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when the weather turns cold, i crank out the sewing projects. i have a few lined up, and one finished that i still need to photograph. slowly but surely, i will get things up. i blame the holidays and the anxiety they sprinkle. in the meantime, get a load of my new machine! as you may recall, my last machine kicked the bucket. after a week of repair, my dad and brother brought this singer over to me. it was my great grandma cardoza's, and lived in her seamstress shop that was here in san francisco. nobody but her was allowed to use it...
mmm... turkey day goes by so fast. i guess my lag in posting i can attribute to the holidays. thanksgiving snuck up on me this year, and i think christmas will probably do the same... so here are a few shots from my trip to portland, where we consumed our weight in food:paul and i in a plaid-off at kenny & zuke's, where the sandwiches are 'as big as your head.' i had the meatloaf sandwich, paul chose the classic reuben...
i can count myself among a fortunate few who have eaten at beast, a tiny french-american restaurant that is only (!) open for dinner wednesday through saturday- sunday has a four course brunch. and there are TWO TABLES. our meal there included brioche bread pudding with maple bourbon sauce and maple glazed bacon; beast hash- milk braised pork, delicata squash, apple, brussel sprout & market potato, poached farm egg with hollandaise...
contraband: granule-y chocolate bar from cocoa; shark print from land; photobooth pic taken at the ace...
me, myself, and i: last but not least, the crowning glory, my cozy sweater, from a vintage store somewhere on mississippi...
i was going through my archive of specially-saved fashion rags, and came across this harpers bazaar from 1998. mom would let me take/tear apart the photos after she had gone through them (scrapbooks are somewhere, stuffed with images of beaded galliano gowns and calvin klein ads with kate). i used to love bazaar, when liz tilberis was editor, and it seemed the only non-conde nast fashion mag that rivaled vogue. flipping through this periodical from ten years past (?!), i found many pencil skirts, simple shell tops, thick-heeled sandals, and minimal makeup. funny how relevant much of the style is to today's trends...
i love these sandals, and have since started browsing ebay in hopes of finding them.
a very young and fresh-faced maggie rizer.
my favorite part of course was this kate moss shoot, by mario sorrenti. the style is 30s/40s glam with lots of beading and sequins and tulle.
fun side note, she and mario dated...



more of these to come, i'll try not to go overboard, but i'm currently flipping through and bookmarking a vogue from 2000...
this weekend was lovely, starting with julian's first birthday, and ending with a day trip to occidental to eat at the best breakfast place on earth. howard's station is buried in the forest, past sebastopol, on the most scenic hour and a half drive ever. especially in the middle of autumn. paul and i are gung-ho about our breakfast foods. both days i wore my new southwestern jacket, which i finished by hand *shakes fist at broken machine*we shared the homemade granola/yogurt/fruit bowl; i had the belgian waffles with bluberries....
paul had the brown rice scramble with house potatoes, i'm getting that next time; their coffee aint shabby either
after breakfast, we visited my favorite vintage store, aubergine vintage emporium. i tried on a few things...
the dressing rooms have walls of hand-dyed lace curtains, and a rod iron and neon sign top.


in the end, i walked away with this slate gray wool dress, with black zig-zag detail down the front. a trick i learned, if you are afflicted with giant shoulders like myself (mine developed from years of swimming), to wriggle out of a tight-waisted dress such as this, pull the skirt up from the back, and pull over your head bowing forward slightly...
i capped the evening off with a little arts 'n' crafts snuggled up in front of my stereo.
**been wigging out to midlake's the trials of van occupanther**