My girlfriends and I escaped the bustle of the city for a little piece of heaven this weekend. Emily’s co-worker rents out this little Oceanside sanctuary, about 9 miles from Tillamook, Oregon, and was gracious enough to let us borrow it for the weekend. The place was seriously stunning. In fact, I wanted to just pick it up and plop it right in the city and call it home. We immediately settled in, aka, popped open a bottle of wine.
I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately and haven’t been feeling quite like myself. A getaway to a secluded, beautiful and reception-free cabin with my best girlfriends and all the wine available at the Tillamook grocery store was just what the doctor ordered. Below are some pictures of the house itself. I’ll share more pics from the trip later this week. I went a little trigger-happy!
Seriously, this tub.
I attempted to help build the fire but you see that little piece of wood in the corner…that’s what I handed Catherine to start to fire. She had me go open the wine.
Oh, and we had these little monsters with us. I can’t even describe how happy they made me. Puppy fever – high alert. More puppy cuteness to come.
Okay, confession time. I’m a bit of a nerd. And by the title of this post you can probably guess that I love Harry Potter. Yes, I’m the girl who wishes magic was real. Judge away.
My sister and I checked off something on our bucket list last month and ventured to the sunny and muggy state of Florida to witness the majesty of Harry Potter World itself. I’ll let the pictures tell the story but let’s just say that you will feel it’s as magical as you think and butter beer really does taste as good as you imagined it would.
P.S. Sorry for the ridiculous number of photos. I just wanted to give you the full experience ;).
Three Broomsticks Pub and the entrance of Hogsmeade VillageArrived as soon as the doors opened!
Flirting with the conductor of Hogwarts Express. Obviously.
Forced on the Dragon Challenge roller coaster. If you plan to ride this, the red one is way more rad. It had the spins and almost vomited on the British man next to me.
Inside Dumbledore’s Office
Only thing that would’ve made Butterbeer better would have been a shot of rum.
Obviously a Hufflepuff but a wannabe Ravenclaw.
I can hardly believe I am currently jetting off to celebrate my baby sister’s graduation. Since when was she even old enough to be out of her diaper? It is amazing how quickly the time has gone and even more amazing to see the woman she has grown up to be. I think you always think of your siblings as those bratty, pesky, tag-alongs. The ones who fart in your face when you’re trying to sleep, speak loudly at you when you are hungover, fight you for the last piece of pizza, steal your favorite shirt when you want to wear it, and pick up the phone constantly while you are talking to your crush. It is hard to think of them as a grown up: someone who is capable of talking to adults as a peer, be admired for their skills, or rising to the top of a corporate empire. But alas they do grow up and they go on to blaze their unique trails of glory.
I am so proud of her accomplishments both on paper and in her personal development. She has grown up to be an incredibly strong-willed woman who gives 110% of herself to her passions. But perhaps more importantly, she is a kind, generous, loyal, free-spirited woman who is loved and admired by so many, including her big sister. I give her a lot of shit and most days I am too hard on her. But I do this because I believe she is more capable than she even knows. We all need someone to push us like that, right? Someone who pushes us to be the best version of ourselves? Well, that’s the story I’m sticking with!
So as we celebrate her achievements this week and send her off to take her first steps into the real world, I thought I would share a few things I wish I had known in my first year as a “big kid.”
- Be good to your body. It won’t always be so easy to rebound after a bit of abuse.
- Invest in a nice little black dress – one that you can wear on a date or a meeting with your boss.
- Don’t compare yourself to others. Uniqueness is a gift, don’t waste it.
- Success is defined by your own happiness. If you have achieved happiness in your life then you are a successful person.
- SAVE! You’ll never have enough money and it’ll never feel like a good time. But I promise it’ll be worth it to start saving early. Seriously, do it now.
- Do one thing every day for yourself.
- Be spontaneous. One day, this luxury won’t be possible so take full advantage.
- Spend time with your friends. Not just when you can fit it in. Make time for them. They are your salvation.
- Keep reading. Just because you aren’t in school anymore doesn’t mean your education is over. The good stuff is just beginning. Now you get to read whatever you want!
- Love yourself. It is the only way to make room for someone else to love you too.
Hope everyone had a lovely weekend! Mine was packed full of happy activities in the sun including a very successful trip to West Elm, a birthday party at the Nines and an intimate family dinner for my birthday. Oh and if you were wondering how my “me” day was…it was fabulous. Arguably the best “me” day ever known to man. Seriously. I also managed to find a little time while soaking in the rays to finally post about my trip to Alaska!!
It has been nearly a month since I stepped foot off the jet and into a haven of snow-capped mountains. The state has experienced one the snowiest winters on record. Anchorage’s streets were fluffed with white powdered snow and soft snowflakes landed on my tongue every time I opened my mouth. It was truly a magical place.
The town was bustling with tourists and locals flooding in to see the opening ceremonies of the Iditarod. My co-workers and I layered up with our sexy snow boots and parkas to brave the freezing temps and walk around to see the competitors line up to start race day. I imagined the streets would be lined with fluffy huskies happily being petted by the gawking spectators. Far from it. These huskies were thin, athletic and very anxious to take off. Their howling enthusiasm was at times deafening as they waited, tied up, to finally line up and approach the start line. We walked miles down the start line watching the dogs be drugged tested, fed lots of delicious protein in the form of fish heads, and photographed to death by hundreds of spectators.
It was truly a remarkable trip both professionally and personally. I learned a ton about Alaskan culture including the fact that you can’t go to an event without the proper headdress. See below. I cannot wait to return to the snowy state…keeping my fingers cross that it won’t be too long from now!
Oh, how much I wish I was back basking in the 80 degree weather. We didn’t do much more than lounge around in the sun, although I have a pathetic excuse of a tan to show for it. It must have been my paranoid attempts to not get sunburned. Okay, and we shopped. A lot. I made dinner one night for the kids – I turn into such a mama bear when I’m around my sister’s friends. And no one got food poisoning! See Mom, I’m getting better :). We dined at a few new spots (to me) like here and here. And went to some favorites like here. Twice. And we fit in a couple more things that have little pictures attach to it. See below. Thanks to my sissy and her bestie for hosting me. Next time I go to Arizona it’ll be the wee one’s graduation! Oh, how the time flies. I can’t believe I have a baby sister old enough to be done with college. I guess that means I must accept the fact that I may be becoming officially…old.
We went on a short hike. The dog got tired so we had to turn around. Okay, fine. It was me.
We dined at our traditional brunch spot. Yes, I have traditions in my little desert haven! I had the best eggs benedict. Ever. Al had french toast. Also the best. Ever.
And we put on our cute new dresses (me in a skirt) and went for a windy walk. I had one too many Marilyn moments including one incident where my hat flew into the street into oncoming traffic. Naturally, I yelled for my sister to go grab it.
We got cupcakes at this heavenly place. Try the cotton candy if you ever go. I’m not joking. It isn’t just for 5-year-olds.
Oh, and I took a ridiculous number of pictures of my little nephew. I’m not a little dog person but how can you not love this face?!!
Thanks again for having me sissy!!