Weekend at a Plantation

This weekend, I felt like I was living on a Southern plantation in the early 20th century, wandering around fields and lounging in royally decorated sitting rooms. And I suppose I kind of was. My family and the boyfriends went back to Virginia to visit with my mom’s family and celebrate my cousin’s wedding. On Thursday morning, I woke up shockingly early to catch a 5:30 a.m. flight to Charlotte, North Carolina. In Charlotte, we ate some Carolina pulled-pork sandwiches, boarded a little propellor plane that seated 50 people, and headed to our final destination of Lynchburg, Virginia. I was hoping to feel very Jackie O. climbing out of a little biplane onto the tarmac, but sadly, it was not that glamorous. We spent the evening looking at the family heirlooms that decorate my aunt’s house, getting a tour of downtown Lynchburg, and enjoying the chirping sounds of the Virginia forest.

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On Friday, we drove to Berry Hill, the site of my cousin’s wedding and the purpose of the trip. The whole place is so Virginia. It’s full of colonial antique furniture and art featuring presidents/Founding Fathers (they sure love Thomas Jefferson back there). Domenico, Emily, Tommy, and I spent the afternoon exploring the property. Especially notable was the family cemetery on the lot – the earliest birthdate we found dated back to the mid-18th century. Then a perfect Southern dinner at Molasses. It was Domenico and Tommy’s first time in the southeast, which made the experience all the more fun.

The next day was the day, but we made use of our morning and early afternoon. We woke up to a drizzly, grey morning, but figured, as desert-dwellers, we should take advantage of it. We went on a stroll to a boggy little lake, and while we were out there, the downpour started (hence Domenico’s Noah from the Notebook-ish look). Then a game of bocce ball, a tennis match, and a swim. Luckily, we cleaned up well for the wedding. The weather also made a good presentation, clearing up for the outdoor ceremony, which was lovely. The rest of the evening was spent chatting, and dancing, and drinking, and eating doughnuts with my cousins, who I too-rarely see.

Just a few days later we made the same trip back through Charlotte and home to Phoenix. It was so brief but sweet – I’m already missing that Southern charm.

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Sequins + Sunsets

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I continue to reminisce about my recent trip to Portland, wishing I was still amid all the greenness, delicious food, and lovely people. So it was nice to get these photos the other day from Ted, our official photographer of the vacation, a.k.a. Kaylie’s boyfriend. These were taken the evening we spent at some name-I-forgot lake. I wore an impractical sequined vintage top that I’d just found the day before, and Ted kindly offered to take some pictures of us/me.

Also, can I just note how perfectly my top matched the sunset, particularly in that last one? The sequins made me feel a little less outdoorsy, but at least the colors were appropriate.

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From PHX to PDX, With Love

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I just got home from a week-long trip with two of my besties, but my mind isn’t ready to be back yet. The morning after the final day of my summer internship, we packed up Kaylie’s car and drove 12 hours up to Berkeley. Amazingly, we packed San Francisco into one day before taking on another 10 hours in the car and arriving at Kaylie’s sweet new home in Portland.

It was such a happy week, and there’s really too much to pack into a single post. So here are some of my personal highlights.

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1. Eating so much delicious food. Of course, we had to get Voodoo Doughnuts, but the real star of the donut show was Blue Star Donuts. I also had the best ice cream of my life at Salt & Straw. We celebrated our final day by getting brunch at my favorite restaurant: Screen Door. Just look at that tower of sweet potato waffles and chicken. I think I need to go on a vegetarian cleanse after all of that.

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2. Playing vintage arcade games at Musée Mécanique. Domenico and I visited this arcade when we were in San Francisco in May, and it’s definitely my favorite part of Fisherman’s Wharf.

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3. Going to lovely vintage and craft shops. There are just two many to name. Nearly every block, we were ducking into a new boutique or antique store or yarn shop. I brought far too much of it home with me.

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4. Enjoying the beauty and perfect quirkiness of Portland. Of course, Oregon is gorgeous and green, especially to an Arizona girl like me. We got to really enjoy the outdoors on a 6-mile hike around Multnomah Falls. The city itself is so unique, too. Just look at those bricks – they’re coated in glitter. Where else but Portland would you see that?

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5. Sitting in parks with my cute friends. One of these parks was the Rose Gardens, where we ate a picnic of bread, goat cheese, berries, and cherry tomatoes from the farmer’s market. We also spent one evening at a little lake where we sat on a pier, ate leftover Vietnamese food, talked, took pictures, and went for an impromptu swim. Later, we all decided that simple evening was our favorite part of the trip.