A Whirlwind Weekend in Portland

Upon arrival, a new, fired-up and glazed Theodore greeted me.

There was Meriwether's for a "farm to table" brunch (yes, they have a farm and garden) with Mami, Connie, and Jeanice.

There was color. Everywhere. I forgot just how many shades of green can dot a hillside.

There was coffee with Becki, who single-handedly ensured that, even in the remotest dust-covered parts of the Cambodian countryside, I will have a Lychee moisure mask and DIY manicure to pamper myself. Ha! There was shopping, but, alas, I forgot Odessa is closed Sundays.

There was a trip to Foster & Dobbs, where I hemmed and hawed about buying more truffle salt, and where I decided instead on cheese and preserves.

There were wedding festivities, attempted swing dancing and other shenanigans with friends leaving Portland to begin their residencies, and a botched up, albeit lovely, attempt at watching the sunrise from the aerial tram (who knew the clouds were so thick so as to blot out the sun?). There was melt-in-my-mouth-so-good Margherita pizza at Nostrana. There were hugs and words exchanged, cast-off issues of The New Yorker donated for my reading pleasure (thank you!), and bellowing laughter.

Let's be honest. I miss Portland terribly, so much that my heart still aches. But it will be there when I decide to return.

P.S. There were some decent Mayle and See by Chloe consignment finds, if anyone is interested.