Mi casa es su casa

I've just moved into my own place for the first time- no roommates, no drama. I'm really happy about the room, but need some ideas to make it really special. Maybe I'll get some inspiration at value village tomorrow...

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Una Momento

Stun Gun snapshot style photography from grungegypsy
A few of my favorites:

badass

Fab femme fatale
a photo collection

by Petra Collins and Laura-Lynn Petrick

found via Rags and Scribbles

Love, This Week

Well it's a bit early, but this week has been so jam-packed with goodness that I can't wait two more days to share. Besides, on Wednesday I'm moving! Can you guess whats on the top of my love list?

My new apartment! A gorgeous vintage studio on Capitol Hill with a west facing bay window seat, wood floors and clawfoot tub. Heaven. What else is giving me that happy glow? Upright bass for one thing, it has so much more soul than electric, don't you think?; Those haven't-seen-you-in-seven-months-and-I-missed-the-shit-outta-you hugs that last forever and then you only stop hugging for 10 seconds before wrapping your arms around them again; First Thursday Art Walk in Pioneer Square; Cocktail hour at swank sushi bars (I love you $3 unagi ngiri and sapporo); my new (old) brown Doc Martens, the all occasion shoe of my dreams;

These photos from tigerlace on flickr via amy at all the mountains look so much like my weekend trip through Leavenworth it's scary.

Also see these photos from blogger End of March- breathtaking I tell you

And- Steven Beckly

tickles my fancy

I Do Not Abide

There are few things in life I just cannot accept. I am adaptable, I go with the flow, am easy to please. However, DO NOT sell me banana bread with allspice and food coloring and tell me it's pumpkin. NEVER give me instant coffee without preparing me for murdered taste buds first. And PLEASE don't get offended when I put hot sauce, horseradish or other such condiments on your delicatley boiled or otherwise unimaginative meals. It's not my fault you've never heard of cumin.

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Sultry to Snowy in 7 Days

Reveling this weekend in snowy days, naked trees and steamy drinks. Often by January I am sick and tired of cold, grey days; this year I spent the holidays in sunny Australia, missing out on sledding, hot chocolate and mittens.





My journey over the Cascade Mountains last night was almost magic, I left Seattle and Everett in pouring rain and rush hour to enter the soft silence of snow falling on cedars- literally- across the pass. Now I sit in a Wenatchee coffee shop bundled in scarf and boots, eyeing frosty mountains through the steam off my green tea. Prospects seem to refract off frozen crystals and multiply, glittering enticingly. New job (Creative Director of The Art Alliance), new apartment (soon!) new semester, new boy, new enlightened me. What does the first week of 2010 signify for you?

Photo by Blogger End of March

Love, This Week

To mark my return to planet northside, an honest-to-god blog post bringing you all things wintry fabulous.
I'm loving my new Devendra Banhart Pandora Channel, including Wizard Flurry Home by Mariee Sioux; Cup after cup of black chai or jasmine tea; bookstore browsing and cafe sitting with old lovers; fireplaces on nose nip days; my new copy of Gig Posters Vol. 1; Me: version 2010; magick; 'parking' in dark places like when we were teenagers; the promise of snow; memories of ConFest; anticipating 12 rolls of film being processed; bear hugs; being reunited with boxes of much loved books and records; looking forward to a day on the slopes; Jack White/It Might Get Loud; Led Zeppelin, as always; and the knowledge of love.
Oh yeah, and Jose Gonzales.

Illegal Smile

When I woke up this morning, things were looking bad
It seemed like total silence was the only friend I had
A bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down and won
And it was 12 o'clock before I realized I was having no fun
Ah, but fortunately, I have the key to escape reality.

And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile
It don't cost very much, but it lasts a long while
Won't you please tell the man I didn't kill anyone
No I'm just tryin' to have me some fun

Last time I checked my bankroll, it was gettin' thin
Sometimes it seems like the bottom is the only place I've been
I chased a rainbow down a one-way street, dead end,
And all my friends turned out to be insurance salesmen
Ah, but fortunately, I have the key to escape reality.

I went into my closet with all my overalls
Tryin' to get away from all the ears inside my walls.
Suppose the police heard everything I thought: What then?
Well, I went to court and the judge's name was Hoffman
Ah, but fortunately, I have the key to escape reality.

John Prine

Gypsy Eyes

Dusty carnival sounds

Tombstone Blues

Jezebel the nun she violently knits