We stepped right out of the J. Crew catalog.

Dear Ones,

For my June update, I have to admit that technically, what follows happened in July. But I'm not a legalist nor do I know anything about theology or philosophy so for the longest time I thought it was a major political party. Like, in this corner we have the Republicans, in that corner the Democrats, over there are the Legalists, and finally sitting over there pretending not to listen are those who will Mock Everything You Say, aka The Bloggers. Regardless, they were all invented by the devil to give people something to argue about.

My month began with a refreshing trip to the coast. Robin has wanted to go sailing since forever, in fact she's been sitting in the corner with her hand in the air yelling ME! ME! PICK ME! And so, for the 4th of July we road tripped the Olympic Peninsula to visit my aunt and uncle. Robin had never been sailing, this is just so EXCIIIITIIINNG AND OH MY GOSH I NEED BOAT SHOES!

Hello. We're going to Sequim, not Banana Republic. Chalk that one up to the fashion industry. (And in the interest of free entertainment and vindictive feelings, I almost didn't say anything.)

Despite living together for two years, we've only taken one trip together than didn't include anyone else, and it was a raging success. Some lady thought we stole her purse, and let me tell you, we are so not the ones to accuse of doing something like that, not when you made such a big deal of slinging it (and your bad perm) over your shoulder then marching your high-waisted denim getup to the other side of the bar. Such was our jet-setting, wannabe-roadies, I-think-we-missed-our-calling bit back in September. Good times.

Road trips and subsequent every-moment-in-one-anothers-presence is a different story entirely, but when all was said and done we decided it wasn't half bad. In fact we're going to start gauging all of our relationships based on whether or not we could survive the Amazing Race without killing each other. (Never mind the fact that we probably couldn't survive the Amazing Race despite each other, but that's not the point.)

So there we were, bobbing on the bay with our snacks and our tricked-out life vests. We threw out the crab pots and spent the next four hours drifting around the bay before making our way back. And while I'm not as high-maintenance as some, turns out I'm a total girl when it comes to things that crawl and snap then scream when you drop them into boiling water. Like so.


The following day was no less risky or dangerous, you see Robin got ahold of the fireworks. Assuming you're convinced, I'll move on to the next big thing which was A DAY IN BEAUTIFUL PORT ANGELES! We both wanted to find a coffee shop and sit. It took us awhile to locate what appeared to be the only one in town, after we'd mentioned our coffee craving to an antique store clerk and dropped the S word (Howard Hughes, that one's for you). She stood up straight and said OH THEM? WE'VE NOT HAD ONE OF THOSE SINCE... then she trailed off and I was all SINCE WHAT?? SINCE THE MANAGER OVERDOSED ON BREAKFAST BLEND AND NOW THE TOWN REVEREND HAS BANNED EVERYONE FROM DRINKING IT?! (SERIOUSLY, DOES THIS MEAN KEVIN BACON LIVES HERE??)


We found the Itty Bitty Buzz, but not after loading up on awesome antiques. NOTE: I have learned that most people do not think your awesome is at all awesome, and they will tell you so. I've gotten good at shrugging my shoulders and saying FINE WITH ME, which for some reason doesn't sit well with everyone. I don't understand this mindset, as I think the ability to agree to disagree is key to most relationships. I kind of want to say IT DOESN'T AFFECT YOU, WHY YOU DO CARE and most won't have a feasible answer, though God knows they'll try. My favorite? Joseph Smith says so. 


Where decor style is concerned, I am allowed to do my thing. I happen to love vintage, old, ugly, broken, dirty, and otherwise crappy stuff. It has so much character. I'm sure in twenty years you'll look at your grandparents and think so too. In my opinion (and isn't that all we are, big piles of opinions), the old-timers had it figured out. And I really hope that this isn't a generational thing that one day you look back on the 80's and say HEY LOOK, (insert "great" idea for use of retro stuff). Unless of course it involves a flamethrower. In which case, you can knock yourself out.


When all was said and done, we made it home in time to catch the local fireworks show from a downtown rooftop, which I don't condone because rooftops are a hazard, they're high off the ground and also, they are snake-infested. For reals. You don't mess with that shit.

As for my sweet decorating skills, I put them to good use when throwing your Aunt Molly's baby shower last weekend. She's having twin boys. It was a fabulous affair with lots of ooh's and aah's, individual mason-jar lemonades and tissue paper pom-poms. That last one, I learned, does not lend itself to working out your frustrations by 'making something'. But it's okay, they turned out great and I single-handedly provided the day's entertainment by walking into the sliding glass door. If you've ever done it then you know exactly what I mean. And if you've never done it, I will probably try to rig it so that you do. I love to laugh and as my kids it will be your job to bring me lots of laughter.


And to burn the 80's.


Love,
Me