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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Violet

2011-12-19T21:26:00.000-08:00

I am feeling the Christmas spirit this year. Christmas isn’t necessarily my favorite holiday, some people, like Orange who used to grace these pages, spend all year looking forward to it and will play carols in July. Me, personally, my favorite holidays are the Fourth of July, Halloween and, of course, Thanksgiving.

But this year, I’m feeling the joy. I’m singing carols, baking and shopping all with a spring in my step. Maybe it’s because I helped Save Thanksgiving. Maybe it’s because JP and I are hosting Christmas at our place in Seattle this year. Whatever the case, I have visions of sugar plums dancing in my head and I don’t even know what those are.

Building on the festive feeling, JP and I hosted a holiday get-together. As friends from all parts of our lives arrived to eat, drink and be merry, I was struck by a familiar feeling. It was a feeling of thanksgiving. I was once again reminded at how good life can be. That in the darkest time of the year so many other things can shine bright.

Here are just a sample of the wonderfully hilarious photos from the photobooth JP set up at the party.

I hope that you and yours are enjoying the season as much as I am.

Violet in Steve Madden Traisie black pumps

Yeah, it's about Bras by violet

2011-12-14T21:02:00.000-08:00

I had some trouble writing this post. Talking about your underwear in public (even with a small group of people) is pretty intimate, especially when some in the crowd are male, relatives and coworkers. But the story I want to tell you has me feeling empowered, so this is a post about bras, but not the sexy hot kind. This is about the logistics and tactics, not style and execution. If thought of hearing about my bra makes you uncomfortable then go ahead and skip this one. I won’t be mad at you.

JP had found a deal for a fitting and a store credit on Gilt Group for Bellefluer Lingerie in Fremont. Truth be told, I didn’t think very much about my bra size. I’ve been wearing the same size since high school. While I wasn’t ever dazzled by the effects it didn’t feel like a huge issue. Sure it felt like no matter which t-shirt bra or full-coverage style I tried you could still see the line of the top of the cup through my shirt. And I used to get frustrated at movies where the heroine would take off her white oxford shirt to reveal a black lace bra that never seemed to show through. I just thought these were problems all women had.

Now, I had been “fit” a few years ago at the dominate lingerie chain store but really they just told me to keep wearing the size I had been wearing. I’ve had friends who have worked on get fit campaigns. I watched Oprah. But it just didn’t seem like something I needed to worry about.

Then the gal at Bellefluer had me try on a completely different size (in case you are curious it was a larger cup, smaller band). Something just clicked over in my head and I was like, oh yeah, that’s what this is supposed to feel like. I’ve learned that the vast majority of the support should come from the band and not your straps. Ladies if you are living in strap-support land, get out now. I’m telling you.

Since taking advantage of the store credit it’s been like a whole new world. I can wear almost any of the new bras under almost anything without them showing through the top. I’m learning about how to care for my fancy new goods, all with a whole new appreciation for what goes under my clothes. Thank you Bellefluer.

Violet in Born Waverly Sauor Full Grain

5 Years by Violet

2011-12-07T21:49:00.001-08:00

It’s a little hard to believe but JP and I have been together for five years.

Since this is going to be our last dating anniversary that we will celebrate before we get married in June, we thought we’d do it up a little bit. So we made reservations at a fancy restaurant, booked a hotel room downtown and decided to make a day out of it.

That morning we woke up early and headed up to Fremont where we tried a coffee shop recommended by a coworker of JP’s and then did a little bit of shopping. Since we finished up around 11:45 we thought we’d see what Paseo looked like. As we did a drive by there were only a couple people in line so JP threw me out of the car with some cash and yelled, order me a Midnight Cuban. The deal is the line at Paseo can get out of control, so when you see it with only a few people you can’t even wait to find a parking spot. It’s a good thing that JP acted fast because right after me, the line started to snake down the street.

Now, I’ve heard a lot about this mythical sandwich place and when you hear as much about a place, it becomes a challenge to meet those expectations. But Paseo is one of those places that live up to the hype. Seriously one of the best sandwiches I have ever had.

After lunch we went over to Crate & Barrel to try and fill out our registry and actually made some really good progress.

We then checked into Hotel 1000 and of course enjoyed the complementary glass of champagne during check in. Our hotel room was pretty sweet - felt like a high roller.

Since it was a special occasion I thought I would really do it up and get my hair and makeup done for the evening as well. So I braved the rainy weather for my appointment at Swink. I was really pleased with the results. I do a little beauty pageant in the photos but my hair fell a little bit over the night. I also liked the shade of red lipstick so much I ended up buying it.

We were in a little bit of a pickle since Oregon was playing Stanford in a matchup of the PAC 12 titans that night. JP being the understanding future husband that he is understood my desire to watch at least the vast majority of the game. So we watched the first half in our room while we got ready. Then took advantage of the free drink from the hotel in the bar while watching the 3rd quarter. Luckily my beloved Ducks had the game firmly in hand by the time we left for our 8:30 dinner reservations.

Dinner at RN74 including many highlights. But I think the best part was the beignets with salted caramel butterscotch. It’s a great place for a romantic dinner with your significant other.

Now here’s where I get sappy. JP, it’s been an amazing five years filled with all kinds of adventure. I can’t wait to marry you.

Working from Home by Violet

2011-11-08T17:26:00.000-08:00

My company’s offices in Bellevue are currently being remodeled. And I am without an office. I have a temporary and shared space in the office two days a week but the other three days a week I’m on my own working from home until February.

In the interest of full disclosure, I’ve never been very good a working from home. There’s something about being at the office that keeps me honest. And I find the presence of my TV, refrigerator and bed incredibly distracting.

Since I’m going to be working for home for quite a long stretch, I thought I better figure out some ways to help me be more productive. Here’s my plan of attack:

Go to the Gym
I’ve been on the morning workout train for the last few weeks now and I want to keep the momentum going. I’m going to keep getting up early and get the gym time in before I start the work day. Get my day started in a healthy and energizing way. This will help me not be tempted to cut out early to hit the gym at the end of the day.

Get Ready
It’s very tempting to stay in my pjs all day. Putting on a pair of pants really helps put me in business mode. I’m less likely to lay around on the couch all day if I actually went to the trouble of putting make up on.

No TV
My addiction to TV is BAD. If I even turn it on to watch the Today show in the morning, my whole day is shot. By resisting the urge in the morning, I can get a lot more done.

A Space to Work
I’ve taken over JP’s office for the next few months, he's being really nice about the whole thing. Having a space, away from the TV, removes some (not all) of the distractions.

So far, I’ve had two days working from home and I would say it’s just going OK. While the tricks I really help in the morning the afternoons seem to be when the distractions come in – laundry, errands, starting dinner. It also doesn’t help that I’m trying to start a movement to Save Thanksgiving.
Does anyone have any working from home advice? Help me get more productive?

Violet in UGG Cozy Knit slippers (What? I said I would put pants and makeup on but shoes?)

Save Thanksgiving by Violet

2011-11-04T12:03:00.000-07:00

I’m starting a movement to save Thanksgiving.

I should clarify, Thanksgiving isn’t in any real danger, it is still on the calendar. As many people have bemoaned (and I am one of them), Christmas seems to start earlier and earlier every year. In fact this year, people starting talking Christmas the day after Halloween. The. Day. After.

I see that as an affront to one of the greatest holidays there is - Thanksgiving. There are many reasons why I think this is a great holiday; here are just some of the reasons why.

The Concept
It is a day to give thanks. It’s a time to stop and recognize all the wonderful things we have in our lives. A day to count your blessings. A day to be around friends and family and say, you have made my life better. Not with an extravagant gift but with the simple act of sharing a meal together.

The Execution
Thanksgiving is all about the food, in a tradition as old as the campfire, we gather those we love around us and break bread together. Every family does it a little bit differently but the general ingredients are there, a turkey and all the trimmings. I have yet to meet a person who isn’t psyched about a Thanksgiving meal.

The Stress Level
As holidays go, Thanksgiving is pretty low pressure. Sure you have to cook a big meal and there’s likely some travel involved but really on the scale of things that’s not so bad. There are no crowds to fight at the mall. No stress about a long list of people to buy gifts for, no serious wallop to your bank account. Sure there might be some fear of messing up the turkey but in comparison to Christmas that’s nothing.

Non-Denominational
Thanksgiving is a holiday free from religion. Religious holiday are great but then tend to come with baggage. It sure makes it easier to celebrate when you can invite everyone to the table. Everyone can get behind giving thanks, eating a giant meal and taking a nap. If you can’t then, clearly something is wrong with you.

My point it, Thanksgiving is a great holiday. And I think it’s getting the shaft. Christmas is sucking up all the oxygen. At a time when budgets are tight and people are on the streets protesting corporate greed, I can’t think of anything better thing to do than gather those you love around you, share a meal and give thanks for what you do have.

In order to save Thanksgiving, I’m not paying Christmas any attention until November 25. For the next month, I’m going to talk about how excited I am for turkey, football and spending time with my family. And not about shopping malls, deals, Santa Clause or any such thing.

I encourage all of you to do the same. Give Thanksgiving the due it deserves. Take a few weeks to pause before life gets hectic and give thanks for the blessings in your life. And for Pete’s sake, #SaveThanksgiving.

Violet in Born Waverly Sauor Full Grain

Goodbye to a Seattle Landmark by Violet

2011-11-01T21:40:00.000-07:00

Seattle is losing a landmark - the Alaskan Way Viaduct is coming down. We are at the beginning of the process of replacing this aging and ugly elevated highway with the best view in town. Here in Seattle it’s been an epic battle over how to replace it, multiple votes, council meetings and court cases. No one really seems to agree on anything other than it need to be replaced. But we are forging ahead with a deep-bore tunnel which means that we are saying goodbye to the old girl.

Demo getting started

The first day it closed the city let people walk on it without traffic before tearing it down. Since this is a roadway that JP and I take just about every day it seemed like something we needed to check out.

In classic Seattle style, it was raining pretty hard for the Viaduct’s last day. It was pretty easy to spot where to go since there were more than a few other people who wanted to say their goodbyes as well.

We trucked up on the onramp and got as close as we could to the big machinery already starting demo.

I have to say it was a pretty neat experience to walk on a roadway that I have driven too many times to count. It’s a way different view.

Even though the Viaduct is pretty ugly it was hard not to get a little bit nostalgic for the thing. It has clearly found its way into the hearts of a great many Seattleites.

I was especially grateful to the city for allowing us the opportunity to give the Viaduct a walking goodbye. And, the best part, the opportunity to take a little piece of it home.

JP with his piece to take home

Violet in Saucony Jazz - Red/White

I wish I was here by Violet

2011-10-28T17:29:00.000-07:00

Becuase it really is one of my favorite places on Earth. And just look at how happy it makes me

Violet in Oregon rain boots

Chocolopolis by Violet

2011-10-25T17:37:00.000-07:00

As I have noted there are certain parts of my job that don’t suck. I encountered one of those moments when my lovely and talented friend/coworker Meg invited me to a chocolate tasting at Chocolopolis. I didn’t have to think about that one for too long.

Chocolopolis is an adorable store on the top of Queen Anne Hill. They offer tons of different kinds of artisan chocolate from all over the world and add some of their own special creation as well.

Too cute, right?

In preparation for the holidays they invite some of us corporate types in to taste some of their chocolate.

I arrived a little bit early - probably because I could barely contain my excitement about this event. This actually turned out to be a blessing. Because I found this great book about some French woman who became a chocolatier (I would give you a link to the book but I’ve completely forgotten the title and a Google search proved fruitless). But there was an entire chapter on tasting chocolate – tips and how to approach it. This proved valuable as we went into the chocolate tasting.

Lauren, the owner, ran us through an extensive chocolate tasting that spread over all the bean producing regions. It was incredibly interesting to taste chocolate like you would wine. Really focus on the experience rather than shoving down your face as fast as humanly possible (I don’t do that. I don’t know what you are talking about).

I learned that while I love dark chocolate, I don’t love 100% cocoa which they have in the store and is one of their most popular bars. I also learned of the existence of one of the most delicious drinks I have ever encountered – the peanut butter hot chocolate. It pretty much tastes like a melted peanut butter cup. I’m going back for another one of those soon.

Seriously. It's freaking awesome.

If you are looking to get your chocolate fix or a unique gift, I highly recommend checking this place out. Tell Lauren and the crew I said hello.

Violet in Frye Campus 14L boots in Saddle Montana

We tried to get breakfast by violet

2011-10-13T13:09:00.000-07:00

We tried to get breakfast last Sunday morning. JP and I used to go out to breakfast a lot more than we do now. We used to gather large groups of people after crazy nights out drinking. We used to start our explorations of different neighborhoods with the breakfast joint. But for whatever reason we haven’t been going to breakfast out as much. Blame it on trying to be healthy, blame it on not going drinking as out as much.

So Sunday morning we attempted to get breakfast a Skillet. Skillet and I met before at the Mobile Chow Down a few years back. They recently opened up a non-portable location in Capitol Hill this Spring. We’ve been meaning to check it out but the place is always packed.

Now at 11:00 am on a Sunday morning with grumbling stomachs it seemed like risky business trying to get in. We were told the wait would be a half an hour which didn’t seem terrible, especially considering it wasn’t raining outside.

Plus it gave us time to people watch. I’m currently putting the pieces together to replicate this girl’s look. So far, I have the shoes.

The wait turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Because at 11:30 it is socially expectable to order lunch. It wasn’t that the breakfast didn’t look good, corn cakes, pork belly, hash and waffles all looked tempting. It’s just that the burger with the bacon jam was just sitting there on the lunch side of the menu, calling out to me.

JP apparently heard the siren’s call as well because he went for lunch as well – the fried chicken sandwich with a side of poutine. It was enough gray and fries to probably kill a lesser person.

I hope the person who invited this is living a happy life in Canada for wherever this craziness came from because it is decadence at its best.

And while we didn’t accomplish our goal of getting breakfast, we certainly stuffed ourselves full of deliciousness which really, isn’t that the point of breakfast anyway?

Violet in Frye Campus 14L boots in Saddle Montana

Unexpected Moments by violet

2011-10-11T22:00:00.000-07:00

Obviously since getting engaged, I’ve started to look at weddings a little bit differently. After making a few decisions about our own wedding, JP and I attended two wedding on back to back weekends last month. Something struck me about these weddings. As a guest, my favorite moments from each wedding were unplanned and unexpected.

Lauren (along with Erin who got married last summer) is one of my oldest friends. We grew up two doors down from each other. We used to play dress up in her driveway and swim in her pool. We were once matching ballerinas for Halloween. We lost Lauren’s mom to ALS when we were in high school. And clearly a wedding is a time when many of us were thinking about Anita.

Isn't she a stunner?

At Lauren’s wedding, her dad, Tom, gave an incredibly touching and moving toast. Not only did it honor Lauren’s mom but it also celebrated Lauren and her new husband Rob is such a joyful way. There was not a dry eye in the house and it’s the only time I’ve ever seen anyone get a standing ovation from a wedding toast.

Father of the Bride is in the middle (that's my pops on the right)

Now, Sarah is a friend of JP’s from college. her and Danny had a large wedding packed with a lot of their friends. As the night wore on these friends found their way to the dance floor and right about the height of the dance party, the DJ sent the crowd into a frenzy with Regulators. I should tell you most of these kids were not straight out of Compton but clearly many of us had grown up respecting the high art of gangster rap. Which is how a group of 20-30 of us ended up on the dance floor SCREAMING all the words along with Nate Dog and Warren G.

It was a clear black night...

It was the highlight of wedding.

...2-1-3 will regulate

Lauren couldn’t have known what her dad was going to say. I don’t think Sarah told the DJ to play Regulators. These things just happened. Plenty of time and effort went into other, amazing parts of these events. All of which were appreciated and helped make them wonderful. But what made them unique and what I’m going to remember years from now are things neither bride had any control over.

It’s a good reminder as JP and I start jumping back into wedding planning. Make thoughtful decisions and make it your own but also allow the space for the unexpected to happen. Much like life.

I just had to include Lauren and Rob's cake. Too cute right?

Violet in Jessica Simpson "Jessica" pump in ivory patent

Fall TV

2011-10-03T20:29:00.000-07:00

Since I am a self-professed TV addict who has recently cut cable, I thought now would be as good a time as any to give you my first impressions of some of new shows this fall.

Whitney. I wanted to like this show. A comedy written by and starring a woman, that should be a train I could get on. But it disappoints on all fronts. The relationship jokes feel tired. Men and women want different things, so that’s funny! I don’t really expect a character drawn like Whitney’s – supposedly unconventional and unwilling to conform - to care about half the stuff the address. I turned it off half way through the second episode. I. Turned. It. Off. My verdict: Don’t waste your time. Instead watch her much more promising writing vehicle…

Two Broke Girls. While it might not be totally consistent, the cupcake business plot line seems trite at this point (isn’t that what New York needs, another cupcake business) and I’m not sure how they are going to pull a whole series out of the theme, at least it feel fresh and funny. Kat Dennings is all around pretty awesome. My verdict: Giving it a few more episodes.

Playboy Club. Note to Eddie Cibrian, you are dashing, good looking and man, can you wear a suit. But STOP talking like you are Don Draper. You’re not. And the Playboy Club is certainly no Mad Men. My verdict: Might watch one more but not banking on it.

Pan Am. Another show guilty of grasping at the Mad Men straws but at least this felt like more of a fresh angle than the Playboy Club. Think there’s more potential here. Really I think I just want one of those sweet vintage Pan Am bags. My verdict: Giving it a few more episodes

The New Girl. Zoey Deschanel is the cutest, most whimsical thing you have ever seen! She’s manic pixie dream girl incarnate! She wears funny hats! She sings! She knits hats! Which would all be super annoying if it wasn’t devastatingly true and utterly charming. It’s also pretty funny when she bounces off the male roommates, who are much more grounded in reality. My verdict: Giving it the season.

Up All Night. I’m not a new parent but I certainly feel like I can related to what the characters on Up All Night are going through. Will Arnett can read the phone book for all I care. And I thought last week’s back story on Maya Rudolph’s character was hilarious, complete with 90s R&B video and everything. My verdict: Giving it the season.

Old Shows I Can Hardly Contain My Excitement About

How I Met Your Mother
Happy Endings – This is my new Friday Night Lights and The Wire. I’m telling everyone I know to watch this show. Other than Modern Family and HIMYM, it’s the most consistent in terms of LOLs per episode. Plus it’s on right after Modern Family, so just don’t change the station. Ah-MAH-zing.
Modern Family
Community
Parks & Recreation
The League
Parenthood

Violet in Jessica Simpson Cody, brown, leather flats with brass toe buckle

City by the Bay

2011-09-29T21:09:00.000-07:00

We bookended our recent trip to northern California with two weddings, but I’m going to give you the middle. Not because the weddings weren't beautiful and a ton of fun because they both were. Because it was all too much for one post so I had to divvy it up somehow and this way seemed to make sense.

So without further ado I give you the highlights from our trip to San Francisco.

- Filbert Steps down from Coit Tower. If I had what I’m sure would need to be a whole lot of money, I’d want to live there.

Though I’m still sore form the climb.

- Hayes Valley. Actually now that I mention it, I could live there too. Cute shops, restaurants and bars.

- Fatted Calf. Pork Happy Hour on Wednesday night, they break down a pig in front of you and you can take cuts home with you.

- Our bike tour of Napa

- Delicious burgers Gott’s Roadside

- The Oxbow Market getting supplies for a bread and cheese picnice to go with our Napa wine

- Mexican food in the Mission

- Drinks at Clift Hotel’s Redwood Room

- The Ferry Building: Blue Bottle Coffee, Il Cane Rosso plus the Tacolicious and Namu trucks

(Have you noticed how happy I look in all these food pictures? Yeah, there's a trend.)

- So. Much. Coffee.

- A truly decadent lunch at Wayfare Tavern (thanks to Nicki and Chris)

- Finding Joe the perfect Giants hat our last night in town

As usual the City by the Bay didn’t disappoint. Can’t wait to get back, there’s already a growing list of what we didn’t see. Or eat.

Violet in Sperry Top Siders

More Loving Memories

2011-09-29T16:54:00.000-07:00

Two years ago, I lost a good friend of mine. The world lost an amazing person. She would have been 30. Would have been.
What I’ve noticed is that over time, I feel Hannah’s absence more acutely. Every once in a while I will get the urge to call her, tell her something funny and just catch up on life. When this happens, I lose her all over again.

Instead I dip into my suitcase full of memories – jumping on our dorm room beds signing Rascal Flats at the top of our lungs, her giving me a ride home from my 21st birthday dinner and long phone conversations. And then I daydream about what she might be doing now or what she might say or what advice she would give me. It’s imperfect but it’s all I’ve got. And for those of us who have lost those that we love, it’s all any of us have.

The one thing I know for sure, Hannah would tell me to cheer up, be grateful for my life and enjoy it. So my darling, I will do just that.

Violet in Born Adele flats

Oh, hello. by violet

2011-09-22T16:35:00.000-07:00

Yes, clearly there have been gaps in my blogging. But this last time I have a reason. JP and I went on a vacation. Sandwiched between two weddings, we spent the week in San Francisco.

Don’t worry I’ll tell you all about every detail but for now I just want to say hi. I’m alive.

Pasta Paradise by violet

2011-08-30T18:23:00.000-07:00

Every once in a while, you get a dining out experience so great from start to finish that you can’t keep it to yourself. So apologies to my friends and family who have already heard about Spinasse but you get to hear all about it again.

After doing some research and a strong recommendation from Shelby and Nick, I decided on Spinasse for my most recent birthday dinner. JP called the Monday before we wanted to go on Friday and they informed him that they could get us in at either 5:15 or 10:15. The hostess did inform us that they reserved some tables for walk-ins and we might get lucky.

Since we had a wonderfully day of kayaking, shopping and drinks with friends we took out time getting over to the restaurant and arrive about 9:45. Even at that late hour the small dining room was still bustling. The space feels little bit like you have been invited to the coolest dinner party ever. The dining room feels like what a welcoming, hip, food-lover's dream.

The hostess told us it would probably be 20 minutes and we could wait at the connected bar, Artusi. The bar in it of itself is a gem. A great relaxed vibe, there weren’t too many people there considering that it was a Friday night and Capitol Hill is always looking for a good place to get a drink. Fellas, if you are looking for a place to take your lady for a drink – I highly recommend it.

Our bartender was friendly and easily chatted. He was incredibly knowledgeable with both us and other patrons at the bar – suggesting drinks, talking about alcohols, etc. We order drinks and bread and cheese to tide us over.

Our bartender soon informed us our table was ready while handing us the bill for the drinks. This is one of those seamless service things that continued throughout the night. No strange exchange with the hostess. The staff all worked together to make our experience awesome.

The hostess (who knew exactly who we were when we walked up) sat us at the small bar with a view into the kitchen which turned out to be a great way to see a busy staff at work.

Our server was amazing from the start. I’m not sure we ever got his name but he was a bald hipster guy with glasses. He was funny, charming and attentive, without being overbearing. He made great recommendations for a half bottle of wine which didn’t break the bank. When the girls next to us asked with the rabbit meatball smelled like, he said “heaven.”

We ordered those heavenly rabbit meatballs along with a salad, ravioli and the duck ragu pasta special. The rabbit meatballs served with polenta were the highlight but everything was delicious. It was exactly what you want from Italian food, house-made pasta with sauces cooked slowly and with care.

As the night wore on we got to see the staff eat dinner in the kitchen, which also looked amazing. Our server’s girlfriend showed up and ate at the bar. We got to talking with them about restaurants in Vancouver BC. We felt pretty cool for being able to say that we had been to Vig’s.

I walked away from the night thinking that if Spinasse was a person I’d marry it. Laugh, I know, but it was a place that you could tell was built with love - open, charming, unpretentious, yet still excellent and uncompromising. Wait…maybe I am marrying Spinasse.

Thank you to my lovely fiancé for the wonderful birthday. And thanks to Spinasse for the wonderful dinner.

Violet in Steve Madden Tuscaan

Tosh.O by violet

2011-08-16T17:17:00.000-07:00

Last night, JP and I went to see the comedy styling’s of Daniel Tosh. The live show, much like his Comedy Central show Tosh.O, was hilarious.

Recommending that you watch it is a bit of a different story. The premise of the show is easy enough; it’s like Talk Soup but for the intranet. Then you get to the host. Daniel Tosh is the most perverted and offensive person that you have ever encountered. His humor is racist, sexist, classist and just about every other ist that you could possibly think of.

Also, he’s hilarious(ist). I honestly don’t know how he does it but jokes that I should find morally repugnant are belly-laugh inducing in his hands.

I have trouble telling anyone I know to watch him or his show. It’s a bit like telling people that they should watch It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia or Wilfred. These are dark, twisted, messed-up shows. Shows that I’m pretty sure your average person should find reprehensible but I somehow love.

But I enjoy them, and I'm going stand by that. I mean who doesn't love flip flip flipadelphia?

I guess what I’m saying is, watch Tosh.O (and Sunny and Wilfred) but don't say I didn't warn you.

Violet in Jessica Simpson Cody

On being a host by violet

2011-08-05T16:43:00.000-07:00

For the last two weekends JP and I have hosted two different sets of college friends. I truly love that our place affords us the room to accommodate guests. I love having people over and houseguests are like a party all the time.

Having been a houseguest at Stacy and Ray’s many times and always feeling incredibly welcomed, I’ve tried to learn what makes a good host. There’s still a lot to learn but a few things I’ve picked up from them along the way.

Always have food and snacks around. There’s nothing worse than guests going hungry or thirsty for that matter. Think about the eating habits of the guests too. Vegetarian? Pick up some soy sausage or have options. Setting snacks out is also a good idea because sometimes people are afraid to ask.

Have a plan but be flexible. There’s nothing worse than a two hour conversation of, what do you want to do? I don’t know what you want to do. A couple of suggestions or even just having a movie to watch can go a long way. On the flip side, often times though your guests may have other plans or people to see. Chill out and go with the flow.

Don’t be afraid to stay in. Remember that these people came to see you. If you take them to the latest hot spot bar where you can’t hear the person next to you talk, it defeats the purpose. Sometimes hanging out at your own house and making dinner is more fun anyway.

We tried our best to out these into action over the past weekends. While I can’t speak for everyone else, I had a really great time both weekends. So at least we did something right.

You'll never go thirsty at our hour - Ray and Eric

BBQ with special guest Barley

Nicki and Naomi

Nicki and Sam are Ah-Mazing at Rap Star

We squeezed like four more people in at the table

JP enjoying a brew in the sun

Oh, and to all of our houseguests, you all are welcome back anytime!

Violet in Seychelles gold flats

Summer in Seattle by Violet

2011-07-31T14:29:00.000-07:00

After a long wait it seems that summer is finally here in Seattle. And that means movies out at Red Hook on Thursday nights.

Our first movie was Predator. I don’t know if it was the previously crummy weather or the prospect of watching Arnold Schwarzenegger but the movie was sparsely attended. Which was fine with me because it meant good seats and short beer lines.

I’ll be back in a few weeks for The Fighter followed by Blues Brothers. Here’s to summer Seattle traditions.

Violet in Steve Madden Tuscaan

Cutting the Cord by violet

2011-07-25T20:28:00.000-07:00

We cut cable. Well, not totally. We still get the basics but Bravo, MTV, TLC, ESPN, Comedy Central, et all no longer come beaming into our house with the push of a button.

We do have Netflix with streaming and a Hulu Plus account, so I can still watch most of my favorites.

If you know me, you know that this is a pretty BIG deal. I love TV, probably too much. There’s always something wonderful or horrible, horribly wonderful or wonderfully horrible. At any given time, I have a multiple TV shows that I consider appointment viewing.

So then, why would I cut cable? Well, my attachment is too much. When your life revolves around the TV Guide it might be time to reevaluate your priorities.

Plus, even with the Netflix account and the Hulu Plus, we save $100 a month. And still get to see just about every show that we would normally watch. With unexpectedly buying a car, we’ve been looking for ways to pinch pennies and that adds up fast.

How’s it going so far? So far, so good.

I would say we haven’t watched that much less TV just TV we care more about. Something happens when you have to consciously pick a show, rather than just finding a Seinfeld rerun to have on while we cook dinner.

Also, it’s summer - lots of show are on hiatus and Duck football hasn’t started (40 days!). Once we get into the fall this might be a whole lot harder.

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Victory by violet

2011-07-22T16:15:00.001-07:00

Black Holes. by violet

2011-07-18T17:56:00.000-07:00

There are certain planning events in adulthood that I’m discovering are black holes. Events that happen in many people’s lives that seem to take over every waking thought - buying a house, having a baby.

I quickly discovered that planning a wedding is going to be much the same way. However, at more than a year out that is going to come and go in waves until it gets a bit closer.

Then I, myself, came face to face with another black hole - buying a car. That’s where I’ve been these last weeks, at dealership after dealership talking to sales person after sales person. Scouring autotrader.com and Kelly Blue Book and taking advice from just about every person I know.

My head is spinning with information – miles per gallon, air bags, cup holders, 1.8 liter, 2.4 liter, cost of ownership, front wheel drive, sport shifter, ABS, ESC, hatchback it’s enough to make you go cross-eyed.

JP and I have been out there test driving cars for two weeks now. And while we are a little bit closer to picking a car, it’s hard not to feel discouraged, overwhelmed and stressed out by the whole thing.

The whole test driving thing is all well and good until you try and leave the lot. They just keep talking and telling you all kinds of things to keep you there, what can I do to earn your business? I’ll work with you on price. Have you met my finance guy? Let me show you another car.

Sir, we told you up front that we were not going to buy a car today. I would love it if you could work with me on price, if you could get that totally awesome car that’s thousands upon thousands over our budget into our range, I would buy it. But you are not so stop acting like it. Second, we told we are not financing the car so why would we need to meet your finance guy? We don’t. And please for the love of god, don’t show me another car. I’m tired; I haven’t eaten in hours and it’s simultaneously raining and a hot in your parking lot. I’d really just like to leave now. No, I don’t want a Kia.

I’m not faulting these guys for trying to earn a living. No shame in the game. But I have to tell you, the people we are most likely to work after visiting quite a number of places now, did not try and spin us that way.

I knew that this was going to be a tough process but I think I under estimated just how much. What I am learning is a life lesson that I seem to keep learning over and over again. That the first and hardest part is figuring out what you want. Then after that you fight like hell to get.

Because that’s the thing they don’t tell you about black holes in science class, the only way out is through.

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I Had Plan. By Violet

2011-07-07T12:59:00.000-07:00

I was here. And I told you all that I was going to be back. That I was getting back on my regularly scheduled programming. The bacon bourbon popcorn was a hit. I was planning blog posts and even had a couple written and ready to go. And then, life as it so often does, threw me a curve ball.

On a lovely Thursday afternoon after doing some shopping at the Queen Anne Dispatch and picking up some salmon to cook for dinner, I got into a car accident - more than a fender bender. It was upsetting, jarring and really unnerving.

The good news is that I and the other people involved all walked away with only a few bruises and rattled nerves to show for it.

The bad news is that neither of our cars fared so well. Both had to be towed away from the scene and while I can’t speak for the other car, mine has been assessed as a total.

I will also say this, is that EVERYONE who I have some in contact with as a result of this has been unreasonable nice. The guys in the other car were so kind, when they could have come out, yelling screaming and throwing fists.

The firefighter reassured me through my tears that accidents happen and everyone was ok. The police officers who patiently asked me questions and called the tow truck for me because I was to shaken up to really communicate.

The tow truck driver told me that he got in almost the same kind of accident earlier that week which did make me feel a little better that it could happen to a professional.

My amazing and wonderful fiancé who collected me from a sad street corner, drove me home, got me pizza (since the salmon was ruined) and took care of me.

My parents who assured me that it was all going to be ok.

Work was understanding when I couldn’t make it into work the next day.

The insurance company (yeah, I know) who have kept me updated and even rearranged things so I could sign paper work before we left for the long weekend.

In all, it is a startling reminder of the goodness of people. That when you are low there are others there to pick you up.

Clearly, losing a car isn’t the end of the world, the important thing is that everyone is ok. And I’m trying to keep it all in perspective.

In the meantime, I’m spending the weekend car shopping. Wish me luck!

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By popular demand. by violet

2011-06-19T22:16:00.000-07:00

Seems like quite a few people were intrigued by the notion of bacon bourbon popcorn. And I have to tell you when I first came across it, so was I.

JP and are I trying to get a tradition of hosting a Kentucky Derby party. It seems like such a charming idea, get dressed up, wear a big hat and drink mint juleps. Well those juleps are pretty powerful drinks and so I knew we needed to feed people.

While I was searching for traditional Derby treats, I came across an article that mentioned bacon bourbon caramel corn. This particular place kept their recipe a secret but folks this is the age of the internet and there aren’t really secret recipes anymore.

A quick Google search revealed that many bloggers had covered this territory and were MORE than happy to share. I found one that was a lot like my favorite caramel corn recipe from Organette so I went with that. Because I had practice with it but also because I knew it would be delicious. Basically, the only changes to it are to add fry up the bacon, crumble it up and throw it into the bowl with the popcorn. Then add bourbon to the caramel sauce.

Ingredients

3-5 strips bacon
3 Tablespoons canola, peanut, or grapeseed oil (high smoke point oil)
1/3 cup of high quality popcorn kernels
1 3-quart covered saucepan
1/2 cup real butter
1 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cup maple syrup (or light corn syrup)
1 to 2 Tablespoon bourbon
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. baking soda

Instruction

- Cook the bacon until crispy, place on paper towels to remove grease, cool.

- Heat the oil in a 3-quart saucepan on medium high heat.

- Add the popcorn kernels into the oil.

- When one kernel pops, cover

- The popcorn should begin popping soon. Once the popping slows to several seconds between pops, remove the pan from the heat, remove the lid, and dump the popcorn immediately into a wide bowl.

- Crumble bacon. Add bacon to popcorn and toss.

- Heat oven to 250 degrees.

- Bring butter, brown sugar, and corn syrup to a boil, stirring constantly.

- Reduce heat and boil for 5 minutes; remove from heat.

- Stir in bourbon, vanilla, salt, and baking soda and mix.

- Pour over popped corn and bacon.

- Spread coated popcorn into (2) 11" X 9" X 2" baking pans.

- Bake in a 250 degree oven for 1 hour, stirring every 15 minutes.

- Cool for 1 hour, then break up before storing.

One thing that Orangette reminded me to do which I forgot was to take out the un-popped kernels of the popcorn. I had to pick them out while the mixture was cooling and that was a whole lot of work.

Now, if you look at the ingredient list, you know that this is going to taste delicious. It’s pretty much a given. But until you actual taste it you aren’t quite prepared for how everything comes together. Caramel corn is great in the first place because of the salty sweet combination adding the bacon and bourbon just ups that by a factor of two. If you happen to eat it while wearing a summer dress and large straw hat then that just makes the experience all the better.

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A fresh start. by violet

2011-06-06T16:37:00.000-07:00

I’m a procrastinator. Of the worst kind. It seems like I can’t seem to find the motivation unless it has to be done RIGHT NOW. My taxes? April 14th every year.

I can probably count the number of times in which I worked ahead on projects. One was this class in college that was referred to as “Info Hell” by pretty much the entire Journalism School. I had an entire term to write a heavily-researched and well-documented research paper about a public policy issue. Armed with the fear of this class and the knowledge of my procrastinating ways, I created a weekly schedule for the whole term. I turned in my paper two days (two FULL days) early and got an A on both the paper and in the class.

You’d think that would have taught me a lesson. You’d think something would have clicked in my brain and said, hey, this working ahead thing really pays off. Not so much.

So what does this have to do with anything?

I’ve been procrastinating blogging. I’ve been putting it off. There are no deadlines here. No one yells at me or sends me “friendly” reminder e-mails. It’s just the seven of you. Which I’m afraid has now likely dwindled down to way less than that.

It’s not that I haven’t been doing fun things; just this past weekend JP and I explored the Arboretum or our day drinking adventure the weekend before. There has been delicious food – dinner at La Spiga and I didn’t even tell you about the bacon Bourbon caramel popcorn I made for the Derby (yes, and it was amazing). I’ve been to two Barre classes and starting seeing a personal trainer. Things have happened. I just put off writing about them.

So today, I start fresh. It’s the beginning of a new term and I have a plan.

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In New York. by violet

2011-05-10T21:27:00.000-07:00

I often find that my Netflix queue is full of documentaries. I often feel the draw of movies that tell true stories and expose me to worlds I never knew existed.

A few weeks ago, JP found the documentary Bill Cunningham New York about the New York Times photographer who takes photos for the On the Street section.

Since JP is into photographer and I’m into fashion we decided to make a little date out of it with a stop off at Marination Mobile’s new brick and mortar restaurant.

I started out the evening with one of their delicious SPAM sliders, I should have know it was going to be a good night. Seriously. A SPAM slider.

But the night was all about the movie. At the tiny Harvard exit theatre the crowd seemed to be Corning Arts College students, retired couples, fashionista hipster with JP and me.

The movie was everything a good documentary should be. It told the story of a man, whom I didn’t know much about walking into, transporting me into a compelling, heart-warming and touching world.

Bill is utterly charming, often hilarious and draws you into to what he has done for decades. This is a man who has lived his life with such integrity and passion that you cannot help but be inspired.

I don’t want to give away too much about the movie because I’m going to tell you to run not walk to the theatre nearest you to see this movie. It will absolutely melt your heart.

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A Little Slice of Heaven. by violet

2011-04-21T13:13:00.000-07:00

There is a place in West Seattle, a Mecca to all baked goods. A small shop that is dedicated to the art of making things from scratch.

Bakery Nouveau is tucked into the main drag of the Alaska Junction, it' small store front would be easy to walk by if there weren't a line out the door.

The inside is warm and inviting with weathered hardwood floors with glasses cases filled with all kinds of delicious treats – bread, pastries, chocolates and even pizza.

JP and I have been known to go there on a Saturday or Sunday mornings to get a croissant and latte.

The croissants are so good that it’s hard to order anything else when you are there. When a spinach and feta croissant is staring back at me from one of those cases, I can’t just leave it there.

They are probably most famous for the twice-baked almond croissant and for good reason. The inside to an ooey-gooey piece of heaven.

One rainy Friday night, I stopped by and picked up a mushroom and pancetta pizza. As you might expect a bakery delivers a pizza with a serious crust. It turned the act of eating pizza into an event. It wasn’t sweet but it was decadent.

I made the mistake of following them on Twitter. I say mistake because now in the middle of my work day I know the are cooking up something so delicious I can almost smell it 15 miles away.

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Finger Lickin' Good. by violet

2011-04-17T21:27:00.000-07:00

JP and I have different ideas about Mexican food. JP is a bit of a purist and thinks good Mexican food should only come from a truck on the side of the highway. While I love my taco truck taco, I also enjoy the occasional high-class Tex-Mex experience.

Ranch Bravo in Capitol Hill is right up Joe’s Mexican’t food ally. It moved into what used to be a KFC and basically they didn’t do a damn thing to the place except remove some signage of the Colonel.

But there a reason that JP always suggests it. It’s delicious.

The ingredients are fresh and uncomplicated - much like you would get out of that truck. The biggest choice you have to make is the kind of meat and beans. And in the surest sign that the Mexican food is legit, the tacos come with two tortillas.

Should you find yourself in the neighborhood, don’t be turned off by the outside or the plastic seating. What’s waiting inside is worth it.

Just, ah, watch out for the hipsters.

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Special Lady Day. by violet

2011-04-12T21:44:00.000-07:00

This past Saturday, I got the most lovely of treats, I got to plan the whole day. And after one of my favorite shows The League, we called it Special Lady Day.

It’s a truly wonderful prospect to lay out an entire Saturday to do the things that you want to do. We weren’t going to be jetting off to Hawaii for the day and clearly a Pretty Women-style shopping trip was going to be out of the question. And it was about having a date-day with JP so I picked activities that we could do together.

Here’s how I broke things down

An early start to beat the crowd for breakfast at Portage Bay where I enjoyed their delicious pancakes made even better by a trip to the toppings bar. The Reason: It’s typically crowded and I hardly ever have the patience to wait it out. But an early Friday night bed time made it possible to get there just after 9am. Since, it’s not one of JP’s favorite breakfast places but it is probably my most favorite I picked it without compromising.

A walk around Greenlake where we picked out which dog we might want to take home with us. The Reason: I wanted to do something active but didn’t feel like a full run was in the cards.

Reading over coffee at Zoka. The Reason: Somewhere early on in our relationship we got in the habit of going to different coffee shops around and reading. I could read all day on Saturday and find it completely satisfying. It’s honestly one of my favorite things we do as a couple.

An afternoon movie

The Reason: I love seeing movies in the afternoon – going on a weekday afternoon is one of my favorite day off activities. he Source Code’s big draw for me was its star (dreamy) but it was better than I anticipate.d

Five Guys for dinner The Reason:This is a delicious burger and having this treat to look forward to all week helped me cut back on other indulgences.

Some shopping which included buying Lululemon yoga pants The Reason: Who doesn’t love a little shopping? I’ve been eyeing the Lululemon Groove pant for years now. And after an epic battle of cost vs. use, I decided that it was worth the splurge because I will get a whole lot of use out of them. After owning them for just a few days I have already found that to be true.

Late snack ice cream while catching up on the DVR The Reason: Ice Cream. There need not be any more reason beyond that.

All in all it was a lovely day. It would have been better if I hadn’t stupidly checked my work e-mail while we were waiting for the movie. The day of had me thinking, if I ever get to do this again what would I do? I think I would add in a yoga class, maybe a massage and perhaps a glass of wine with a girlfriend. But really there are only so many hours in a day.

What would you do if you could play a whole Saturday?

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The Cure for Cranky Pants. by violet

2011-04-08T16:16:00.000-07:00

Around this time of year, the city of Seattle starts to get a little cranky. It’s been raining and gray for months on end. While we are a pretty resilient lot up here around April our pale legs just can’t take it anymore.

When my mom suggested meeting her in Palm Springs for a few days I jumped at the idea.

Part of my mom’s job is finding hotels and resorts for large meetings. She often gets to preview amazing hotels in amazing locations and sometimes takes me along. Which is how I found myself headed for sunny Palm Springs for a stay at the Westin Mission Hills.

With three pools, a spa, golf course and bike and running paths plus pretty much the perfect temperature I could feel my crankiness disappear almost as soon as we arrived.

It was almost unfair about how beautiful the weather was while we were there. Sunny and highs in 80s. Perfectly wonderful in my mind.

With Moms color-coordinated and everything

In addition to an amazing resort, my mom‘s cousin was in town doing her snowbird routine. She introduced us to the Chicken Pie Factory. Who knew such a thing existed?

We also had a wonderful time wedding dress shopping but I won’t get into that here.

The future in-laws also happened to be in town – we ran into them on the street corner one day. We met up with them and their friends Ken and Sandy at one of my all-time favorite Mexican restaurants Las Casuelas.

This is what happiness looks like:

The guac was as goos as it looks

Just when I was thinking about becoming a snowbird myself it was time to head back to Seattle, where it is raining and cold. Sometimes I wonder why I live here. Then I remember than when it does finally get warm and sunny here, it’s pretty hard to beat.

Although, I’m now trying to sell the girls on a weekend in Palm Springs next winter. Sometimes, you just need a little vitamin D to get you through that rough Seattle “spring.”

What do you think ladies? You in?

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I love Portland. One down four to go

2011-03-31T20:46:00.000-07:00

I do love Portland, probably more than a person who has never lived there should. But some family and some good friends live there and I seem to visit it a whole lot so it almost feels like home.

And, yes, our wedding tally for 2011 is five.

JP and I headed down to P-town last weekend for my college friend Kelly’s wedding. Kelly is a sorority sister and former roommate. She’s both one of the toughest chicks I know and at the same time a huge softy who will cry at the drop of a hat. She’s fiercely loyal, athleticaly gifted, and both intentionally and unintentionally hilarious. Her love story with Matt is one that spans years. Kelly grew up playing softball with his older sister. They reconnected after college and fell in love which is pretty adorable.

Since the wedding was Saturday afternoon we decided to make a weekend out of it by leaving Friday after work. Of course that meant sitting in traffic which isn’t any fun for anyone but we got a drink with Tess and got an early start to the day on Saturday.

Since JP is not one to sit around all day we headed to breakfast at Bijou Cafe where I met these guys.

If I didn’t think that their owners were taking good care of them I would have taken them home with me.

Then we took a short tour of the Chinese Garden which was absolutely beautiful.

JP, Eric and Tess checking out the sites

Tess and I squeezed in some girl- time coffee as well. By that time we had to get gussied up for the wedding – since my reunion outfit had gone over so well the weekend before I decided to bust that out again.

Kelly and Matt’s ceremony and reception was at Pure Space in Northwest Portland – this ultra-cool modern warehouse space. The robin’s egg blue with black and white, gave the space a great spring feel. They even had a signature cocktail in just the right color blue too cool.

The bride with her dad

With a variety of food from Elephant’s there was something for every guest in attendace. My personal favorite was the beef stroganoff.

I was hungry

But the hit of the night was the photo “booth.” I put that in quotes because it was really more of a station. The props and instant print outs had us all coming back all evening long.

That was when we weren’t on the dance floor getting down.

Bust a move

Kelly, you’ve been an amazing friend for many years. While we may not see each other as often as I like, it always warms my heart to know that you are in my life. Thanks so much for including me in your most special of days. Matt is a very lucky man

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10 Year Reunion. by violet

2011-03-18T15:07:00.000-07:00

When I got word about my ten year high school reunion, there was certainly a mix of emotions.

I guess you could say I was somewhere in the middle in high school. Wasn’t the most popular, wasn’t a total outcast. I made some great friends along the way (some of whom I still manage to keep in touch with).

I wasn’t super smart or a super jock – took a few AP classes and played varsity field hockey, got cut from soccer after my freshman year and quit track after sophomore year because it was clear I was, well, slow.

Wasn’t the star of the musical or in the band but I was vice president of the poetry club (yeah, that happened).

I had a couple bad haircuts and I wore socks with sandals my freshman year (yeah that happened too). I’d like to think I got it together with my Steve Madden boots and collection of bell bottom cords and khakis by the time senior year rolled around.

I asked both my junior and senior prom dates but I went and had a really good time. I did get asked out over the morning announcements one Valentine’s Day which was pretty awesome. But I also had a number of devastating heartbreaks from boys who didn’t even know I was alive.

I got TP’d and did a little TPing myself. I went to one real party (I was DD) and I heard it got busted by the cops 10 minutes after I left, so I was too scared to go to another. And most of all I spent WAY too much time at Chili’s.

There were highs and there were lows but certainly I didn’t wake up every day thinking it was the worst or best in my life. College was defiantly the TIME OF MY LIFE. But we are talking about high school.

Did I want to show up to the reunion and have my old crush, think DAMN she looks good? Of course. Did I want to catch up with people that I’ve let slip away in the last ten years? Absolutely.

So I made sure that some of my best friends were going to be there. I bought plane tickets and searched high and low for the perfect dress.

In the end, I found the reunion to be a lot like high school itself. Nothing like the movies, it was more complicated, interesting, open-ended, awkward, fun, horrible and wonderful. I’m really happy that I went.

I was reminded that the friends I made along the way, were my friends for a reason – they are wonderful, hilarious and smart. I love that by 2am that night when we were eating pizza together it could have been ten years ago, only better.

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Back in Eugene. by violet

2011-03-14T21:12:00.000-07:00

I have subjected to you long posts about my love of the University of Oregon and Eugene (here and here). But you get another one because a few weekends ago JP and I went down to spend the weekend with our friends Stacy and Ray. There’s something about spending a weekend there that feels a little bit like coming home. It is one part the fond memories and two parts gracious hosts.

We arrived in Eugene in time for dinner. Let’s be honest half the reason I keep coming back to Eugene is to eat at certain restaurants ordering certain dishes. But this time around, we tried some place new. Ray has taken up home brewing. This has led him to become even more of an expert on Eugene’s local breweries of which there are many.

After sampling Ray’s own brews we headed over to Ninkasi Brewing Company to sample so of theirs as well. And as luck would have it Devour’s VW van was parked out in front.

While the tasting room was packed, the outdoor courtyard was deserted, so even though it was roughly 25 degrees we warmed ourselves by the fire, sampling beer and downing our delicious sandwiches.

Saturday was more beer but we added basketball into the mix. We started with tasting at Oakshire.

One of the main reasons behind the trip was to check out the Ducks’ new basketball arena. Believe the reviews, the place is pretty much amazing and has just about every amenity that Mac Court lacked. The Deep in the Woods floor might look funny on TV but in person it’s really cool and much like Boise’s blue turf definitely gives it a signature look.

However, having spent less than half a season in the place, it is also lacking soul. The great thing about Mac Court was that you knew 100 years worth of students and fans had rooted for their team there. Blood, sweat and tears went into that building and that floor. Sure the place was in danger of falling over but the student section could shake the baskets. People say Autzen is loud but my most ear-splitting memories are in Mac Court. It had a history.

Matt Court is a bit like moving into new construction, sure there are all the bells and whistles but it takes a little bit until it feels like yours. As the Ducks rack up more seasons in Matt Court and the program resurges it will start to feel like home. Buzzer beaters, highlight reel ally opps and no look passes will start to seep into the walls. And the kids will get loud. And, eventually, it will feel like home. Right now it feels like there still a few boxes left to unpack.

For dinner was my personal request to return to the Beer Stein. Luckily I didn’t have to twist too many arms to make that happen. The Beer Stein has the best beer cheese soup I have EVER encountered. It is literally the perfect texture. Pair it with one of their amazing sandwiches and you have yourself a little event.

Oh and you should know, their nachos? They basically pour the soup over chips and add the classic accompaniments. It is blow-your-mind good.

We were too full to do much else that night besides watch The Hangover again and eat too many Starburst jelly beans.

Once again, thanks to Stacy and Ray for being such gracious hosts. We will see you all again in just a few months.

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Lunchbox gets new digs. by violet

2011-02-21T21:17:00.000-08:00

Since we went to Lunchbox a few years ago, JP has maintained that it’s his favorite burger in Seattle. It’s hard for me to play favorites but I do love me some Red Mill.

Since Lunchbox recently moved from its one step up from a trailer in Ballard to what used to be South Lake Union Café and we owed Liz a birthday dinner it seemed like a good time to go back.

At first it was really strange heading into the new spot. I have distint memories of each restaurant and they didn’t really jive together in my mind.

And I have to say that I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t an epic list of choices to buld your own burger which is how Lunchbox used to do things. The menu simply listed about 12 pre-built burgers, there was a note about how you could build your own but gone was the 1500 choice including dork (duck and pork mixed together) or your crazy salt options.

But not having the pressure of building your own was a little more relaxing – less stress for sure. And the options that were presented on the menu had something for just about everybody.

I went with The Smoker. Creamy havarti cheese with honey cured bacon with lunchbox inions and smoked pepper mayo.

JP got the Homage to the Dick’s Deluxe American cheese, honey cured bacon (10 slices of it) with Lunchbox onions and top secret burger sauce.

And the birthday girl got the Burger of the Gods blue cheese crumbles, balsamic onions and creamy gorgonzola sauce.

While the atmosphere has certainly changed, the food definitely tasted like the Lunchbox that I remember. Plus it was nice to have a place to sit.

In case to gut-busting burger and tots (oh yeah) wasn’t enough to fill us up, we headed up to Queen Anne to dive right into some fro yo at Menchies.

Menchie’s is one of those awesome build your own and then weigh it places. The first that I know of in Seattle. It kind of rocked my face off.

How could you not love such a cheerful place the purveys such deliciousness? Because I was so stuffed from my burger it afforded me the option of only getting the small amount that my stomach could take. Even with JP’s monster our tab came to like $6.

Knowing that this place exsists is going to be bad for my waistline.

I made sure to hit up the gym the next morning so I didn’t feel like I had done too much damage.

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The marital industrial complex. by violet

2011-02-03T21:33:00.000-08:00

I never wanted to be THAT girl. The girl who gets engaged and suddenly loses all her marbles. The girl who for a year straight can only talk about catering choices, florists and bridesmaid’s dresses.
It kind of hit me that I was turning into THAT girl when J.P. suggested that he would be happy with a couple of kegs and a community center hall for our reception and I nearly threw up at the thought.

But you see this thing happens when you start planning a wedding. It’s like the biological switch gets flipped and suddenly importing trees directly from Bali doesn’t seem like THAT crazy of an idea.

Here’s what’s really tough, knowing what you want vs. what this multi-billion dollar industry is telling you to want.

Here’s what I do know for sure:

No bouquet toss: This is a horrible tradition. Who was the person who thought, I know, let’s get all the single people together and shame them for being single by making them fight it out for a bunch of flowers? I would like to slap them. This tradition has caused me much personal embarrassment – Kenz got me out of the bathroom for the bouquet toss at her wedding. (Did I time this bathroom break with this event? Yes, obviously). At my dad and stepmom’s wedding, the one time I can recall actually wanting to catch the bouquet, some other girl stole it right out of my hands. If my niece wants the bouquet, she can have it minus the embarrassing stampede.

Can you find me in this picture? There's a reason for that.

No garter toss: Again horrible tradition. I know, newly married couple, have the groom reach up the bride’s skirt in front of ALL YOUR RELATIVES and throw the object that was previously on the bride’s upper thigh to other single men in attendance. Real awkward when you think about it. Real awkward.

Photo booth as a wedding favor: This is no brainer for us, J.P. is a photographer. I love the idea of a favor that people will actually like/use. Though not as cool as getting a toothbrush and floss, still cool. Many of the weddings we went to last year had photo booths. I now have one of the photos framed on my desk at work and another is framed at home. Also in this age of digital photos, it’s really nice to have couple of printed photos of you and your sweetie all dressed up and looking cute.

It was a dentist wedding

Currently framed in our living room

No cake: J.P. doesn’t really like cake (I know, it’s weird, I love him anyway). I’m not going to force him to eat something he doesn’t want to on our wedding day just cause that’s what you are “supposed to do.” I like cake but not enough to throw a hissy about it, you know? I get plenty of cake other places, like office birthdays. So what does that leave us with - cupcakes are just mini cakes. I don’t like pie (I know, it’s weird, J.P. loves me anyway). When I heard about a wedding that had donuts I was sold. Plus there’s an amazing place in Seattle that makes almost my favorite donuts in the whole world. Everybody wins.

It was delicious

Mmmmm donuts

Other than that, I’m pretty much overwhelmed with all the choices. A girl could really go insane. But I’m trying to do my best to keep it all in perspective and remember this is a day about sharing our love with the people who matter to us most, not about those imported trees from Bali. But they are stunning.

Violet in Jessica Simpson Cody

At bacon's altar. by violet

2011-01-17T12:19:00.000-08:00

Bacon seems to be everywhere these days, in mayo, envelopes and band-aids. It has me wondering what the heck all the fuss is about. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some bacon but does is really require that we all worship at its altar?

Back from our unexpected adventure to California and with a few extra days off, I was on the hunt for something delicious to make. Something that would require more time and effort than I would normally put into your average weekday meal.

When Alexis shared this recipe with JP and me, I knew I would be making it, as it combined three of JP’s most favorite things in the world - pasta, tomato sauce and bacon. It seems incredibly decadent to have bacon in both the meatballs and the sauce – the perfect thing to eat right before the New Year’s diet really starts to kick in.

Spaghetti and Meatballs All'Amatriciana

Meatballs:6 ounces uncured applewood-smoked bacon (about 6 slices), diced
2 large garlic cloves, peeled
2 pounds ground beef (15% fat)
2/3 cup chopped drained roasted red peppers from jar
2/3 cup panko (Japanese breadcrumbs)*
2 large eggs
1/2 cup coarsely grated onion
1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
1 tablespoon minced fresh marjoram
2 teaspoons dried crushed red pepper
1/2 teaspoon coarse kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper

Sauce:
2 28-ounce cans diced tomatoes in juice (preferably San Marzano)
2 large garlic cloves, peeled
6 ounces uncured applewood-smoked bacon (about 6 slices), cut crosswise into thin strips
1 tablespoon (or more) extra-virgin olive oil
3 cups finely chopped onions
1 1/2 teaspoons dried crushed red pepper
2 cups dry white wine
1 tablespoon minced fresh marjoram

Pasta:
1 1/2 pounds spaghetti
2 to 3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 1/2 tablespoons minced fresh marjoram
Freshly grated Parmesan cheese

DIRECTIONS
For meatballs:
- Place bacon in processor. Using on/off turns, grind to coarse paste. Transfer to large bowl. Using garlic press, squeeze in garlic. Gently mix in beef and all remaining ingredients. Let stand 15 minutes.
- Line large rimmed baking sheet with plastic wrap. Using moistened hands and scant 2 tablespoonfuls for each, roll meat mixture into 11/2-inch meatballs. Arrange meatballs on sheet. DO AHEAD: Can be made 1 day ahead. Cover with plastic wrap; chill.

For sauce:
- Puree tomatoes with juice and garlic in batches in blender until smooth.
- Cook bacon in large pot over medium heat until crisp; transfer bacon to plate.
- Add 1 tablespoon oil to drippings in pot and heat over medium heat. Add half of meatballs. Cook until brown on all sides, turning carefully with small metal spatula, about 9 minutes. Transfer meatballs to baking sheet. Add more oil to pot if needed and repeat with remaining meatballs.
- Increase heat to medium-high. Add onions and crushed red pepper to pot.
- Sauté until golden, about 6 minutes. Add wine; boil until reduced by half, stirring up browned bits, about 8 minutes.
- Add tomato puree and marjoram. Boil until sauce thickens slightly, stirring occasionally, about 8 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. Mix bacon into sauce.
- Add meatballs; bring to simmer. Reduce heat to low; cover and simmer until meatballs are heated through and tender, 10 to 15 minutes. Season sauce with salt and pepper.

For pasta:

Meanwhile, cook spaghetti in pot of boiling salted water until just tender but still firm to bite, stirring occasionally. Drain; transfer to large bowl. Toss with 2 tablespoons oil and marjoram, adding more oil to moisten, if desired. Divide spaghetti among bowls. Top with meatballs and sauce. Sprinkle with cheese and serve, passing additional cheese separately.

The whole recipe is rather labor intensive - I dirtired just about every kitchen contraption that I have. But let me tell you – totally worth it. The smoke from the bacon just puts the whole thing over the top. It also makes a HUGE batch which in the end I was incredible grateful for because JP and I were eating leftovers like it was going out of style.

Also, I chose to ignore the part about pureeing the tomatoes with garlic. Number one, because that seemed silly to me, I like my pasta sauce chunky. Number two, I only have a small Cuisine Art and no blender. So there was no way I was going to do 25 small batches of sauce. Not happening. But in the end that sauce turned out a little runny and I wished I had blended it.

Also my first batch of meatballs would not stay together. I ended up making the second batch smaller and they seemed to stay together better – so pay attention when the recipe says to make them small. They aren’t lying.

If you are looking for a lovely Sunday dinner dish and you can devote and afternoon to frying bacon and rolling meatballs, this surely comes highly recommended. I now worship at the altar of bacon.

Violet in Ugg Cozy Knit slippers in brown

We’ll always (sort of) have Paris. by violet

2011-01-04T20:45:00.000-08:00

We were supposed to go to Paris. We were going to spend Christmas Eve at a French bistro sipping champagne. We were going to eat falafel at a stand recommended to us by two different people, have chocolate croissants for breakfast every morning and drink espresso. I was going to spend WAY too much money on some fabulous statement Paris piece. I was going to eat enough cheese and bread to… I don’t even know what. And, if you asked me, which everyone did, there was no way no how JP and I were coming back engaged.

HA! Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.

A huge snow storm hit Western Europe. And the thought of spending Christmas on the floor at Heathrow Airport didn’t seem all that appealing. So we changed plans and took a LONG drive down to California from Seattle.

And JP had a surprise waiting for me – a proposal and his great grandmother’s ring.

Showing off the ring

I was stunned and overwhelmed. And said yes. We spent the next few days sharing the wonderful news with family and friends. The outpouring of love and support is kind of amazing. JP and I have such wonderful friends and family and honestly it is one of the reasons he and I work so well together.

One of my favorite pictures of us. Ever.

JP and I have spent the last four years building an amazing life together. I could not be more thrilled that we will spend the next however many more sharing our lives together.

Skiing at Mt Hood

So here to say it better than I ever could is the Old 97s

In New York

She woke from a dream
Her head was on fire
Why was he so nervous?

It's almost too cute

He took her to the park
She crossed her arms
And lowered her eyelids

On the ferry to Vashon

Some day somebody’s gonna ask you
A question that you should say yes to
Once in your life
Maybe tonight I’ve got a question for you

Go Hawks!

She’s had no idea
Started to cry
She said in a good way

Photos from Erin B's wedding

He took her by the hand
Walked her back home
They took the long way

So very New York hipster

Some day somebody’s gonna ask you
A question that you should say yes to
Once in your life

Maybe tonight I’ve got a questions for you.

Violet in Asics Ultimate

Go Ducks. by violet

2010-12-03T15:21:00.000-08:00

The first time I fell in love I was just barely 18. We are not talking about a high school crush. Or the kind of love where you date someone for a few months and figure out you aren’t right for each other and generally move on with your life. I am talking about life-altering, no turning back love.

It was the day I attended my first football game at Autzen Stadium. And my life would never be the same.

That’s right, I feel in love with a football team.

I know what you are saying. You fell in love with a football team? You can’t compare romantic, soul mate love to what you feel for a football team. But I know in my heart of hearts that I have loved few people the way that I love this team. Becuase it’s not just the team, it’s a school, a place in time that is all wrapped up and represented by this team.While I was in college the team represented the possibility that life held. After, the team has come to represent the most amazing consecutive four years of my life.

So don’t call me callous or insensitive or crazy.

I once spent 7 hours waiting in line for tickets to a game where is rained the entire time, often sideways. All said and done, it caused me 12 hours of discomfort. But all totally worth it. (FYI Civil War 2001)

I have been with this team as it reached the highest of highs – on the back of Dennis Dixon and on the arm of Joey Harrington - and the lowest of lows – having it all taken away with a knee injury and a blocked punt against Stanford.

This season has been special. After all the horrible offseason antics and the talk about how this team was just a thug quarterback, we have won game after game after game. And I have been a thrilled, blissed-out, stress case the entire time.

And tonight, as my beloved Ducks get ready to play the game that just may put them in the National Title game tomorrow, sure I’m nervous. And I likely will get as much sleep as a kid on Christmas Eve. I will root so hard tomorrow but I also know that should the unthinkable (God forbid) happen tomorrow that I will shed only one single tear. Hold my head high and start talking about next year. Because that is what true love is.

Should we win, I will jump and shout, knowing that the victory is made all the more sweeter by the memories that have come before. Because that is what true love is.

And now, the only thing I can say (yell, until my lungs hurt) is, GO DUCKS!

Violet in Report Monroe in grey

Living Like a Local. by violet

2010-11-18T17:02:00.000-08:00

There’s nothing that makes you feel more like a local like have people come to town. This past weekend JP’s aunt and uncle came to visit from California and along with JP’s sister Liz we have the pleasure of playing tour guide.

Since this is JP’s family the trip centered on food – Friday night was a trip to one of my favorite Seattle restaurants Matt’s in the Market. What I love about Matt’s is that it is so very Seattle. It is literally a part of the Pike Place Market; the large windows look out to the Market’s famous sign with the Puget Sound in the background. In addition, that’s where most of the food is from – meaning that it’s local and fresh – two very Seattle qualities. On this stormy fall evening it was a warm respite from the wet streets below. In the summer they throw open the windows and let in the breeze off the water.

Before we could dig in to the culinary treats Matt had to offer, we had drinks next door at Chez Shea, an elegant French Bistro right next door.

where Liz introduced me to a French 75 which now tops the list of my favorite cocktails.

Matt’s, didn’t disappoint. My oxtail gnocchi was delicious but I was pretty jealous of the lamb that Nida ordered.

The next day we stopped at Red Hook for lunch. Honestly, I was pretty wrapped up in the Oregon v Washington game and didn’t notice much else. JP successfully prevented me from getting into a fight so I would say lunch was good.

We headed over to Chateau Ste Michelle for wine tasting which we somehow managed to miss during our last trip out to WA wine country. The grounds at St. Michele are beautiful. The grey skies served as wonderful background for the changing fall leaves. And as the Ducks pulled away from the Huskies I very much enjoyed our tasting.

We headed back for naps before our dinner at La Spiga. The rain was in full effect by then, so there was no wandering around the neighborhood beforehand.

La Spiga was hopping that night – full of mid-thirties power couples and a parade of gorgeous fall boots. Since the weather had been so crummy, I was in the mood for some down-home comfort food. The classic Tagliatelle with beef ragu delivered just that. I polished it off feeling very much warmed from the inside out. Though I was pretty jealous of the lasagnas at the table. Maybe I’ll get that next time.

Continuing on our theme of quintessential Seattle, we took our out-of-towners to the Ballard Farmer’s Market on Sunday morning, where the sun came out

The Ballard Farmer’s Market is overwhelming to the senses - children and dogs running around, fruits and veggies spilling onto tables, the scent of mini donuts in the air. There’s almost too much to choose from. But clearly the mini donuts were not to be missed.

Thanks to Rob and Nida for the lovely weekend, we hope Seattle treated you well.

Violet in Born black boots

Six Down. None to Go.

2010-11-01T21:24:00.000-07:00

The end is here! Really there’s not a lot left to do but curl up into a ball on my sofa and not leave the house until 2011 (if only!).

Last and certainly not least was Eric and MaKenzie’s bash at Edgefield outside of Portland.

Eric and Kenz have been together exactly as long as JP and I. It was Kim and Dan’s Halloween party nearly four years ago. Kenz, who was still living down in Portland, decided to come up and visit me for the weekend.

I have a distinct memory of driving with Kenz giving her the run-down of who was going to be there that night at the party and when I mentioned Eric her face light up.

I totally called her out and made a small wager with her and I was a WINNER. Four years later it was more than a little incredible to watch them get married.

Thursday night was an Oregon Duck themed rehearsal dinner to watch the UCLA v Oregon game and eat entirely too many tater tots. Yum.

The happy couple

This was followed by cigars and whiskey. At the bar we met a thoroughly entertaining guy who was a batter inspector – no kidding.

The batter inspector

Me and Shelby with whiskey

The next day was an early start for hair and makeup. The salon where we got our hair done was so adorable I could hardly stand it. And I could not have been more pleased with how my hair turned out. Thanks so much, Magnum Opus!

And honestly it was the most on-time and organized wedding I have ever been a part of. The girls had a great time getting ready.

Me and Kelly B getting ready

Kim and me

The bride even did all of our makeup. I was recruited as the false eyelash installer.

Cousin Kelly getting her make up done by the bride

Kenz, Kim and I have become pretty dedicated false lash users, once the other ladies saw the results, pretty soon, the two Kelly bridesmaids and the mother of the bride wanted them too.

Almost ready

Pretty quickly it was time for photos. Luckily the weather held off and we got some shots outside. The wedding party had an extra half an hour before the ceremony started. So what is a group of people surrounded by multiple bars? Shots. Obviously.

We lined up with plenty of time for the ceremony to start. Revered Dan did a great job with the ceremony. It brought out the personalities of both the bride and the groom. And was wonderfully short.

After a thanksgiving feast it was time to get the party started. The DJ was playing the jams and we did our best to keep up.

Bride and Bryan

Shelby, Stacy with me and Taiece

Amy and Steven

Me and Tess - getting tough

Dancin'

We even danced so hard that Ray unplugged the speakers.

Whoops

Kenz and Eric, we had such a wonderful time celebrating with you guys. You planned and hosted a wonderful event. I wish you all the best as you start your life together.

Violet in Hush Puppies Hatties in black

Five Down. One to go. By violet.

2010-10-18T21:44:00.000-07:00

It’s getting down to the wire with the weddings. Five of six was one of my close friends Miss Lindsay. Lindasy is a sorority sister from college. She and I lived together the year before I moved in with JP.

Go Ducks!

Back in the day, Jessica, me, Lindsay and Melissa

The best way to describe Lindasy is that she is one classy dame. She might come across as a little reserved but you get to know her a little bit, she’s got a spunky sense of humor and could likely drink you under the table. At the same time she’s incredibly well-mannered, will go out of her way to not put you out. She’s been a great friend to me in both good times and bad. And to top it all off, she’s got a great sense of style that never does her wrong.

Triple threat birthday party - Linds, Taiece and Gunjan

When she started dating Neil, it seemed like a good match from the start. He’s got one of the coolest jobs around, shares Lindsay’s love of animals and consistently hilarious. And when he proposed to Linds, I could not have been happier for the two of them.

New Year's last year

I knew that their wedding would be a good time. And it certainly was.

The day of, Tess came up from Portland and stayed with JP and me which may or may not have had a little something to do with us running late. I knew if anyone’s wedding was going to start on time it would be Lindsay’s.

Luckily we made it with a few minutes to spare even which is good because the ceremony was a quick one.

I know all brides are beautiful but there’s something about one of your good friends standing at the top of that aisle. Just tugs at your heart strings in a different way.

The beautiful bride

Then it was time to chow down.

Yum

And get down. And get down we did.

The DJ was playing the jams

EC was getting into the groove

Ray leading the party

The groom getting down with the ladies

Get it done Jeff Gibb!

Shake your groove thing

Lindsay, you are one classy dame. It truly meant the world to me to be a part of this day. Neil you have one special lady and I know that you will take care of her. Congrats you guys, I wish you all the best.

Violet in Saucony Jazz Nylon/Suede in red

Four Down. Two to Go. By violet

2010-10-12T13:18:00.000-07:00

We turned the corner on weddings with JP’s cousin Courtney’s bash back in San Louis. It felt like déjà vu to be back in San Luis just a month after Erin’s wedding.

The first thing you should know about the bride and the groom know how to get down. The groom, Brad, works at Marston’s on the main drag of downtown. So they can bring it.

Once we got down to San Luis, we met up with some of JP’s family that was in town. His cousin Scott, brother of the bride was in from Oklahoma. He cracked me up the whole weekend.

Liz, the bride (cousin Courtney), Scott, the groom (Brad) and JP

Friday night was a meet and greet at Marston’s. I was my chance to meet some of the JP’s family, including the bride (!) and catch up with those I hadn’t seen in a while.

Saturday we spent wandering around downtown, but really it was too hot to do much more than duck in and out of air conditioned shops.

We rode a really cool trolley out to Spanish Oaks Ranch for the ceremony and reception.

The ranch was beautiful – rolling hills with a great view of sunset.

The bride was stunning. And the groomsmen we cracking me up – the highlight was getting the rings out of a Cracker Jack box.

Love this photo of father and daughter

As the sun went down the party heated up - Liz and I shut down the dance floor. Also genius flip flops for everyone. My feet certainly thanked the bride and groom for that party favor!

The cousins

On the way home, I even got to spend a little time with this lovely young lady which always cheers me up when I’m feeling blue. And there was also In-n-Out burger to put a smile on my face as well.

Chloe

Courtney and Brad, thanks so much for inviting us to be a part of your special day. It was a most excellent party.

Classic JP

Next up, you’ll hear all about Lindsay and Neil, just as soon as JP processes the over 700 photos he took from the event.

Do you think I could get another piece of cake?

Violet in Jessica Simpson "Jessica" pump in ivory patent

ps Photos with the white borders are JP's. Without are mine. Notice the difference?

Cin Cin. By Violet

2010-10-05T22:11:00.000-07:00

So we are getting down to it with the weddings this year. I’ll tell you all about number four of six as soon as I can. But before that could happen we needed to celebrate Kenz saying good-bye to her singlehood.

When I checked in with the bride about planning her bachelorette party wasn’t too keen on the idea of hitting the clubs and dancing until dawn. So her amazing maid of honor and I planned a day of wine tasting instead.

Lucky for me, a co-worker of mine who knows Woodinville wineries like nobody’s business laid out a plan of attack for us. Even our lovely driver was impressed with our picks – thanks so much Shelby!

Speaking of our driver, as with these kinds of events, the driver can make or break your experience luckily Butler took care of us.

We started the day with brunch at my place – you need a good breakfast in you to get through a day of wine tasting. Then we were off to JM Cellars.

I’m pretty sure that if John at JM ever wanted to leave his wife, he’d have our whole van full of ladies waiting to be next in line. Not only was he an Oregon alumni rocking Duck gear in preparation for the game later that day but he also gave us a few barrel tastings and told us the story of how he started the winery.

Clearly, I had to support my fellow duck by purchasing a bottle of wine so a bottle of the 2004 Syrah came home with me. We probably could have stayed there all day but there were other wineries to visit.

Next up was Januik and Novelty Hill. It had a much different vibe than the more quaint JM Cellars. With the modern décor and packed tasting room – it felt a little cold in comparison. But the wine was still good.

Next stop was the decidedly much smaller Brian Carter. It was basically a trailer but luckily there was a lovely patio and the weather cooperated for an outdoor tasting.

Our last stop was a converted warehouse – Efeste. I’m just going to be honest, by this point I would have had a good time anywhere. But as luck would have it the guy pouring the wine was very nice and answered all of my questions. So a bottle of the bold Final-Final red blend was added to my collection.

Overall, it was a great alternative to your typical bachelorette party.

Violet in Born black boots

I know. by violet

2010-10-04T22:27:00.000-07:00

I know.

Believe me, I would have much rather been here blogging these past few weeks then the dark, taxing and sleep-deprived place that I was/still am. Basically, work took over my life. And in the midst of this already crazy season, I’ve hardly had time to eat let alone sit down to share my mundane and small little life with all seven of you.

But please don’t give up on me. I’m trying hard to come back. To find the time. I love it here. In fact, I was really sad because my one year anniversary as a blogger came and went a few weeks ago without me even being able to acknowledge it.

It really just goes to show you that life is, indeed, what happens when you are busy making other plans.
Violet, in her sad, black flats

I heart fall. by violet

2010-09-16T21:34:00.000-07:00

Although I love sunshine as much as the next California girl, fall is by far my favorite season. The weather gets cooler, the leaves start to turn and suddenly there’s just a bounce in my step. I feel like I should be heading to my 9:00 a.m. econ class instead of work. Friends start to gather inside around fire places while sipping on beers. Rainy Saturday nights are romantic with a movie and a bottle of wine. Here are just a few of the tons of reasons that love fall.

Football: I bleed green and yellow. My Saturdays are spoken for from now until hopefully at some point next year. Go Ducks!

Halloween: I love coming up with a costume, searching thrifts stores all to watch it come together in a flurry of glitter and fake eyelashes. Which reminds me, I need to start thinking about what I’m going to be this year? Sadly, no couple costumes.

The food: Pumpkin everything, rich hearty meals typically involving cheese, carbs and hearty meats which means it’s all delicious.

The fashion: Plaid, herringbone, grey, purple, men’s wear, layers, chunky sweaters, over-the-knee boots everything I love.

The weather: There’s nothing like a cool, crisp fall day to make me feel like I should be running through an apple orchard. I also love a good rainy Sunday to curl up on the coach drinking hot tea and watching movies without feeling like you are missing anything then falling asleep to the sound of rain on the roof.

TV: It’s all back and this TV addict couldn’t be happier. Community, 30 Rock, The Office, Parenthood, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The League, How I Met Your Mother, GLEE, Modern Family, Dancing with the Stars, Parks and Recreation, and that's not even including the new shows.

Back to school shopping: Even though I’m years out of school it’s like Pavlov’s dog, every September I head back to the department stores for a wardrobe update and Staples for fun office supplies to make life in a cube a little more bearable. Something about spiffy file folders makes the work inside them seem more tolerable.

Violet in Ugg Cozy Knit slippers in brown

What happens in Vegas (sorta) stays in Vegas. by violet

2010-09-14T21:27:00.000-07:00

This past weekend nine of my closest friends descended on the city of Las Vegas to celebrate the impending marriage of our Lindsay.

I’ve never been the biggest fan of Vegas. It’s crowded, expensive and completely and utterly ridiculous in every capacity. But, yet, somehow I also love it. Vegas doesn’t give a s**t what you think of it. Vegas is Vegas and if you can’t hang then stay home. So obviously this is the best place to celebrate one of our own’s impending nuptuials.

We stayed at the Planet Hollywood Towers which was a surprise because I was pretty sure that the Planet Hollywood franchise had gone out of business. But the hotel was actually awesome. Our suites were amazing.

Orange and I started the weekend off by hitting up the pool in the remaining hours of sunshine on our first day. You could say that our odd Seattle summer had left us starving for some sunshine.

Our first dinner was at Koi. I was very much looking forward to dinner, I’d heard a lot about it. I think my expectations were too high for Koi. It didn’t quite deliver what I had hoped for.

Side note, you thought getting one woman out of the house on time was difficult, try 10. It was amazing we got anywhere.

We danced our first night away at Studio 54. But it kind of made me feel old, everyone seemed to be 21 or 22. In fact, one of our girls was told she, “looked pretty good for 28.” Excuse me? What exactly did you think 28-year-olds looked like? Wilford Brimley?

We needed some serious breakfast the next day to get over the trauma. Sometimes, chicken and waffles is the only thing that can make you feel better.

After more quality time at the pool and an epic Duck win, we trekked over the Palms for dinner at Simon and to hit the clubs. Simon rocked my world. The décor was modern, desert that seemed to take a page from Palm Springs. It looked out over the pool and we even got a show with a few guests throwing tp out their windows. It was oddly, really pretty blowing in the wind and getting caught up in the palm trees.

The food was delicious, the mac and cheese was to die (in my best Rachel Zoe voice). And the cotton candy that was larger than your head was a whimsical way to end a wonderful meal. We told our favorite stories about the bride and laughed until our sides hurt.

But there was VIP access to be had at both Ghost Bar and Moon. Ghost Bar had amazing views of the strip and some of the best people watching in town. At Moon we managed to pull some stings and we hooked up with bottle services (thanks, again guys). We sang and danced our hearts out.

Then, sadly, it was time to head back to reality. But Shelby said it best at dinner, you have to be a pretty special person to get nine women to drop everything to celebrate in Vegas. And Lindsay, my dear, you certainly are.

Violet in Oh Deer! orange and gold pumps (and my feet are killing me)

Three Down, Three to Go. by violet

2010-09-07T18:33:00.000-07:00

It’s official; I’m half way through the weddings for the year. We made it through the back to back Erin’s. This past weekend was J.P.’s friend Erin’s wedding here in Seattle.

We hosted bridesmaid Alexis and her boyfriend John for the weekend as well. They were wonderful houseguests and we had an action packed weekend, we even managed to squeeze in a Mariner’s game (which amazingly enough, they won).

The ceremony was at the Seattle University chapel and the reception down on the Seattle water front at Pier 67, Bell Harbor Conference Center.

Although it rained during the day, it cleared up by the time to reception started making for a beautiful sunset down on the water.

You should know, Kevin and Erin are both dentists – so as the wedding favor they bride and groom gave everyone toothbrushes and floss – great right?

Thanks for coming to our wedding. Don't forget to floss.

We partied a little bit harder at this wedding, than the one last week. We were definitely busting a move on the dance floor. There were some hilarious maneuvers. The DJ was spinning the hits.

Alexis and John are going to kill me.

Doing the twist

Dancin' with Sam

But after all the traveling and an action packed weekend, I’ve come down with a cold. So I’m trying to fight it off with my usual tricks because I’m off to Vegas on Friday. Wish me luck.

J.P. and I. Don't Stop Believin'. Might be my favorite photo of us. Ever.

Violet in Ugg Cozy Knit slippers in brown

Two down four to go (Part 2)

2010-09-02T20:00:00.000-07:00

The wedding was at the Dana Powers House in Nimpo – just south down 101 from Pismo. It’s a beautiful Victorian house with a barn that served as the reception hall.

It ended up being a beautiful day – with just a little bit of wind. Erin looked amazing. The highlight of the ceremony was when Erin walked down the aisle the groom, Mark, immediately started to cry. It was just the sweetest moment.

Although the reception was technically in a barn it’s kind of a misnomer. It was way classier than that – no cows or hay anywhere in sight – although it was a dirt floor.

The food was utterly delicious, probably some of the best wedding food I’ve ever had. Down-home BBQ with and upscale twist that matched the venue and the décor perfectly. That and the margaritas were tangy and strong. That always makes me happy.

The music was a great mix of old and new that kept people on the dance floor. The matron of honor gave probably the best speech at a wedding I’ve ever seen – she blew up photos of her and Erin starting back from 4th grade and has the other bridesmaids carry them around the place like ring girls. It was funny and touching and so full of love it was pretty much ruined all other toasts – great job Mary!

The highlight was the photo booth, J.P. and hit it up at least a couple of times. There were lots of great little touches that really made it a great event.

So thanks to Erin and her family for including me and J.P. in their wonderful day, a great time was had by all.

Violet in Steven Madden Tuscaan

Two down four to go (Part One). by violet

2010-09-01T21:42:00.000-07:00

This past weekend J.P. and I were in San Luis Obispo the second of our six weddings this year.

Erin is my oldest friend. We met when I was 2 and she was 3 because our 6-year old brothers had bonded a summer day camp. I remember my time spent with Erin as filled with laughter and silliness. Something about hanging out with Erin was a recipe to get the giggles. I also remember being very jealous of her because she had a Snoopy son-cone maker.

We only went to the same school for one year out of our whole entire childhood, so it’s kind of amazing they we remained friends. After junior high we kind of drifted apart, more held together by family events and random holiday get-togethers. I should say her that her parents are amazing - her dad Gordon has one of the best laughs of all time and her mom was my confirmation sponsor when I was 13 and has always been incredible.

When I got her wedding invitation earlier this year I was a little bit overwhelmed by the thought. I was touched that she would think to include me in her special day. And although it added to an already busy summer I decided that I needed to be there, no matter what.

So J.P. and I traveled down to the Bay and to met up with my parents to drive the additional three hours to San Luis (somehow I had managed to live 18 years in California without making down there). And guess where we stopped along the way?

The most delicious fast food burger ever.

Upon arrival I instantly knew what I was missing. We stayed at the most amazing hotel in Pismo (about 20 minutes away from San Luis) Dolphin Bay Resort. Our room had this incredibly view of the water and the staff continued to go out of their way to make our stay even better.

Although the wedding was the main event, we managed to get in a whole slew of other fun activities, including horseback riding on the beach. Full disclosure, I did fall off the horse. Not to worry, I’m ok, all digits intact.

There was also a tour of Cal Poly San Luis Obispo, shopping in downtown, biking and walks along the beach and J.P.’s first game of Scrabble.

I’ll give you all an update on the actual wedding soon but for now

Violet in Bridgeport Blue classic Toms

An Unpretentious Drink

2010-08-25T21:31:00.000-07:00

It’s harder and harder to find a place to get a drink. It’s not that there aren’t tons of places to go, it’s just that I’m getting more particular. There are lots of places to hang with the college kids, play beer pong and feel old. There are lots of places that take themselves and the booze WAY too seriously. There are some places that are so quiet they put you to sleep or so loud you shouldn’t even bother brining anyone to talk to.

I’ve been hearing about Oliver’s Twist up in Phinney Ridge for awhile. The other night, Utter Ambrosia and I went to a movie and grabbed a drink there.

On a Friday night at 9:00 it had a bustling vibe but we still found a table right away. The crowd was somewhere between the studying for midterms and putting the kids through college.

The drinks were delicious. I strongly recommend the Giles – vodka, blood orange, St Germain, peach bitters and cava. UA went with the Miss Nancy – gin, rhubarb-tarragon syrup, lemon, blood orange bitters and bubbly.

To go with it, garlic truffled popcorn and Salumi salami with Columbia City bread, celery and golden raisins. The truffled popcorn didn’t last long enough to get a photo.

Classy food, classy drinks and non-stuffy vibe, in short the perfect place for a grown up to get an unpretentious drink.

Violet in Kenneth Cole black flats

On Birthdays. by violet

2010-08-23T21:05:00.000-07:00

I have recently developed complicated feelings about birthdays. I used to love my birthday.

I remember sun soaked pool parties with silly relay races. I remember Barbie birthday cakes and frilly party dresses. Then it was sleepovers, co-ed outdoor BBQs and large groups of you and your friends stuffed into a booth at Chili’s. Finally moving on to that rite of passage, the 21er.

Then you actually start to dread getting a year older rather than being pumped about the prospect. Remember how excited you were to turn 10?

I didn’t really want to make a big deal out of my birthday this year. I was planning a nice night out with J.P. and leaving it at that. In fact, I even told work I would attend a conference on the actual night of my birthday. But it seems that fate had other plans. My friends couldn’t resist planning a group outing to Barrio. And with J.P.’s parents in town the day after, another dinner was planned as well.

As has been established here, the P’s are lovers of good food and wine, so I carefully selected Sitka and Spruce in the Melrose Market.

I’m pretty much in love with the Melrose Market. Sitka and Spruce occupies the corner of the market and features fresh foods.

Here’s what we had

Mezze of mechouia, sada and baba ghanouj with flatbread

Smoked mussels with lobster mushrooms, cucumber and fennel

Confit of duck with peaches and fried shisito pepper

I missed that one but I thought this was pretty

Chanterelles and Juan de Fuca spot prawns with fino sherry

Billy’s tomatoes, Puget Sound smelt and sheep milk feta

Whey braised goat with grilled escarole and our yogurt

Local Albacore with salted summer squash, melon and purslane

The goat was my favorite, although the duck confit with peaches and peppers was a surprisingly delicious combination and the sauce that came with the chanterelles and spot prawns required extra bread just to mop it up.

Our waiter was charming and helpful and really helped to make the night special.

In the end it turned out to be a wonderful birthday, even if it didn’t turn out the way that I planned.

Violet in Jessica Simpson Cody, brown, leather flats with brass toe buckle

Dog sitting. by violet

2010-08-17T12:47:00.000-07:00

J.P. and I often talk about getting a dog. It seems like everywhere we go we see dogs. We meet dogs, we pet dogs. We plan and the scheme.

Then we remember that we live in a townhouse with no real yard. And you see, J.P. and I want a large, active breed of dog. And I just can’t see our hypothetical border collie taking too kindly to being cooped up in our house for 10 hours stretches every day.

But this doesn’t really stop the wanting.

When Melissa and Chris asked us to dog sit their Gracie we said absolutely. Gracie is an adorable black lab mix with a tendency to lick just about anything that moves. We’ve had her for just under a week and she goes home to her real parents tomorrow.

She’s been a lovely house guest; you can’t help but love her. She a complete sweetheart and is so well-behaved that your dog life is pretty easy.

However there’s now a coat of black hair over just about everything in our place. Including a chair in the living room that she’s not allowed to sit on but does anyway when we are gone. We are also both sleep-deprived because she needs to be let out at ungodly hours of the morning. There’s also the licking. She especially loves to you lick when you are fresh out of the shower. Or in the middle of the night right across your forehead. I don’t even want to talk about the cleaning up after part either. It’s just too gross to even discuss.

I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining; this is pretty standard dog stuff. It’s not all long walks and chew toys. And like I said, she’s lovely and low key but she’s also, still a dog.

So while part of me is sad to see her go, another larger part of me is looking forward to having our routine back. Sleeping until the alarm goes off, smelling like my body wash instead of dog breath and sweeping up after my own pita chip crumbs.

It’s been lovely having you Gracie. You are welcome back anytime but just for visits.

Violet in Steve Madden Tuscaan

Hang Up Your Spurs. By violet

2010-08-12T21:36:00.000-07:00

J.P. and I have been talking about going to Spur since it opened. In fact, that was where we were going to go for J.P.’s last birthday but he changed his mind. I bet he wished he hadn’t.

But a few weeks ago on an impossibly nice Saturday afternoon, a few friends were hanging out on the patio at the Virigina Inn, drinking wine and mulling over our dinner options.

So I was pretty excited when we settled on Spur.

I took pictures of everything that we ate and hoped that I could show you all but one thing you should know about Spur is that it’s really (really) dark. Very few of my photos turned out, however I’m not going to hold this against them. Because we had an incredibly delicious meal.

Quick rundown of our selections

Parisian Gnocchi
parmesan.morels. peas.

Fried Oxtail Terrine
fresh garbonzo. chicory. shallot jam.

Pork Belly Sliders
nectarine mostarda. marjoram. champagne.

Lamb Tartare
heirloom tomato. shiso. egg yolk.

The Paraian gnocchi and fried oxtail were my favorite. The oxtail was recommended by our waiter and we were all glad that we took the recommendation as it became the highlight of our meal. Oh and there were house made cornnuts. Yeah. They were as good as they sound.

There was also a salad in there but the photo didn’t turn out and the salads on the menu didn’t ring any bells.

I was expecting a huge bill but everything was pretty reasonable prices (ranging from about 12 -27 dollars for entrees). Not so crazy that you couldn’t just head there on a random Saturday night. I should also mention that our service was great. Our server recommended great dishes and cocktails that were much appreciated.

So resounding recommendation for Spur.

That pretty much says it all

Violet in Enzo gladitors

Red Hook Movie Night. by violet

2010-08-11T12:38:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite things to do during the summer in Seattle is attend Red Hook’s Moonlight Cinema. For those of you who don’t know, Red Hook is arguably Washington’s best-known brewery. It was some of my favorite beer before I moved here and has become even more so since. Their main brewery facility is on the eastside, north of where I work in Bellevue. On Thursday nights during the summer they screen outdoor movies on their lawn.

Entry is $5 and beers are $4. You can bring in your own food but they sell and nice assortment of things there.

It tends to get pretty packed (the pic above was taken around 6:00 and the movie starts at 9:30) and the crowd varies by the movie. Movies like The Hangover are 21 and over and get a little more rowdy. Movies like The Sandlot, are open to all ages, the lines for beer are shorter and kids run around the lawn beforehand playing Frisbee.

The whole thing just screams summer. Sunny evenings that don’t get dark until after 9:00 p.m. Eating and drinking outside on the grass. Classic movies, some of my favorites screened have been Top Gun and Jaws.

So bring a blanket and bring a friend to experience one of Seattle’s summer gems.

The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake. By Violet

2010-08-04T12:07:00.000-07:00

I picked this book up while browsing at the bookstore earlier this summer. When the Daily Beast listed it as one of their best books of the year, I decided to give it a try.
I was fascinated by the premise of the book - a young girl discovers that she can taste the feelings of the person who has made her meal.

One great advantage I had with this book is I read it incredibly fast – I had an early afternoon off of work, a weekend at the beach and a long ferry line which pretty much took care of the entire book.

Amiee Bender has a refreshing writing style that is straightforward but uniquely captures moods, emotions and characters. One of my favorites was her description of Rose’s friends from school, they were “down-hill girls.” As if all of their lives they were just coasting with no real obstacles to overcome. The imagery is wonderful and you instantly get the impression that she is going for.

There was something about the beginning that made me think it was supposed to be set in the 50s or 60s. Maybe it was the necular family, the mother staying at home and the father off work every morning with dinner on the table when he returns. But the peppered in references to e-mail, medical TV dramas, leaf blowers and other modern amenities of life bring it crashing back into present day. It was jarring to constantly remind myself of the time, instead of just letting the scenes wash over me.

I was drawn into the story and the idea that the narrator could gather so much knowledge simply by eating a meal. What consequences would this have on her life? How would this change the relationships she had with her family? What advantages and disadvantages would this bring? What did this say about the role of food?

Much of my questions are explored but the story takes a strange and unexpected turn near the middle of the book. This strange shift of focus really took away from the central character and, what I thought, was the central idea of the book.

However, Bender’s writing kept me transfixed on the story. And even though I was unsure of where the story was headed it seems to wrap back around to the original themes bought up in the beginning.

But I still have an unsettled feeling about the novel. A co-worker asked if I would recommend it and I was stumped.

However, I will say this, I’m likely going to go back and read more of Amiee Bender’s work.

Violet in Seychelles Fiddle - distressed brown booties

Coming to Port. by violet

2010-07-28T20:42:00.000-07:00

One of the trends I have been loving this spring and summer is the return of the Sperry Top-Sider. Once reserved for preppy kids (like Steff from Pretty In Pink) and New England sailors has been adopted by hipsters from Brooklyn to Portland. I love when classic American pieces like this make a comeback. The hipsters have seen to it that Ray-Bans, plaid shirts, Levi’s, Converse and Fedoras have made their way back into the main stream once again.

Growing up, I was always attracted to the preppy look. The coolest kids in high school were the preps. Seriously it was the Outsiders, we had greasers too. So I have this strange nostalgia for it.

I’ve been trying to save pennies because J.P. and I will be attending five weddings between now and October, (oh, don’t worry my 7 bloggie friends, you will hear all about each and every one of them). But I could not resist buying a pair of Top-Siders as a flip flop alternative.

I went with the classic light brown to ensure I could wear them with most anything. So far I’ve stuck to wearing them with cuffed, boyfriend jeans with tanks and cardigans. But I’m thinking about branching out a little bit more – maybe with skirt for that ultra-preppy look. Or shorts and a plaid shirt for that dirty hipster look. The best accessory to pair with them? Ray-Bans, obviously.

Violet in black, peep toe Steve Madden

Last Minute. by violet

2010-07-26T21:56:00.000-07:00

I was having a very rough last week. I was so tired and out of it - forgetting things, making errors, sending e-mails with typos in them and generally being in a state of disarry.

When out of the blue, J.P. and I got an totally unexpected invitation out to a friend’s place on Whidbey Island. This, this, was just what I needed. The invitation alone pulled me out of the funk I had been in.

We picked up Bryan and Amy and boarded the ferry on Saturday afternoon out to the island. And you know how I feel about ferryboats.

The place was amazing – right on the beach. It’s a family place – I can’t even remember exactly how many different families were represented over the course of the weekend. And dogs, so many dogs.

There was beach volleyball, jet skiing, plenty of time for reading my wonderful book.

There were s’mores, cigars, cocktails and more food than any one person needs to eat.

It was tough to leave – and even tougher when one of the ferries broke down.

But, more importantly, I came back with a sun burn and a renewed outlook on life.

Thanks so much to the Chapman’s (and the other families who were around) for giving me exactly what I needed.

Violet in Sperry Top-Siders in Sahara

music monday. by orange

2010-07-25T21:19:00.000-07:00

This past weekend the husband and I went to go see one of his favorite artists Amos Lee at the Mural Amphitheater in the Seattle Center. Here is my favorite song from the set list:

Black River

A weekend. By violet

2010-07-19T21:39:00.000-07:00

It was a lovely weekend around Seattle this past weekend. And since the theme of the summer is busy, busy, busy, this weekend was no different. There was yoga, a visit to the Bite of Seattle, a walk around Discovery Park and a visit to an excellent burger joint.

I’m sure you will get to hear about all that but I want to talk about Friday. We got a few friends together, had dinner at Kushi Bar, saw Inception and hit up the Melrose Market for an after dinner drink.

It just so happened that J.P. had been there earlier today a delicious sandwich for lunch, so he suggested a darling little wine bar, Bar Ferd’nand.

First off, the Melrose Market is a cool little spot. It’s a lot like a miniature version of San Francisco’s ferry building. Along with a sandwich shop, there’s specialty meat and cheese shop, it’s the new home of Stika and Spruce. (And p.s. the cheese shop is called Calf & Kid. How awesome is that?) There’s also a record store and clothing boutique.

Since we came late night for wine most shops were closed. But given all the awesome, interesting shops and of course the great wine, I’m sure we will be back.

Second, Bar Ferd’nand is a great little spot. When I say little, I really mean little. But the market is open so it doesn’t feel cramped (that and there weren’t a lot of people there). The staff was very friendly and gave me a great recommendation for a reasonably priced glass of wine.

With so many places that are so loud that you can’t hear the person next to you talk. Or trying to be too cool for school, it’s nice to find a little gem like this.

Violet in Jessica Simpson Cody, brown, leather flats with brass toe buckle

music monday. by orange

2010-07-19T09:47:00.000-07:00

This song seems to be perfect for a Monday, somewhat gloomy Seattle morning. Enjoy!

Set Free - Katie Gray

How Does Your Garden Grow? by violet

2010-07-14T21:20:00.000-07:00

I come from a family of gardeners. My mom’s favorite thing to do is be outside in her yard talking to the flowers. My stepmom has started a vegetable garden and has a pretty green thumb. My grandfather used to fret over his tomato plants.

And me? Well, I’m lucky if I don’t kill a house plant right away. But I have always felt like gardening was in my genes and if I gave it a real shot I could be good at it. After I went with Melissa to a Do-It-Herself workshop at Home Depot, I got inspired. How great would it be to pick veggies out of your own front yard?

After some engineering on J.P.’s part (THANKS!), he built me a lovely bench to make our second story balcony my mini vegetable garden.

I went back Home Depot to pick up some supplies.

I was a little intimidated by the garden department. Even though I had my class under my belt, there’s something about being faced with actual plants with actual dirt to put them in that changes the game.

I tried to pay attention to the signs and the descriptions. I also heeded advice from other gardeners which was to grow foods that you like to eat. I picked out peppers, both green and red bell as well as jalapeno along with beefsteak and cherry tomatoes as well as some snap peas, just for good measure.

I’m more than a little excited about the whole thing. I’ve been obsessively checking the plants for the past few weeks. And the other day after work, I noticed this:

How amazing is that? I grew that!

I’m beginning to understand why my family is so into this gardening thing. A girl could get used to this.

Violet in my brand new Sperry Top-Siders in Sahara

orange must haves. by orange

2010-07-14T12:39:00.000-07:00

Once I like something, I rarely stray from it. This seems obvious...but sometimes I think i might take it a bit too far. For example if I find an entree that I like at a restaurant, I will likely continue to order it time and time and time again to not risk being disappointed by another choice on the menu. Yes it does limit me some...but hey at least I'm happy every time I leave that restaurant. I digress.

This summer - some favorites and/or staples for sunny weather have already become apparent - even though in Seattle we've really only had 10 days of summer so far (for those non-Seattlites...summer here does not start until July 5th).

Here are the orange must haves:

Ann Taylor Loft Slim Cargo Pant

currently $49.99 but can get 50% off online by entering Sale50 code!!

The husband can attest - I own these in multiple colors and wear them...alot.

Black on Orange Original Wayfarer by Ray Ban

umm...they make me feel like I'm still hip.

metallic silver flip flops by Gap

currently on sale!

marc by marc jacobs pretty nylon little tate tote

lightweight, bright, easy to carry and goes with just about anything

REI OXT Fleet Shorts 4in inseam

perfect for a match of tennis or a quick run. and they don't ride up in the middle - woo hoo!

music monday. by orange

2010-07-12T10:27:00.000-07:00

I heart Pandora. Especially when I discover new artists (to me) that I'm really excited about. These are the songs that made an appearance on Pandora last week that make me smile on this gloomy Seattle Monday.

Lenka - Trouble is a Friend

Dave Barnes - Little Lies

...hope you enjoy as well!