Summertime Walks

Just some random photos from my lunchtime walk yesterday. I really love Portland in the summer! I aslo really love the picture below for some reason.. however, I almost got taken out by a bicycle to capture it, so maybe that’s why I love it so much! I had to fight for that one!

And, not to save the best for last or anything, but this guy was using a water hover craft up and down the Willamette.. I kid you not. The proof is in the pictures!!

Also, I wish when you zoomed in to crop a pic in Instagram that it didn’t make it so much smaller! I understand the reasoning, but speaking as a perfectionist, I really hate that they’re not all the same size. Oh well.. nothing to do unless you all have some tricks to share. I guess I could take them into Photoshop to re-size them, but that just seems like so.much.effort.

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What She Wore


1. Paul Smith Long Black Cardigan
2. Dolce & Gabbana Pink Ruffle Silk Top
3. DVF Allen Harem Pants
4. Target Esma Sandal 

I like to think I have an ok sense of fashion. I follow some fashion blogs and try to wear pieces that are on trend (and also, I’m fancy and use words like on trend). But I find I don’t really take a lot of huge risks in the clothing department. Sure, I’m sitting here wearing a sweater with a giant blue heart on the front as I type this, but is that risky? Well, it’s adorable & preppy, without a doubt. But risky? I’d venture not.

Recently, a girl started working in the office that has the guts to pull off fashion trends I only dare to dream of. For some reason, she can go from wearing a delicious peplum top with a pencil skirt and heals one day, to hipster glasses, a leather vest and plaid the next. And the key here is she doesn’t look like she’s trying!

So I’ve been throwing around the idea of starting a regular post entitled “What She Wore.” It’s pretty simple folks: I’m gonna tell you what she wore that day and how amazing she looked. Is that creepy? Strike that, I know it’s kind of creepy, but I don’t care. I would hope if she read this she would take it as a compliment that I find her fashion sense fascinating. Plus, I really feel like she could give us all such great inspiration. I mean, if you saw her, you’d know what I was talking about.

Now, just so you don’t get the wrong idea here, I’m not going to be following her around and snapping candid photos of her and posting them for all to see. I’m simply going to find similar items online and put them all together (see above for what she wore today). A sort of voyeuristic curation of one woman’s look. Genius right!?

Yeah, I’m gonna go with genius instead of creepy.

They Call The Thing Rodeo

It’s not too late to blog about something that happened almost a month ago, right? I mean,  I figure it’s much like thank you cards for a wedding–if you get them out within a year, you’re good to go! As a side note, I fully intend on exercising this right of tardy posts.. I’ve had one I’ve been meaning to put up since October but just can’t seem to get around to taking nice pictures yet! Hey, at least it’s something for you all to look forward to. As another side note, who decided that it’s ok to send a thank you card an entire year after a wedding!? And as a final side note (I promise), I really wish it was common practice to use the Interrobang. First off it’s just plain awesome to say, and second I think it creates a pretty terrific ligature, wouldn’t you agree?

Alright, now that I’ve officially gone off on multiple tangents, it’s time to reign it in–and let me tell you, the pun was most definitely intended!

A few weekends ago, I was invited by one of my favorite friends ever to go to the Sisters Rodeo in central Oregon (read about my previous Sisters adventures here). As I’m sure you all know by now, I have a serious crush on Sisters, but what you may not know about me yet is that my love for rodeos runs deep. As a matter of fact, one of my claims to fame is my appearance (I use that term loosely, you couldn’t actually see me at all) in a crowd scene in the movie 8 Seconds. Maybe it’s childhood nostalgia from growing up in Colorado where the cowboys are as rugged as the mountains. Or maybe it’s the fact that Garth Brooks will forever be one of my favorite country singers. Who knows. What I do know is, I love me some rodeos.

For me, the Sisters Rodeo is the start of summer. They call it “The Biggest Little Show In The World” which I think is quite adorable. It is relatively small, but most rodeos on the west coast are. I can’t really say for certain what it is that gives this particular rodeo it’s immense charm: maybe it’s the fact that it is nestled in a place where it’s literally city ordinance to have all the buildings look like old west saloons. Or maybe it’s because pretty much everyone in the city of Sisters comes out for the show. Whichever the case,  it’s wonderful.

The day started with the annual parade. This parade consists of mainly rodeo queens and old-time cars. Awesomeness for sure.

Then, after a quick lunch back at the house, we were rodeo bound.

I have to say my favorite part of this particular rodeo, though, was the after party. If you are over 21, it’s pretty much mandatory to go out after the evening show to one of Sisters’ two bars. Last year, we went to Bronco Billy’s but decided this year to try out the new Hardtails. Both places were similar in that they had an excellent live band, dance floor and relatively cheap drinks. Hardtails wins in the end with the mechanical bull. Also, the people watching this year was beyond compare.

We spotted many a character, some of whom we’ve lovingly dubbed Romo, Tape Measure Guy, and Old Make Out Couple. There were guys in bolo ties, girls in fringe galore, tight jeans, cowboy boots and more. My favorite guy of the night was sporting what I could only describe as a Pendleton jacket. I know we had a name for him too but I can’t remember what it was! Alfonso? I don’t know but it was something European sounding.

The best character of the night by far was Tanya Harding herself.. riding the mechanical bull. Yes, that really happened. Amy even got a video of it as proof.

All in all, it was another fantastic weekend.


And now, a little Garth Brooks to lead you out. You’re welcome. Shockingly, it’s surprisingly hard to find the original Garth Brooks Rodeo on the internet. But I’m gonna keep trying for you all because reading this post with that playing in the background is a thing to be experienced. Stay tuned!


A Man And His Daughter

Dad likes to play golf. Actually, saying he likes to play golf is a little bit of an understatement. He watches golf on tv; can remember how he shot on a particular hole, on a particular day, on a particular course better than he can remember his address; and last year (or was it two years ago!?) he took a trip to Scotland to play four or five courses as well as partake in many a Hendricks & Tonic (with cucumber of course). I honestly think it was his ‘Trip of a Lifetime’. Mine? Lounging on the Greek Isles while handsome men feed me olives and wine. That sounds pretty nice right about now. But I digress.

To recap: Dad. loves. golf.

So when my brother moved away to Boston, Dad was especially sad not only to be losing his only son to the East coast, but also because Cam is the one in the family who can actually keep up with the old man on the golf course. But as it was Father’s Day on Sunday, and as I actually do enjoy playing golf, I decided to treat him to an easy round of 9 on our local course. It was a perfect day for golf: warm, but mostly overcast and a slight breeze so I dusted off my old clubs and away we went.

There’s something about golf that seems terribly civilized, isn’t there? And it’s not just the mandatory collared shirts or golf etiquette. I love the sound the club makes when you’ve hit a really great drive off the tee–the kind of drive where you don’t even feel the ball connecting with the club. I love the finely manicured grass, the flapping of the flag, the ‘plunk’ of the ball as it falls into the hole and the way that–once you get home–you just smell like the outdoors. But mostly, the thing I love about golf, is that my dad loves golf. I may not be the best player (ha!) but when it’s just me and Dad, out there in the middle of it all, it really is something quite special.

And after golf: root beer floats.

I hope you all were able to spend time with your dads doing something he loved!

Get Over Your Hill

I don’t have anything terribly important to say today, but I haven’t posted in a while and felt a yearning to write! I posted some song lyrics from Mumford & Sons on Facebook earlier. They go like this:

There will come a time, you’ll see with no more tears
And love will not break your heart but dismiss your fears
Get over your hill and see what you find there
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

This really speaks loudly to me today for some reason. The bit about getting over your hill, whatever that may be, and seeing the beauty that lies in front of you. It’s so easy to sit around and wallow in self pity about the things in your life you don’t like. So, get over your hill already! Plus, I’m soooo ready for summer and the image of dancing around in a field with a daisy chain in my hair sounds like heaven to me–barefoot, in a sun dress, where it’s perfectly warm and you can feel the sun baking into your bones. Yeah, I’m totally ready for that.

On a lighter note, I cooked my favorite soup ever for the third time last night. Make sure you check out my post about it if you missed it (or even if you didn’t. It’s awesome soup). I think the third time really is the charm because this was my best batch yet! I still can not get over how decadent this soup is–all from veggies! It’s unbelievable.

Also, my dog loves butternut squash, apparently. Raw butternut squash. Weirdo.

Anyway, I hope you all have an amazing Memorial Day weekend and at least take one moment to stop and remember what it really means. I think about my BIL (brother-in-law) a lot over this holiday but try to remember everyone who’s serving currently or has in the past for our country.

I’d also like to take a moment to wish my parents a happy 32nd anniversary (5/24), my baby brother (although not such a baby anymore!) a happy 26th birthday (5/26), and my beautiful sister a happy 28th birthday (5/28)! Whew!! So much to celebrate! Love you guys.

Here’s to a three day weekend!

PS: Here’s the M&S song from above. Take a listen.. it’s a good one.

Mother’s Day at Cannon Beach

I know you know I’m totally obsessed with Instagram, so this post of nothing but iPhone photos from our impromptu Mother’s Day beach trip should come as no surprise to you. Enjoy!

Lola and I love Cannon Beach! A lot!

Haystack Rock

Nana & Lo

These people were playing with their three tiny dogs in the ocean. So cute!

Smiling Finn ❤

Lots of people on the Oregon coast!

What a great weekend we had! Hope all of you had an equally fabulous time celebrating your Mom this weekend!

A Letter To My Mother

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As a kid, there’s not a lot that can excite us as much as a swing can. Sure there are electronics and gadgets that modern children feel they can not live without, but growing up as a child without such luxuries as iPhones and Leap Frogs, a swing was pretty much as good as it got. Think about it: the incredible highs where you felt like your sweaty little legs could literally lift off the rubber bottom–where you felt like if you let go of the chain, nothing but gravity would stop you from soaring into the expanse of space. And just as you thought you actually would take flight, the inevitable stomach drop would start and you’d come plummeting back down to Earth. With tiny fists grasping onto that chain for dear life, we–for a spit second–wondered why we loved this silly contraption in the first place. But the beauty of a swing is that, not matter how bad the fall, we eventually start the upward rise to euphoria which made the stomach-churning all worth it.

Life is sort of that way, isn’t it? We’re on a constant pendulum of highs and lows, never really settling into the comfortable medium where most of us wish we could live. I’ve got to say though, that the swing of life is made easier by the people we surround ourselves with. We need people to lift us up even higher in those moments of euphoria–someone to ride those highs with us, but also someone who is willing to take those low times in stride. Someone who, without fail, will be standing behind us pushing us out of our darkest moments. No one is as skilled in swing-pushing as a mother is.

You Mama, in particular, are terribly talented in this area. You have seen me during my highest highs and graciously (though you selflessly steered me there) have taken the back seat in every situation. You let me shine through some of life’s most incredible moments and done nothing but smile (and occasionally shed a tear). On the other hand, I’m not sure I would have made it through some of my darkest times without you. Be it breakups or moving away from my favorite place, you were there for me to hold my hand. And when I’d cried just about all the tears I could cry, there you were, hands on my back, swinging me into my next shining moment.

The relationship with a mother can be tricky. We as children feel like, no matter how old we are, we can make it through this thing they call life all by ourselves–like a big girl. But it’s not until I stop pumping my legs that I realize it’s easier to have you there with me to help me along. Why wouldn’t I want someone standing behind me that had been there before? Someone who had gone through almost every situation I had and came out standing? Why is it so hard for me to accept help from a mother who wants nothing but to impart her wisdom so I don’t make the same mistakes she did?

I’m not sure I have the answer to that question, but I’ll tell you this–I am incredibly lucky to have you behind me, no matter how high or low I get. Your hand on the small of my back is a constant reminder that I’m not alone, and that pretty soon, I’ll be at the peak of that pendulum in no time.

Happy Mothers Day Mom.

DIY: Textured Wallpaper & Furniture

It’s sunny here in Portland today which puts me (and the rest of my fellow Portlanders) in such a great mood! Soak in that Vitamin D! However, this kind of weather doesn’t usually lend to the most interesting of blog posts, mainly because I want to do nothing but be outside!

So today I’m going to show you an easy little project I did to enhance a piece of furniture I bought at Ikea. It’s actually a really nice, sturdy butcher block for the kitchen, but with all the moves I’ve gone through with it, the white particle board on the back was looking a little worse for ware. I took process pictures of this, but alas, they’re on my old camera (or even worse, old phone!) but I did snap a couple mid-move to show you how just a few supplies and a little imagination can really update the look. I’ll try to find the process pictures and post them a little later.

You’ll need the following:

Textured wallpaper (I got a screaming deal for my roll at Sherwin Williams. Someone ordered the roll but never picked it up! This happens frequently so make sure to check with your sales person to see what they have that they’re trying to unload. It may just be the perfect thing!)
Wallpaper glue
Wallpaper squeegee
Staple gun
Painters tape
Paint (I used a beautiful metallic paint but obviously the possibilities are endless)
A paint brush
Ruler
Xacto knife

Tape around any sides that you don’t want glue or paint getting on. Then measure your wallpaper and cut it to size. I didn’t get super precise with this, a little overlap is ok. Once the wallpaper is cut, start spreading on that glue! I stared at the top then moved my way down so the glue wouldn’t get too dry, but if you’re quick with it, you could probably apply the glue in one fell swoop. Make sure you diligently use your squeegee to get air bubbles out. Also press up tightly to the corners and create a crease in the paper (this is why you don’t have to be 100 percent accurate with your measurements). Use your Xacto knife to cut off the excess in the corners. Once you get to the bottom, wrap the paper around to the back side and staple.

When the glue is dry (according to the instructions) go ahead and paint that puppy!

This would also look great in a print. There are so many wonderful wallpapers out there right now.. so go get some! I’m tempted to try this on the back of my booksheves (the part that faces out) so if I do, I’ll be sure to take pictures galore.

Have any of you done something small and simple that made a big change in a piece of furniture? I’d love to hear about it!

Land Ho!

Who you callin’ a ho? (Don’t tell me you didn’t see that one coming)

Last weekend I spent an amazing couple of days at the Oregon coast. It was my good friends 30th birthday and we celebrated by sleeping in, making pancakes, crabbing, drinking wine, and generally being merry. Here are a couple of my favorite pictures from the weekend.

The boys went fishing early Saturday morning. Look at his catch!

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Silence

By Xanthe Berkeley via Flickr

Over the weekend, I moved into a new apartment. This place has everything: a pool, three hot tubs, a washer/dryer, and an actual bedroom! Not to mention it’s even cheaper than my small studio I’ve been living in for the past two years. “She’s hit the jackpot!” you’d say. “She has it all!!” So why do I feel like I’ve given something up to move out to the ‘suburbs’? I was thinking about that the other night, and I guess I just didn’t realize how much I’d turned into a true city dweller.

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