently how much I miss living so close to everything. There are a few restaurants I'll be revisiting and a couple of new place I'll be checking out (Taberna del Alabardero & List). I love nothing more than leaving my car behind and walking to and from dinner, drinks and shopping.

Kuhlamn's has a new art installation and the Sculpture Park and I will need to get reacquainted. All this basking is temporary (I'm only house sitting AND I have a new roommate is headed in my direction in the CD The "New Bell Town").

I still have something to say about Organic Denim and the best place to snag previously worn bobbles. Stay tuned (and dry).

2009-03-10T09:07:00.002-07:00

I'm going green in t-minus 22 days.

This means a variety of things. One of my main objectives will to buy clothing that was created using socially and environmentally responsible methods of production; is made with organic materials, or has once been purchased and worn by someone else already.

I am was considering the 100 mile Diet. But in research, I've learned it is a serious serious commitment. And, since I've made a promise not to be serious about much of anything these days - the 100 mile diet will have to wait.

But, what I am going to do is amp up my "buying local". All produce will be purchased at farmers markets, all meat and seafood with come from my butcher and favorite monger, and I promise to buy my staples from as many local manufacturers as possible. I already enjoy patronizing local business. But in times like these where even the most dedicated of local shoppers are heading to Safeway and Target for better deals and convenience - we need to be more dedicated to Seattle. I admittedly have a problem with commitment unless it has to do with love. So, let's do each other a favor and hold one another accountable, okay?

The only thing I reserve the right to entertain liberally that is not local? Vodka.

2009-03-08T19:43:00.000-07:00

It's suddenly almost 8 O'clock on a Sunday. And, I am not sure I feel like the weekend has actually started. I've got a few blogs in the que about eating locally and organic denim; glittery mascara and being unsettled.

That indecisiveness that's planted itself in the in the middle of my heart, is making things slightly harder than I'd like them to be. And the reality is, I know all this up and down and back and forth is easily fixable. I just have to figure out what that fix is.

There is a chance you and I shared breathing space this weekend. And, I just want to say "thanks". It's nice to be back, finally.

2009-03-03T22:00:00.000-08:00

Phew.

I literally just walked in the door. And, this morning, I walked out before 8am.

And for dinner, I'm having a bowl of almost too ripe strawberries and pop corn sprinkled with Bacon Salt. If Pagliacci delivered to my zip code, I'd totally be ordering from them (take SERIOUS note Pagliacci's).

There were about 65 thousand thoughts that flashed through my head today, but the one that I did the most with was this: Cheap Colorful Clothing for Spring

(I have to say, I'm having a bit of a hard time with all this inexpensive generic clothing support. NOT THAT I DON'T ALWAYS SUPPORT IT, but now another one of most coveted places to shop is closing down. Sadly, Cybele at Last Waltz is closing her doors. But not before holding a HUGE sale of EVERYTHING she has in her store ("selling furniture and fixtures as well as stock, the whole shebang!"). Sale Starts March 7th).

Old Navy Cropped Pea Coat, $22.00, ALL sizes available on-line @ www.oldnavy.com)

Old Navy Woman's Cotton Twill Vest, $29.50 @ www.oldnavy.com

Old Navy Hipster Unds, $7.50ea or buy 3 or more $5.00ea, www.oldnavy.com. These come in 25 colors from Valencia Orange to Cyclamen!

2009-03-02T22:08:00.001-08:00

I have a great story to tell about Being in Love with Seattle. But I'm a bit distracted with the 25 + hidden emails I found in my g-mail account and *hangs head in great GREAT shame* watching The Bachelor.

We'll reconvene tomorrow to talk about how absence makes the heart grow fonder, the classy girls ultimate revenge (my words strung together and printed on a glossy colorful page), and my new favorite subject - a recession proof wardrobe.

2009-02-28T19:52:00.000-08:00

I'm about as decisive as a gnat these days. As soon as I decide up I'm already on my way down. I can imagine it's wearing thin on my friends.

I can't quite commit to much of anything but time on my couch. And even that has become harder and harder to do.

I wish I had something fabulous to tell you about our city this weekend, but the reality is, not much has been all that impressive these day. For Gods sake, I've fallen in love with GAP T-SHIRTS.

I plan to pull out all of my Spring Staples this week and do some wandering around Greenwood in hunt of the perfect Margarita and Mole.

Tonight? I'm catching a cab in 3 minutes for Dicks and then off to the Chapel to hurry the evening along. If you have any inspiring ideas for March, let me know. I hoping that garden of rock and roll boys with whiskey on their breath sprouts soon. Life's been a bit underwhelming lately.

Oh, and Seattle, Please try to be as bold and as honest as possible. There is simply not enough time to beat around the bush. And last time I checked, we're all big kids here, we can handle the truth.

2009-02-27T08:39:00.000-08:00

I have been living in these t-shirts. They are perfectly light, perfectly cut, and come in 75 million colors.

They run a bit big ("boyfriend fit"), I opted for the XS.

On Sale, 2 for $30.00 at any Gap Location. Or on line, for $10.00 ea.

They really are your next favorite recession proof t-shirt

2009-02-24T22:18:00.000-08:00

I firmly believe in the Power of Love. And lately, I've been a bit taken with the power of the written (and then in turn) the spoken word.

There is something about oral tradition that I truly connect with. The way we deliver what we have to say can change a someones life. They way they see things, the way they see us, the way they see themselves.

Recently, A friend and I were blogging our unforgettable experience in Washington DC. He made a note on his blog that was emphasized with the word "fuck". He was gleeful when posting and said, "I love that I have my own blog, and I can use the work "fuck" and no one can do anything about it." There is something to be said about being able to say whatever you want, whenever you want, with out serious repercussions.

And, in this space, I've promised a variety of things. There have been times where Fashion and This City have taken precedence over Life, Love, and Me. And there are times when I wonder, dear readers, what you prefer most. But, the reality is, I say what I want to say when I want/need to say it. And, that is the beauty of this little place. I get to do and be and say - whatever I want whenever I want.

This is a long winded introduction to what I've been thinking about more often than not these days. The older (and might I say wiser) I get, I feel more and more a grave responsibility as a human being, to be and say and do as I require of others to be and say and do.

I feel a severe responsibility to make sure, my path, and for that matter your path is the best it can be. Although I may not always have this mentality on the forefront of my mind, I mean to. And, I guess this all comes full circle to this little space. And whether or not you read these words to find out where the best/newest/most fun place to shop and eat and drink are, to feel less alone in heartbreak, celebrate or reminisce in your twenties, or just plain be entertained. So, whatever it is - I hope that you know, I'm here, stringing all these words together in a haphazard way because I care about you. And how you, in your own way, can (and likely do) make a difference.

As silly as it sounds and as over used as it is, this quote rings terribly true:

“I shall pass through this world but once. Any good
therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can
show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me
not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this
way again.”

Mahatma Gandhi

I promise, this will be the last of the emotionally wobbly posts for quite some time. Because, I just finished thumbing through Vogue from two Countries and a stack of recession themed fashion magazines and revamping my spring closet. We've got some serious fashion to discuss.

2009-02-24T08:25:00.001-08:00

I have something to say about Ed Hardy, Fibbers, Trench Coats, Fathers, and Prom. Please stay tuned. You and I internet, we have a date set for this evening at 8:00pm.

2009-02-23T07:52:00.001-08:00

I firmly believe in the power of love. Because for a quick second this weekend, I stopped. And almost everything that I am melted for a milasecond.

Also, I'm not a quitter, at least with some things.

2009-02-21T09:19:00.001-08:00

Excuse me life?

When did you become so fantastic?

I must have been sleeping when you decided to snap out of it and become great again (I'm thinking it was something after 11pm on Thursday)

I'll be headed here for brunch with a newish friend to talk fundraising and running.
Then, I'll be moseying around U-Village cashing in on a 20% discount at Zovo Lingerie and flirting with spring dresses at Anthropologie.

At some point, I'll be the girl floating between in Volunteer Park and Bell Town trying to bottle the sunshine in a mason jar. When we pass each other, let's sit knee to knee and tell stories that make our hearts skip a beat.

And, tonight? I've been asked to arrange an evening tour of Seattle. Which for me, is like winning an award. I've been racking my brain of the best way to show off our city after the sun goes down, in the best way possible. I'll let you know what I come up with.

2009-02-18T08:02:00.000-08:00

Has anyone ever owned Theory Accessories?

I am considering these (available at Gilt.com, to members only):

Jeri Strap

Vella Lounge

I am also considering these, more Economical, options (each a cool, $12.99 @ any Target Store):

2009-02-15T10:31:00.000-08:00

All the things I had planned out for this weekend aren't all coming to fruition. But, other more - lets say - important things are getting done.

And, tomorrow when I have dotted all my "i's" and crossed my "t's" I'll tell you all about it.

In the mean time, I'll be in the streets finding out what Seattle's easily forgotten, want to be remembered for most.

oh, I also got a new pair of Jeans, because, when things aren't super duper, denim and vodka and running make me feel better. This time, denim won.

2009-02-13T08:02:00.000-08:00

It's been a long while since I've felt like much of anything, let alone the girl I like to be most. And, almost as suddenly as she left, she reappeared. This time with a more confident hair cut and another relationship under her belt. If there's any chance you'll be some where in Seattle this weekend, you'll likely run into her and her squad of equally as (re)juvenated counterparts.

Tonight, I'll be HERE (again). I've got a date with MeMe, the Sauna and Ben.

Tomorrow, We'll be skipping somewhere between the Ferry Terminal and a restaurant hand in hand signing Katy Perry with Whiskey on our breath. And, because some of us aren't quite over it, we'll be at Neumos watching love burn.

Sunday, Ikea, Seward Park, and dinner at List (the old Apartment).

Monday, Me vs. the Mountain.

2009-02-12T17:21:00.000-08:00

I'm not normally one to click on the side advertisements while perusing FaceBook. But, the other day I did, and thank the Lord so.

The Gilt Groupe provides access to coveted designer (and cool designer) fashions for men, woman and children - mostly up to 70% off.

You should become a member HERE. I did, with a bit of hesitation,as most of these site's send you mail daily that has either a) unwanted, out of season items or b) pieces at prices I wouldn't pay even after a few martinis.

I genuinely recommend the Gilt Groupe. I love their philosophy, their selection, and their prices (they are truly at at discount)

Today, because today I really needed something more than what I had, I got these ~~two~~ three items.

Ali Ro, Halter Dress, ($130.00, signally $330.00)

Ali Ro, Silk Cascade Ruffle Top ($70.00, originally $198.00)

Hunter Wellies, ($58.00, originally $145.00)

The Site tells you whether or not the cuts run true to size or not. They have smart smart buyers who try, wear, and then tell you all about the item. If I have to shop on line (and lately it's all that I've been able to do - with all my favorite boutiques closing), I'll do it with Gilt.com

2009-02-11T16:16:00.000-08:00

I have completely forgotten it's valentine's weekend. In my opinion, this silly little holiday is for Lovers and Singles alike. I fall into the category of the latter. There will be lots to do this sunny Saturday, and I can promise it'll be much more fun if you do it with me. Why? I'll be hiding a flask of Whiskey in my Balenciaga.

Stay Tuned.

Oh, and if you're not single but like to have fun, you can come along too. Afterall, I don't hate love (or those who are in love), we're just in the middle of a little spat.

2009-02-10T08:18:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow at the W HOTEL (1112 4th Ave, Seattle, WA 98101) dog owners and lovers alike will take over the lobby for butt sniffing and face licking and schmoozing. CoCo and I will be there along with the fabulous Isabella and her equally as fabulous owner Corrie.

Come say Hi!

2009-02-08T20:45:00.000-08:00

Things I did this weekend:

Had dinner at Canlis with 60 other people in celebration of love.
Danced at Neighbors.
Played Poker for Charity.
Ate, a lot.
Kissed Babies.
Cuddled with dogs.
Bought enough running gear to last another year.
Sang Happy Birthday.
Installed blinds on my window (You are welcome neighbor ;)).
Fell in love with Kid Rock.
Napped.
Walked.
Laughed.
Sweat.
Went on a date with my mom and dad (best date I've had in a long while, truly. Parents are the BEST wingmen. They'll toot your horn louder than ANYONE else).

Hey Seattle, what did you do?

2009-02-07T16:50:00.000-08:00

Apparently? I did not post AT ALL, NOT ONE POST in the month of October.

Readers,

I love you. Thanks for sticking around while I selfishly did whatever it is that I did in the month of October.

Most sincere apologies,
A

2009-02-06T08:13:00.001-08:00

I've spent the better part of the last 4 years searching for a hair stylist. I had one in the early part of my twenties who cut and colored me every 4-6 weeks. I loved him, the salon, the people. And then, life got busy and driving to Northgate for a cut seemed near impossible. Since, I have gone everywhere, literally. Back roads and main streets; barber shops and beauty parlors. I thought, for a moment I found the perfect stylist, and I did - but with short hair I have to go in every 4-6 weeks for a cut. And, since my stylist was severely talented, I eventually couldn't afford to go. If you need one of the best haircuts Seattle has to offer, go see Glen, Steven or Jessica at the Gilt Edge Society (on 4th and Bell, in bell town).

But, if you're anything like me, and need your locks lobbed more often than not (or if you prefer a kind greeting and a latte when you arrive), please visit Reghan at 7 Salon (in Pacific Place). I never though I'd be a girl who goes to a massive salon for anything, let alone a hair cut. But, she is good, and I mean really really good. Remember how I was searching for the girl I lost somewhere in mid December? We'll with the help of Reghan, I found her!

Reghan is smart, talented, and a perfectionist. She was wearing a fantastic Norma Kamali frock and had pumpkin stained lips. She's affordable ($50.00/cut), flattering ("you are a hair-stylist's dream"), and intuitive ("did you just go through a break-up?") After the cut was over, we were both so giddy and excited about it, we fumbled over our words and good-byes, like a perfect first date.

I'm going back to update my color the Tuesday after next. If you need a free cut, email me, I have a stack of cards from Reghan that'll allow you to experience her and her cuts for free, the first time.

2009-02-04T18:30:00.000-08:00

Err....one more thing.

Please grab a tissue and a glass of Champagne. The lovely Annie is closing the doors at Tulip. She's been outfitting Seattle's finest for the last 7 years. It'll be hard to walk down 1st ave without having her shop there.

Please stop by this weekend to say "thank you" and empty a bit of your pocket book on her outrageous sales.

Her discounts are as follows:

50 – 75% OFF OF THE ENTIRE STORE

NEW MARKDOWNS EFFECTIVE TUESDAY FEBRUARY 3rd.

EVERYTHING MUST GO! Terrific prices on a great selection of merchandise.

Extended hours this week:
Monday – Wednesday 10am – 6pm
Thursday – Saturday 10 am – 7pm
Sunday 11am – 5pm

Annie,

Thank you for everything, honestly.

Cheers,
A

2009-02-04T18:27:00.001-08:00

Please read City Stimulus while I hibernate. They are on the up and up. Kudo's to you lovelies at CS.

xo
A

ps- I love Boat Street Cafe. It's like a whole new world 12 steps off of Western. I'll surely be there for a Happy Hour once I stop sulking.

2009-02-04T13:29:00.000-08:00

I am still sick. Runny nose, achy body, stiff joints, and a rasp in my voice that would put Phyllis Diller to shame.

The one thing I have had time to do is watch TV. So, you can guess how interesting my thoughts must be. I have a weekend planned at Salon Dewi (lash tint and infrared Sauna - recession proof pampering); Canlis (the long awaited nuptials of my mother's best friend and her philanthropic partner); a stack of children's books on democracy, feminism and Barack Obama for my 10 month old niece; Steak tar tar and a long awaited catch up at Lark (apologies in advance for the loud chatter and howls - we can't help it); and a couple of hours at Ikea for window coverings. I am fairly certain my new neighbors are over seeing me half naked arse.

I'm missing a little bit of me. Maybe it's this cold or the fact that I've been pretending not to be jarred by the break up; but somethings got a hold of the girl I used to be. I'm hoping to figure it all out by mid February, because I refuse to start March feeling less than me.

ps- some of you have asked about my NYC purchases. I promise to have photos and links up soon. At least before most of what I go it out of season.

2009-01-31T08:47:00.000-08:00

Spring? SPRING?! Are you here? Even if you're just visiting for the weekend. I will fully take advantage of you.

CoCo and I are on our way to breakfast in Bell Town, then on a walk through the arboretum, and hopefully white wine spritzers somewhere in Leschi Later.

I'm not feeling any better. But I'd be a fool not to take advantage of this weather. And, if you recall - I made a promise not to wait on anyone or anything anymore.

2009-01-30T20:27:00.000-08:00

I am so sick. I'm sweaty and cold. My skin is tingly and not in a good way. I'm starving but nothing sounds good to eat.

I've watched more TV in the last 48 hours than I have in my entire life. My brain is mush. Ive had enough time to make a list of 25 random things about me.

I'm hoping to be better soon. Really really soon.

1) I actually like Barry Manilow and not just in a "Hey Barry Manilow would be funny to like". But his music makes me happy. So does Rod Stewart.

2) I have a hairless dog. Her name is CoCo. She's the longest relationship I've been in to date. I think it's because she can't leave - I'm the one who feeds her.

3) I chew the inside of my lip. I have no idea why, but I used to chew my tongue, so I'm thinking it's progress.

4) I love pork and I it's only been recently that I've been unashamed about it. Pork chops, pulled pork, pork ribs, pork loin. I also love burgers. My favorite is on the island of Maui at Cheese Burger in Paradise. Locally? Cheap Eats: Dicks. Splurge:Coupage. Delicious and Easy: Red Mill.

5) I have a subscription to the Atlantic Monthly. I have saved every American Vogue since January 2000. I buy a W every month. I steal People Magazine from Dr offices, nail and tanning salons. I am not ashamed of any of this.

6) I still want to be a sonics dance girl. Even though I can't dance.

7) I once had drinks with Bill Maher and tried to talk about the War in Iraq with him, He looked at me and said "shhhhhhhhh", then took a long sip of his vodka.

8) I love the movie High Fidelity. I have a lost list of "top 5 _______" somewhere in storage, I spent a 6th month period filling in my top of of almost everything.

9) I have over 75 pairs or wearable denim. I have it stored by cut, color and season. I realize how ridiculous this is. But, I am completely proud of it.

10) I scored a 100 on my drivers test. Driving with me now, you'd never know. Except for parallel parking. I can do it with one hand tied behind my back and blind folded. I inherited it form my mother - surprisingly.

11) My dad used to play professional basketball. When I was 8 I wanted to be the first woman in the NBA (before even the thought of the WNBA). My dreams were quickly squashed when I realized I am severely uncoordinated.

12) I wear mens socks.

13) I hate Rachael Ray. Her lingo, her voice, her cooking, her outfits, her laugh, her TV show -It's all a big long drawn out 'nails on the chalk board'.

14) I never use the microwave. I even pop my popcorn on the stove with vegetable oil and real corn kernels.

15) Sports generally bore me. But I stand up and scream for a good political show (Countdown with Ketih and Rachel Maddow, I'm talkin' about you)

16) I genuinely like the taste of tequila.

17) I've never lost anyone close to me. And I am very scared for the day that happens. I am not sure how I'll handle it.

18) I hand make my gnocchi and hummus and can make each for under $1.00.

19) Large groups - specifically woman - coming together for a specific reason makes me more uncomfortable than words can describe. (save: weddings and breast cancer awareness) Sample Sales, work outs, Bachelorette Party's, Sex Toy Parties, Movie and TV show watching. Anything over 10 woman all together for one reason...I can't handle it.

20) I think " the biggest looser" is one of the most inspiring shows on television. I watch it religiously and genuinely cheer for each and every person, who is brave enough to come on national TV, stand on a scale and make a commitment to a better, healthier life.

21) I pick up bad habits from boyfriends. The snooze on the alarm clock, eating burritos and watching TV are some of the habits I never had or kicked early on. Only to be reintroduced by boys who eventually dumped me. Thanks.

22) When taking off on a plane I move my heals up and down quickly (in a running movement) in case the plane needs a bit extra help getting off the ground. I am convinced that it works every time, as I have never been in a plane crash during take off.

23) I firmly believe in the power of love. It truly is what makes our world go round.

24) I am easily inspired and reserve the right to be until the day I die.

25) I was recently in the New Yorker (online:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/tny/2009/01/carpool.html). For me, it's like getting a personal shout out in the bible from Jesus.

26) (one to grow on).
At my perfect dinner party:
Marc Jacobs
Anthony Bourdain
Madonna (post Material Girl, pre Kabbalah)
Diane von furstenberg
My Mom

2009-01-29T17:34:00.000-08:00

Dear Pagliacci Pizza of SEATTLE,

Last night, I called to get a pie delivered to my new address (ehem...by the way, that address on Western can be permanently deleted form your records). I live in the CD, on the cusp of Madrona and Leschi and Mount Baker. Three of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the Greater Seattle Area. It is home to Howard Schultz and other really fucking rich people who like their Pizza gourmet, delivered and delicious. At least I can imagine.

I learned, that you, do not deliver to the 98112, the 98122, or the 98144 neighborhoods. Why? Because your location is too far away from these zip codes. Huh?

Well, I'll just let you know that the 72,000 + people who live here will order from a pizza store that doesn't discriminate because of distance. And, I am sure, all the rich parents and their rich kids and all the other people with a gazillion dollars billowing out of their pockets will eat someone eles' pie. Fuck, even poor people want good pie.

Simply Business Strategy Pagliacci: Open a new pizza store.

In only mild haste,
A

Ps - I always thought your answering services was bit creepy anyway.

2009-01-27T07:30:00.000-08:00

I've lived in this city for nearly 29 years and have never remembered it to be so snowy. I just got warm from the 7 degree temperatures in NYC and the freezing temperatures in DC.

I am waking up before 6am and hitting the sack before 9. I haven't done much more than; eat, sleep, watch TV and run in the last 3 days. I have a suitcase full of Marc Jacobs accessories and Tibi sample sale purchases; a few shoes and enough scarves to last until they go out of style.

I'm not quite ready to admit it, but I'm approaching pathetic. I'll be gleefully dragging myself out of the house both Friday and Saturday night - in hopes to find a bit of the girl I left behind somewhere in mid-December.

I plan to pound the pavement on Capitol Hill to rejuvenate my vintage closet (New York, you were so inspiring) and take part in recycling the fashionista way. If you'd like to join, meet me here on Sunday for brunch. I'm not only in need of some new/old wares, but a new shopping partner too.

2009-01-26T08:24:00.000-08:00

I only assume, because politics is as fashionable as fashion these days, that you all are interested in things like, MSNBC, Keith Oberman, and Colin Powell. But there may be some of you who only read this space for things of the fashion sort.

So, for all of you? Here is my favorite picture from NYC. The Marc Jacobs store in The East Village. The walls were covered with silk flowers, the shelves were spewing with inexpensive pieces, and behind the counter the shop boys were coiffed and shiny. A dream come true. (we were kindly asked to leave after
Cory took, more than his fair share of photos.)

2009-01-26T07:53:00.001-08:00

I just fished through the 400 + pictures we took while on the East Coast.

I'm newly inspired, but still bogged down with a cold and have exhaustion running through my veins.

Here's on of my favorite photos so far. Stay tuned for more photos and stories - I promise they'll be up soon!

This was moments before we were face to face with Keith Oberman and I yelled "Keith You Rock!" to which he raised his eyebrow and smiled.

2009-01-23T21:14:00.000-08:00

Seattle,

I've got stories, photos and receipts to boast about. But until Sunday at noon, I'll be cooking and cooking and cooking. And sometime between now and then; I have to unpack, rehydrate, disassemble then reassemble myself to be ready for Seattle again. New York and DC took a whole lot out of me (in a very very very good way). Plus I need to kiss on CoCo for a good 48 hours. I am not sure she even knows who I am.

Once I get over it all. We'll talk again. I can promise, it won't be too long.

I will be twittering now and then. So, if you are desperate for something, anything, you can read about my mundane moves HERE.

Love,
A

2009-01-17T09:24:00.000-08:00

Darlings,

Please follow me on my adventures in NYC HERE.

Bright Lights, Big City,
A

2009-01-16T15:02:00.000-08:00

I have a story about Marc Jacobs. I'm still digesting my purchases. Stay tuned Lovelies, stay tuned.

2009-01-16T08:36:00.000-08:00

"If that plane would have crashed today, forgetaboutit."

-Door Guy at the Chelsea.

Seattle,

You've got nothing on New York when it comes to temperature. It's bone chilling cold. We are tired, freezing and READY to shop.

Love,
Me

2009-01-08T10:12:00.001-08:00

In a few day's I'll be cozied up with several hand's full other people on my way to NYC. If you remember the last time I was in The Other City, my time was filled with firm handshakes and cherries.

This time, I'll be spinning in circles arms agape with my chin pointed to the sky hoping to catch a little bit of something.

This time, New York, I'll totally let you kiss me goodnight.

2009-01-07T14:44:00.000-08:00

(because the days preceding 2009 were filled with party planning, flat tires, new addresses, snow and a bit of heart ache, I had to wait just a little bit to deflate and make sure my perspective of 2008 was real, and not just a pile of messy words. At least I hope.)

2008,

you sulked into the room with a battered heart, devastating self esteem and a murky outlook on life. You nearly killed the both of us before the end of the first quarter. The only thing noteworthy about your existence is that you were sincere. You didn't pretend to be anything but what you were: devastated, pathetic and painfully thin.

And thankfully, this time around, you were a mediocre year. I am eternally thankful for that. We did a lot of running - to and from a variety of things - but mainly just around. We discovered new/old places with a new/old perspective. We nixed cheese and milk and welcomed wine. We learned to love rock and roll and whiskey. We tanned and swam and learned Spanish. We held hands and touched cheeks and high fived our way out of depression. We sat knee to knee with old, un-relentless friendships and built an unbreakable foundation. We drank and drank and drank and... We bought a fuck load of denim. We let our nails go to shit but opened our heart for tending. You catered to a few sleepless nights that lead to hysterically memorable mornings. 2008, you weren't completely perfect but you have been the favorite thus far.

We learned to love again. Which is something I was very concerned would be near impossible after the living hell we created last December. The inevitable fear of feeling incapable of listlessly loving loomed over us until mid year. And then, when we finally made good on the promise to be the unpredictable, emotionally driven, fast talking, good loving girl I’ve always been a bit ashamed to be. I finally was able to love to love and love again. But it seems, like all good things these days, it ended. And, really, we were okay with it all. Because out of it we got a rad new hair stylist and a handful of good laughs and a few lessons learned. And even though you all weren't invited to a engagement or a wedding, you got to witness love, which I know you know makes the world go round.

This year, our world changed. Finally for the first time in 8 years a sense of relief was offered to the American People. And you and I 2008, we helped first hand by talking and dancing and raising money for the best presidential candidate we've had in our lifetime. And a mere 20 days after you arrive the United States will instantly become a better place and I'll be there to watch it happen. 2009, I have a feeling that together we'll make/see a lot of history. At least, I hope.

This year, we stayed put, right here in our city. Discovering undiscovered neighborhoods and coffee shops and meeting all the people who, one by one, make Seattle the greatest city to live in. We needed a bit of time at home to make sure we'd be able to step sure footed into 2009. That the ground would be solid, and the road a bit easier. And, soon after you arrive we're taking an adventure to LA, New York and DC. We've got a ticket to S. American burning a hole in our pocket - and if with some miracle the Argentinean Government allows dogs - CoCo and I will be on the first plane out of here. Because I can't really wait any longer to do what I want to do.

We moved again. Actually twice. I think, 2009, this won't be the last we see of cardboard boxes and packing tape and Ikea at 9pm on a Saturday.

We spent a considerable amount of time, giving back. Taking time to feed the soul of our city. And, although there could have been more time spent and a little less procrastination and more of a difference made, we made some difference and that's what counts. And I'm hoping for more time in 2009 to trade jokes and sincerity with a whole host of people I didn't know existed in this city.

As we say goodbye I stand here on my tip toes with anticipation for whats to come. For the first time, in ever, I've got the world in the palm of my hand and I wonk exactly what I want to do with it. And what I'll be wearing while I do it. And maybe this year, 2009? We'll put together some noteworthy background music to accompany us on our journey.

2009, 2008 and I and I have one simple request. Make it a good one. With all sorts of giggles, and bruises, and great hair cuts, and new babies, and more languages, and tears, and maybe a little bit more love.

Hive Fives and Giggles,
A

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it careful round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless-it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable,irredeemable...The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers...of love is Hell". -C.S. Lewis (the four loves)

2008-12-24T00:14:00.001-08:00

I've wrapped half a gift (thanks Auntie for doing the rest), had a VERY strong candy cane martini, an even better eggnog martini, 2 cup-a-noodles, and watched the same episode of "Real Housewives of the OC" 2 times (in a row).

I'm still feeling slightly heart broken but mainly pathetic. I think I'll use my sleepless hours searching for my New Years Dress.

2008-12-22T18:20:00.000-08:00

After I'm all done sulking and drying out my bones from the cold I'll be out and about Dress Shopping. I've been craving feathers and sequin and a shoe in satin. I have no idea where I'll be hunting, but I hope that maybe we'll run into one another, and we can swap stories about 2008 and cross our fingers together in hopes that 2009 is just a little bit better. Because I've yet to see a perfect year.

Ehem...Because I'll be returning a whole bunch of Christmas Gifts. I think I may indulge in these:

Christian Louboutin Crepe Satin Sandals, Bergdorfgoodman.com

Mamma ~~needs~~ deserves a new pair of shoes.

2008-12-22T18:09:00.000-08:00

December,

You are the new October.

Shame on you.

Love,
A

2008-12-04T14:01:00.000-08:00

I'm mapping my City Stimulus Route this evening while indulging in (several) half priced bottles of wine at Bell Town Bistro. What I'd really like to be doing is wooping it up at Havana's but I've got a New Years Eve Party to plan (stay tuned, you are ALL invited)

There are (literally) 15 billion things to do this weekend. And, unfortunately, I've got a full day on Saturday (including dress shopping in the morning at Verdis Clothier. And, I'd encourage you all to at least stop in, because anyone who is audacious enough to open a new boutique in this economy deserves a high five and a few of my dollars. I LOVE the gung-ho entrepreneurial spirit our city has!!). So, I'm hoping that at least one of you can go to this and tell me all about it:

Like most of you, I'm sure, I can't believe it's December and 2008 is coming to an end. And, like most of you, I'm pretty darn excited for 2009. And, maybe only like some of you, want to take little snip-its of 2008 and fold them into teeny tiny notes and store them away in my back pocket. Because some of those snip-its have been truly magical. And, the older I get, the more magic I need.

2008-11-28T17:00:00.000-08:00

In case you are curious why you'd want to print out the City Stimulus Pass.

Here's a list of reasons why" (by the way, this is updated often)

So long as you plan to shop, eat or drink in this city between Dec 4th and Dec 7th. I'd say it's worth it to print out a card.

Afterall, I am fairly sure most of you <3 discounts.

2008-11-28T09:49:00.000-08:00

I think I consumed more calories from Wine than anything else yesterday. There is nothing better than gathering 15 adults, 2 kids, 2 babies, and one dog around a table meant for 8 and laughing until you cry then cozying up on the couch with the man of your dreams and watching season 3 of Lost.

Errr...Maybe, except for this:

City Stimulus is a grass-roots marketing campaign taking place December 4 – 7 rewarding buyers who shop local and shop small. The goal of City Stimulus is to maintain this community for generations to come, to build awareness, and to reward loyalty.

Those jeans everyone is wearing now? You bought them at your favorite downtown boutique 2 years ago. The cocktail lounge that you'd really like to keep as your secret? You're flirting with the idea of telling your co-workers about it.

Now is the time to get the word out, and City Stimulus is here to help. Help level the playing field, spread hope from politics to retail and make it a great holiday shopping season for you and your favorite small businesses. To help each other.

Go to http://www.citystimulus.com to sign up and participate!

I'll see you lovelies somewhere between 1st and 5th. I'll be the lady with my Stimulus Card in one hand and spiked apple cider in the other.

2008-11-20T07:50:00.000-08:00

It's not often I get out of Madison Park before noon. However, this morning I had to drop my car off at Fat City (508 Denny Way) (with Lance, the most trustworthy, thorough and well dressed mechanic in the City). And, now, I am on my way to the King County Court house to mend my irresponsible ways of driving and owning a vehicle. In midst of all this muck, I have discovered a lovely little cafe smooched between Taco Del Mar and Sublime on Cedar called Tilikum Place Cafe. I don't know a darn thing about this lovely little space except they make excellent orange and candied ginger scones (melting in my mouth now) and a literally perfect americano. Whatever Soy milk they use is the kind I am sure they sever in Heaven.

Tilikum Place Cafe serves early coffee and (baked fresh every morning) pastries from 7am-10am. Breakfast/Lunch from 10am-3pm, Happy Hour 4-6, and Dinner from 4-10pm.

Tilikum Place cafe makes Seattle seem like a real "big city". It's the kind of place you happen upon in New York while making your way to or from somewhere. I just suggest you come here.

2008-11-19T10:25:00.000-08:00

I'm certain I saw most of you HERE" this past Saturday. We were the girls walking with the hairless dog, looking elated and confused, carrying a hot pink sign that read "focus on your own family" (a jest a the horrible anti-gay group "focus on the family"). And if I didn't see you, I am sure you all could sense the love in the air. It was my very first protest and a magical one at that.

I found a photo of our sign (the sign that we are mutually surprised came to fruition). This brings my first protest full circle. Good Work Colleen!!!

(photo cred to J Random on Flicker, you can find more photos HERE

Delightful little tid-bits find their way into my inbox - mainly due to my Birthday BFF Becky - who's always on the up and up for almost everything.

Becky sent along reason number 238 why everyone should love/want to be/marry Keith Olbermann". Here's what he has to say on questioning love.

"You are asked now to stand on a question of love. All you need to do is stand and let the tiny ember of love meet its own fate. You don't have to help it. You don't have to applaud it. You don't have to fight for it. Just don't put it out. Just don't extinguish it. Because while at first it may look like that love is between two people you don't know and you don't understand and maybe you don't even want to know, that love is, in fact, the ember of your love for your fellow person. Just because this is the only world we have and the other guy counts too."

I firmly believe in the power of love. It truly is what makes our world go round.

2008-11-17T14:38:00.001-08:00

I plan on skipping by Tulip Saturday Morning to snag a pair of these.

Kismet Scrunch Pant in Black, $138.00 @ Tulip (1201 1st Ave. 206.223.1790)

Maybe you and I can meet at Macrena for a mid morning Red Velvet Cupcake and swap stories from Friday night? I promise to have something interesting to offer.

2008-11-16T19:08:00.000-08:00

It's fair to say that I'm a bit of a fibber. I promised a blog about a week ago. And, well, there wasn't anything of any sort of interest to read here. The worst thing about all of this "lack of blogging" is that out here in the blog-o-sphere is that people are writing all sorts of fantastically lovely things like "That One Tuesday"", food, fashion and all the sorts of things people are interested in reading on the internet.

And me? I've been driving to and from clients homes and my house and his house and probably your house too. And, on all my "to's" and "from's" I've been composing witty prose and poetic detailed descriptions of my everyday happenings to blog about "when I have a chance". And it turns out, when "I have a chance", my chance ends up leading me to dark corners with vodka in hand or nestled quietly between my sheets with Septembers Vogue in hand (I am severely behind!)

What I've been up to has not much to do with food or fashion. But I have been aiding and encouraging friends to pursue lost love, discovering New Places on Capitol Hill where people are encouraged to be anonymous, and crossing my fingers that sooner rather than later, life fulfills all of it's promises.

If you need me, I'll be hunkered down somewhere dark with both fingers crossed behind my back.

2008-11-10T19:40:00.000-08:00

I've been searching the city for inspiration - and I'm coming up dry.

Yeah, Yeah, I know our Country is making waves and the prospect of change is really real. And, events like these (can you see me in the crowd? I was the girl a ciggy in her lips pirouetting with between 10th and 11th with her birthday twin shouting "yes. we. can." in Spanish) should do it for me. But, moments like those get to me in a different way.

A time ago the the leaves and the smell of cherry blossoms was all it took.

And, even though it's been almost a year since my world was turned upside down, I'm still left with a little less that what I had before. I've got a list of things I want to do (Make hair pieces with feathers and crystals, find the perfect riding boots, take more pictures, investigate bourbon) and I haven't quite found the time or reasons to do them.

In the month + I've been hunting for whatever it may be I am hunting for - I've discovered that in order to create something notable in our city - you've got to be prepared for either the long haul (say 10 years or more, think any Tom Douglass Restaurant (yick) or Les Amis (YAY!)) or expect to be cool and trendy and loved very quickly and then get out.

I guess what I am getting at is - I'm mourning the loss of two of my favorite boutiques. But with loss comes gain (errr, I think that is how it goes). And, I have discovered a quaint little place in Post Alley (POST, Post Alley, Next to Kell's. There is no web page as of yet) to make up for it all. The food is American - in the truest sense of the fair. The bartender/Waiter/Owner is Rory. He's boy-next-door-adorable and if I wasn't dating the man of my dreams, I'd be there every night learning more about him. I've made a point to eat there once a week since we first dined. You should go - and sometime soon - before everyone else moves in and snags the best bar stool.

I've got my eye on a new clothier on Capitol Hill (who are you mystery boutique?) and some goodies on-line (yikes, I know).

2008-11-05T14:05:00.000-08:00

I promise, really truly promise to catch you up on all things related to food and fashion that popped up over the past month. If you can wait just a few more hours, I promise it'll be worth it. For now - Please take the hand of the person nearest you, squeeze tight, and say with me, "yes we can".

America, I am so proud of you.

Oh, and, look at these babies

2008-09-22T09:12:00.000-07:00

Ehem.

I made it to H & M. It was wonderfully successful.

I've got stories and recommendations about How to Cook a Wolf, Running Shoes, The Trials and the Truths of life long friends, and falling in love.

Please stay tuned.

2008-09-18T13:35:00.000-07:00

The last time I was in H & M my Boyfriend snagged a whole host of great things and I walked away with a scarf I can't yet appreciate and a anxiety attack. The time before that, I was in LES H & M in NYC and I ran into Laura from Project Runway ( you know the one with 75 kids and a supremely old husband). we bought the SAME DRESS and I stood behind her in line and did my very best not to wrap my hands around her waist and hug her from behind. And if it weren't for Laura, I would have hated H & M in NYC too. Too Crowded. Too Competitive. Too Disappointing.

But, as the girl who said she'd never again but did anyway, I'm heading into H & M today. I'll have my zanax and AMEX in hand. And if I see you there and pull you aside to ask you if this or that is too "lunchy" or not enough "ooh-la-la", please don't be alarmed. I go at these scary things alone, then realize, I'm not so good at much of anything by myself.

2008-09-16T14:18:00.000-07:00

"Where Social Circles Collide"

See you Beaus and Beauties on the Red Carpet.

2008-09-15T18:29:00.001-07:00

Seattle,

I'm getting hit left and right from people I known and people I don't know that my blogging habits are poor and pathetic (read: piss poor and supremely pathetic). And, I know that. So there's a reason why I don't do this for a job. It's because I'd likely be fired for poor performance and drinking on the job.

And, really, what I've come to learn about our relationship is that you all know what I know, and some of you know more than I do and It's not always that I care about fashion or food or politics or love or friendship or events. It's only sometimes I care about some of them.

And, lately, I've been hauled up laughing amongst dear friends and dancing until the wee hours with people I've only known on line. I've done zero shopping and been saturating my brain with Sara Palin and the Fear of another Republican Administration. And, after today's news, hiding my jar of pennies under my mattress.

And, I'm not sure these are things any of you'd like to hear about. Because those of you who do want to know, call and ask.

But, just in case you want to know, I'll have you know over the last few weeks I've been falling more and more and more in love, running more miles than I thought I could, hitching rides onto military bases in Corvettes, Noshing at Black Bottle for Lunch, and snacking on Saturated Tofu at KushiBar, booty shakin' my way across the dance floor to inappropriate hip hop, preparing to frost Seattle in Politically Correct Diamonds, testing recipes, cutting and coloring and cutting my hair, Avoiding H an M, picking coconut and carrots out of my Morning Glory Muffin, catching up on hearsay on what's-to-happen with some beloved Seattle Restaurants and Venues, and (with a new found pride) exploring on line shopping *

I've got 3 months of Vogues to catch up on and I have NO fucking idea what I'll be working the streets of Seattle in for Fall. My wardrobe went a bit bleak last fall while trying to conform to a bland relationship. I feel, like this fall, my possibilities are endless. I just placed an order with old navy and swooped by Illi for a pair of On-Sale-Melting-Pot-Denim. Let's have slumber parties where we can swap denim, dresses and dreams.

I'd like to promise that I'll be back tomorrow, but my word is about as faithful at 1980's rock star to his wife. So, let's just leave it with, hope to see you all reading regularly real soon. I'll do my best to write just as often.

* After months of searching to replace my shady NYC street buy-of-a-hand-bag that's been denting my shoulder for 2 years I have turned to online shopping. My first major purchase is the Mini Nikki Bag By Rebecca Minkoff (Thanks Colleen!!). I have learned that indeed, the best deals are on line AND you get to avoid the dungeon at Nordstrom Rack. I have also learned keeping up with all the amazing people I've met dragging my feet store front to store front is best done over a glass of red red wine and gooey pizza.

2008-09-11T02:18:00.001-07:00

have you ever seen two butterflies dancing in a garden? one atop the other fluttering near a daisy and the other settled idly on a lilly? And suddenly, they leap with out abandonment and chase one another over and up and down and around and over and under again until they finally settle atop a fern where they decide, with out words, to take on the world together. To make sure one and the other makes their own way, the best way they can.

I have. It's one of the most lovely things. And, I'm reminded of their concise and free spirit. And their love of love and freedom and the gift of one another.

2008-09-03T11:29:00.000-07:00

BURRRRRR.....

It's time for fall coats. The one item in my closet I am never satisfied with.

I'm on the hunt this week to find something that'll carry me into October. Any suggestions?

2008-08-26T19:13:00.001-07:00

Somewhere around my 10th or 11th year of life I stole 50 + dollars out of my mothers Dooney and Burke hand bag. I was caught and (from what I remember) denied the theft. Then later (again as I remember) threw myself into the arms of my dad begging for forgiveness. I don't recall paying the money back. But I remember the immeasurable amount of guilt and shame I felt, even to this day, I feel terrible for rummaging around in my mothers hand bag.

Last night, I received a customer service email from adameve.com that my order for anal beads, a sex swing, and hydro bunny dildo had been shipped to my home in Louisiana.

Huh?

Clearly I didn't ship any of these things* to my non-existent home in LA. Nor, would I ever buy these nor much of anything on line. My credit card info had been stolen and used to make un-authorized on-line purchases.

You all know I am girl who prefers to shop in real life. Meaning person to person, fashionista to designer, patron to owner. The last thing I bought on line was Maggie Mason's book on Blogging (which I only know because I checked my pay pal account this morning to make sure). I even by my concert tickets in person.

The shop-in-person-only-snob who wants more than anything these shoes -only available only to me on-line - can't have them. Why? Because she canceled her credit cards like a responsible victim of fraud would do. And, Because Karma's a bitch.

Loeffler Randall Blythe D Ring Bootie @ Pinkmascara.com, $307.30.

Mom, I am sorry for stealing the 50 dollars (errrr...and not repaying my overspending my first time in Europe. If it matters, my Todds bag is STILL in just as fashionable today as it was in 2001.)

*If you'd like your own beads, swing, and hydro bunny. I recommend you visit the Gals Babeland on Capitol Hill (707 E Pike St
Seattle, WA 98122)

2008-08-25T18:52:00.000-07:00

ps -
tonight I'll be topping off the last week and four days with an evening in the rain with my BFF2, Thai Food, and this gal.

We'll be at the (sweet) NECTAR (412 N 36th St, Seattle, WA 98103) by 9:42.

2008-08-25T18:25:00.000-07:00

Over the past week and a four day's I've been a busy busy broad. I've sung my first Karaoke Song at The Dubliner ( 3515 Fremont Ave N, Seattle, WA 98103 ,206.548.1508) (well past the age in which someone should be trying new things such as Karaoke), Visited the La Rousse Sale and snatch a pair of Tag Denim, that I am convinced, traveled all the way from 1973 and stocked up Park Vogel T's at 40% off, Chopped off my hair at Kismet Salonwith "Val the Gal"; Rear-ended a nice un-expecting couple while dancing to Bone Thugs and Harmony "First of the Month" (with no damage to either car); noshed at Boat Street Cafe (an entirely different world on the cusp of belltown and uptown @ 3131 Western Ave) on fiercely tasty (apparently rare) green peppers and cool gazpacho with scallops; Gotten a bit more lost in love.

I recommend all of the above to any person who, on a regular basis, enjoys fun things. I especially the love part - it's by far the most fun.

Park Vogel T, $68.00 - discount, @ La Rousse (430 Virgina Street)

2008-08-13T09:45:00.000-07:00

~~Dear Miss Turk.~~ ~~Hey Trina!~~ ~~Hello Trina Turk.~~

Ehem.

Trina,

I am totally looking forward to (finally) meeting you on Saturday*. I am crossing my fingers for mimosa's and giggles, because that is how I always imagined we'd meet. I'll be pulling something from my archives to wear - I hope you like it!

xoxo
Amanda

*Trina Turk Trunk Show @ Down Town Nordsrtom, Saturday Aug 16th 1-3pm.

2008-08-12T09:41:00.000-07:00

Remember the "great find of nostalgia" I came across at Marilyn Berg? Well, they can also be purchased at Cost-Co for 39.99.

On my way to get TP and Muscle Milk I noticed a flock of brightly colored T-s neatly folded next to a stack of Adidas running shorts. Ed Hardy's Christian Audigier fitfully designed some super cute-hack-around-the-city-in-style-T's for the Masses. Found ONLY at Cost-Co (cost-co @ the 4th Ave S. Location, near SODO)

The fit is excellent and so far the T-s wear and wash well.

Mom, this time I beat you to the cost-co deal :)

2008-07-29T09:49:00.000-07:00

I have something really embarrassing to tell you all. However it'll have to wait. I promise you'll get a good laugh. A really really good laugh. Mom, especially you.

Hang Tight.

2008-07-22T19:04:00.001-07:00

You all must be so fucking sick me my meandering excuses, right?

The thing is, most of what I do these days is for personal gain. selfish? totally. however, my drive to be out and about in the city discovering new things has been put o n the back burner to weekend adventures and romancing.

Next time you walk South on 1st between Wall and Bell look to your right. The shop with the random t-shirts, chandeliers, handbags - you know the one that looks like a gypsy trailer you'd see parked somewhere in Sadona waiting to sell you something - That is Marilyn Berg. Her petite-fantastically-dressed-whole-in-the-wall has withstood the deconstruction and reconstruction of Bell Town.

As a former lover of all things vintage (every once-in-a-while I'll romance my old habit) I was drawn into her shop by the Lucite bobbles she has streamed from every corner. I was pleasantly surprised to find Isabella Fiore hand bags sprinkled amongst vintage craft projects (think the hand glued shell lamp your grandma had at her beach house). She carries all sorts of earrings built with all sorts of beads from all sorts of eras. She's currently housing Ed Hardy T's, Shirts and hoodies.

Marilyn is the kind of lady you'd want to be in your family. She seems like she always has a party to attend and calls you "honey" or "sweetie" in the least offensive sense of the word.

I walked away with this with only the slightest bit of buyers remorse (it reminds me of being 21 chugging on Vodka Tonics and wishing tomorrow wouldn't come)

Ed Hardy " Love Kills Slowly" T @ Marilyn Berg ( 2405 1st AVE Seattle, WA, 206-448-2408).

I'd like to think Hitchcock got her inspiration for Ms. Berg.