A Weekend Getaway

Bryce and I went on a little weekend getaway up to Portland.

My mother in law is always so willing to come and watch the kids so that we can have some time together as a couple.

It’s so nice.

We ate at food trucks, tried out an artisan ice cream shop, wandered around the endlessness that is IKEA, found a local salvage place, and generally enjoyed the rare phenomenon that is alone time.

And by alone time I mean listening to real music on the radio without a running objection to whatever is decided on and the absence of a fry graveyard under the table when we finally get up to leave the table at a restaurant.

On Saturday we went to an antiques fair.

There is a ridiculous amount of junk out there.

It’s astounding, really.

And as such, I feel it is my civic responsibility to re-home some of it.

A scale.

I wish scales could weigh themselves.

This thing is a beast and yet the prettiest green color.

See you can be strong and beautiful at the same time.

{And rusty and have a dated name like health-o-meter…}

 

And a collapsible, wire laundry basket.

Once upon a time I saw one of these at an estate sale.

And my mom talked me out of getting it.

And I knew right then and there that your mother isn’t always right.

So, I’ve been searching for and wanting one ever since.

 

Vintage wool letterman’s jacket, sans the letter. 

It’s the most wonderful green.

And it fits perfectly.

And this beauty.

Here in Oregon we take our recycling seriously, and now we get to do it in style.

Industrial clock.

Ok, I hesitate to share these boys with you.

I don’t want you to think that I’m now collecting gnomes.

Because I happened to mention them one time.

And with all the things that I’ve shared this is the only thing that has ever stuck out about me.

“She must collect gnomes.”

And then you commence to purchase - in large quantities - every single gnome you come across on your ventures to the dollar store, dollar general, or dollar tree.

Please, I am not collecting gnomes.

I just wanted two vintage ones to watch over the garden.

 

 

 

 

Guys, and this.

New in the container.

It’s like a party in a box!

I am now able to “add gayety to all festivities”….

whether I’m hosting a lawn party or barbecue, or a get together in a recreation room or finished basement.

I have to admit the boat bit has me a little confused.

Do boats have plug ins?

Especially ones from the ‘50s?

 

 

And in other news, this girls can sport pigtails and look good doing it.

 

Reading on the porch.

Singing songs.

 

One last thing, if you’ve made it this far through the post, you’re a true friend so I feel perfectly at ease asking you to vote for my brother.

Well, it’s mainly for his wife. 

They’re trying to win trip to Hawaii. 

Granted I never hear from him unless he needs something….but I was promised some Macadamia nuts if he won.

Which is not as awesome as a pineapple but there seems to be some discussion about whether or not that would make it back to the states. 

The competition is about closed so you only have to vote this one time. 

Let’s do it for the nuts.

Here’s the link: http://bit.ly/2fdVNsN

Katie