This week I stopped in Portland on my way to see Iva Jean and Babecycle. About ten years ago, I lived in Portland. I have so many fond memories of its pretty neighborhoods. That's where I fell in love with riding my bike.
My dad still lives there. And he's very generous to let me store my old clothes in his guest bedroom. Going through my old closet is almost like flipping through a scrapbook.
My helmet is by Giro. This dress is one of the very first pieces that I made entirely from scratch. Including the design and the pattern! It's long story, but this dress was born in Honolulu over 13 years ago.
Like, if this little rose-printed cotton number were a person, she would probably have her own Instagram account. (And probably be really angsty about having been abandoned in a closet by her mom for many years.)
Portland really is living the dream of the nineties. So the best thing to wear with a cute floral dress is a pair of combat boots. Obviously.
When I was 15, I begged my parents to get me these pole climbers for Christmas. They were so expensive, I offered to pay a third of the cost myself, just so I could take them home.
When the sun shines in Portland, it's incredibly pretty. There are so many gorgeous growing things.
During my visit, it seemed like entire blocks along the bike route were carpeted with blossoms.