|Why didn't I buy this white mod hat?|
Gosh, Portland, Oregon, sure is pretty in the Spring. The tulips, poppies, and dandelions, which are scattered on the front yards of all the old houses, are some of the most impressive I've seen, and the blooming cherry blossoms only added to the beauty. There were so many things that I loved about Portland - the amazing food (they are just about as obsessed with fried chicken as I am, and they have every type of food truck), the best record store ever: Mississippi Records (I loaded up!), karaoke 7 nights a week, a movie theater that serves food & alcoholic beverages (I finally got to watch Pina), affordable vintage clothing (I found a pair of 60s lavender chunky heel sandals and a pair of silver 70s disco pumps at House of Vintage for less than $20 a pair.), lots of big parks in the city (we visited Mt. Tabor), and friendly folks (the only jerk we encountered hailed from Echo Park, Los Angeles (go figure!)). It’s such a grand town, Pete and I are even considering moving to Southeast Portland one day. I also learned a new word: Shanghaied, Apparently, this was a real problem for Portland in the early days.
Outfit (60s velvet mini dress (hand me down from my friend Miro), 60s mohair sweater (hand me down from my friend Elliott), vintage sandals (thrifted).