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Sunday, February 15, 2015

saint valentine's tree







We spent Valentine's Day in one of my favorite Seattle neighborhoods. We did some light shopping, MAJOR burger eating and happened upon the prettiest pink tree adorned in lights and cupids and hearts and x's and o's.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

seamstress mice


Other than with the cashiers at the two stores I went to, I have spent the last 48 hours completely void of any face-to-face human interaction. Instead, I spent my weekend like Cinderella would - In the company of animals. One resident cat, one visiting dog, and the mice who have taken refuge in my ceiling. The sound of their tiny feet scurrying back and forth doesn't really bother me... I can't help but think of chubby little Gus Gus and the seamstress mice who made Cinderella that pink number with all the bows. Cuteness aside, I know mice can cause quite the damage while setting up shop in any newly claimed territory. That being said, I've contacted my landlord and a (hopefully humane) solution is in the works. If the mice were able to write a damage deposit check and sign a contract saying they'd stay stricly within the ceiling, I'd really have no problem with them staying there. A little light neighborly noise never bothered me anyways.

Tomorrow, bithday boy returns home from a work trip and a little Monday night celebration will definitely be taking place. 

Friday, February 6, 2015

happy birthday, josh


I am so happy, so lucky, to have you in my life! You have the biggest/melty heart of anyone I've ever known. Your hugs are little slice of heaven. I owe so much of my prized laughter to you! ...And somehow, wherever you go, your powerful presence is matched with the most perfect dose of humility.

We've gone in different directions, dated other people, done different things - And yet here we are, perfectly aligned at the simple age of 25.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

the worst/best kind of pang

As crazy as it sounds, I'm actually not totally hating Winter this year. But that didn't stop me from delving into my archives of Summer photos. And about 10 photos in I started to feel some major pangs of missing - which are the worst/best kind of pangs. The pang you feel when you miss something or someone is both a good and a bad feeling. It's bad because it hurts. But it's good because there's something of worth to be taken from the missing in and of itself.





Summer, I miss you. 

Friday, January 23, 2015

Sunday, January 11, 2015

a day downtown














A Sunday spent at the Seattle Art Museum and parousing Pike Place is a Sunday well spent. 

Weekend, you go by too fast.