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Portland Weather Report

2012-01-23T19:43:00.000-06:00

Prior to moving to Portland, I was under the impression that it didn't snow, and if it did, it happened infrequently. Well, that was true, but the snow aftermath is not something I anticipated.

Gerry and I had some laughs as the local meteorologist touted ominous predictions of 4 inches as if we would be snowed in or something. Although the snow was exactly what Gerry and I imagined, laughable at best, it was followed by a week of slushy, gloomy, hellacious rainy-death weather. It snowed for ten minutes, looked pretty for twenty minutes, then pouring rain, flooding, repeat. I guess the joke was somewhat on us. I'm not saying that Chicago winters are a pleasant walk in the park, but my grade on Portland's winter is a big F. No one in this city knows how to drive, so rainy morning commutes make my blood pressure rise. Maybe I'll get used to it, but for now I'm feeling a bit jilted by my dream living location. Apparently another storm is on the way, and all I've got are thoughts of August weekends on my mind. Gimme more of this:

Columbia River, I can't wait til we meet again.

Back to reality, last weekend Ger and I happened to be out during the ten minutes when snow was on the ground, and we stopped at the local park for some picture-taking before heading to a brewfest.

I've worn these boots every day for a week. Perfect for the rainy days.

Cardigan Target / Blouse Eddie Bauer / Jeggings LB / Boots Macy's / Purse vintage Coach via Arizona Trading Company / Scarf Abercrombie & Fitch

I bought this scarf in high school when all my cool friends were shopping at A&F, and I wanted to be cool too. Too fat for the store's clothes, I went for an accessory. This scarf has proven to be a great investment (doubtfully the case of those ever-present graphic T's, amirite?). It's super long, and keeps me very warm.

Gerry won us free admission to the Buckman-Kerns Brewfest at East Burn. He replied to a post on PDX Pipeline. We got to sample a few beers and keep the pint glasses. Plus there were cheap snacks and quarter skeeball. $3 dollar date? Can't beat that! The East Burn basement was a place I'd like to frequent again.

tofu, poblano & kale enchilada bake

2012-01-10T00:10:00.000-06:00

I'm excited to share this original recipe with you, friends! I came up with this recipe a few months ago when Gerry and I had Rachele & her hubs over for dinner. Rachele is a vegetarian, and I wanted to challenge myself to make something flavorful and interesting. I made it again last night with a few tweaks, and I thought I'd share it with you.

The tofu marinates in chimichurri, a bright green South American sauce that pairs well with all grilled meats, and tastes phenomenal when drizzled on tacos. I love all the different shades of green that are added into this recipe. Broiling the peppers really brings out their flavors, and kale makes for a great bite. In the summer months, I think adding zucchini would further enhance the texture. I layer this like lasagna because tortillas break every time I try to make conventional enchiladas, but if you have the magic touch, I say go for it. Then report back to me about how to prevent breakage.

Ingredients
15-18 corn tortillas (I lay four down, then rip a fifth in half vertically to cover the 9x13 pan)
1 28 oz. can of green enchilada sauce
1 lb. extra firm tofu, cubed
1 large bunch of kale (about 8 leaves), ripped into bite-size pieces
2 poblano peppers, seeded and halved
1 jalapeño
1/2 cup red onion, chopped
1 4 oz. can chopped green chilies
1/4 teaspoon cumin
1 1/2 cup shredded pepper jack cheese (or any southwest blend)

for the chimichurri
6 medium garlic cloves
1/4 cup parsley, packed loosely
1 cup cilantro, packed loosely
1 tablespoon white balsamic
juice of half a lime (+ a pinch of zest)
1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
salt & pepper to taste
roughly 1/3 cup extra virgin olive oil

toppings
sliced avocado
chopped green onions
sour cream

Start by combining all the ingredients for the chimichurri, and blending in a food processor until smooth. Cater the seasonings to your own tastes. It should be garlicky, acidic, fresh and a little spicy. I always err on the side of less citrus then add more. Same with salt. Pour it on top of the tofu, and let it marinate in the refrigerator for several hours. The longer the better, but 3 hours should do it.

Dip your finger in, and see what you think.

Once it's time to get cooking, turn on your broiler. Flatten the poblanos on a foil-lined broiler pan and broil the jalapeño whole. You want the peppers to get fairly black. Poblanos will be done after about 5 minutes, but the jalapeño will need to be rotated and charred for additional time. As the peppers char, place them in a sealed ziploc bag to sweat for 10 minutes, or until it's easy to peel the skins.

Gerry is the designated pepper peeler. He said it's pretty easy. Once you've peeled the peppers, cut the poblanos into large chunks, and chop the jalapeño finely. It is your call whether to seed or not seed the jalapeño We half-seeded for medium spicy enchiladas.

While your peppers broil, you can rinse and blanche the kale in salted boiling water for 1-2 minutes so it gets tender. Drain in a colander.

In a lightly oiled large skillet, sauté the chopped onions and chilies until tender, and season with cumin. Next add the kale, peppers and tofu. Salt & pepper to taste.

If there appears to be too much liquid, dust with a tablespoon or two of flour.

Preheat the oven to 350. Begin assembling by spreading a light layer of enchilada sauce on the bottom of the pan. Lay down the 5 to 6 tortillas, and top with the mixture. Sprinkle with cheese and repeat: sauce, tortillas, mixture.

Then tortillas, sauce, and cheese. Pop it in the oven for 20-25 minutes, or until the edges get bubbly. I like to broil for a couple minutes at the end so the cheese browns.

Top with slices of avocado, green onions and sour cream. Pat yourself on the back.

In 2012.

2012-01-09T00:59:00.000-06:00

I like making New Year's Resolutions. I think it's a good time to assess the past year, and determine what should change. Looking back at last year's resolutions, I did a decent job. I still never wear lipstick, and I definitely haven't been keeping up with my hair, but I knocked out some biggies like moving to Portland and living in sin. I still haven't gotten into a career, but I'm a hell of a lot closer than I was a year ago, and for that I feel good. I look at resolutions as optimal goals, but I feel pretty lax about it. I'm going to try hard not to be lax about my first goal...

Financial Responsibility

So turns out moving across the country and being unemployed for a few months can really deplete a savings account. A bummer for sure, but no regrets. I'm ready to challenge myself again to work more and be as frugal as I can. I got a second job to help facilitate this goal. I enrolled in the 401K program now that I'm eligible. Gerry has put together a spread sheet so we can track our expenses. I'm gonna read this book Gerry's sister gave us before we moved:

Sunday night; looking like a goober

When I was initially thinking about a number, I thought $5000. I'd love to be able to save that, but times are different now than they used to be. I have more bills and I'm making less money than I was in Illinois. I think $3000 is an ambitious, but possible goal. So I'm going to shoot for it. I would also like to pay off bullshit medical bills, and significantly lower my credit card debt. I had $0 credit card debt before we moved, but not anymore. Like I said, I got a second job to finance the goal, so I am feeling good about this. Gerry and I caught Suze Orman on some PBS special the other night and she said something about how "Saving needs to feel better than spending." Tough pill to swallow, wouldn't you say?

Watch less TV

I think we are going to cancel cable. I dunno though, guys. I love the escapism, particularly with reality TV. I love my DVR. But I hate being such a couch potato. I hate how much time I waste. I think it could be a nice change of pace to just turn it off. We'd save roughly $80 a month! We could get a couple magazine subscriptions, and a Hulu and/or Netflix account. I think by watching less TV we would play more board games, have more sex, read more, and I'd probably blog more. Again though, I haven't decided. I might just try to actively cut back. Have any of you gone from lifelong cable TV watchers to canceling? Did all hell break loose?

Explore Portland (and Oregon) more extensively

When we got broke, we got boring. It doesn't have to be that way. I didn't move across the country to stay inside. There's plenty to do without spending a bunch of money. Gerry and I went to Tryon Creek State Park today. Oregon is beautiful, and I feel so much better about life when I'm enjoying it. I really want to make it to the Southern Oregon coast and Crater Lake this summer, as well as check out Mt. Hood and more state parks---there are tons of them.

roots to a fallen tree we saw today

Be more respectful to Gerry

We spend most of our time happy, and in love, but too often I loose my temper. I loose my temper over insignificant details. I run my mouth too much, and act unkindly more than I'd like. He doesn't deserve me taking my stress out on him.

Make some friends

I'm thinking about actively looking into some things on meetup.com. I'm hoping my new job might pave the way for some friendships, too. Working in restaurants has helped spawn friendships for me in the past. How do adult women make friends?

Skype more with my mom & keep in touch w/ friends

I don't take into consideration how hard this move was for my mom. She actually expressed her sadness about it to me tonight. She's my mom, and I'm her baby across the country. Gotta stay connected. Same goes for staying in touch with friends, too. Everyone's busy, but I know my friends and I are important to each other. It's easy to pick right back up where we left off, but why not just try to stay close? I can be pretty bad at this; I want to be better.

Any resolutions you'd like to share? I'd love to hear what you're planning for the year.

11th Annual Friendsgiving

2012-01-07T15:17:00.000-06:00

While I was home, we were able to get together for Friendsgiving! It is my favorite holiday of all-time, and I'm so glad I was in town to attend. Being able to sit around a large dining table with your longtime BFFs feels amazing. It seems like each year the attendees list gets smaller and smaller as everyone's lives get more hectic. I hope this tradition never ends though because it's my favorite party of the year!

When we got home, I had Gerry take pictures of my outfit. Not bad for a night of drinking til 3 am.

Top & Skirt LB / Booties Eddie Bauer / Earrings Avenue

My mom got me this skirt for Christmas, and I love it. It's on sale right now, and I'm tempted to go buy it in black.

Always a Week Behind: A Christmas Post

2012-01-03T22:32:00.000-06:00

I'm pretty amazed by how many bloggers make time to blog so much around the holidays. To be honest, I get kind of judgey about it like, "Why are you blogging instead of eating copious amounts of cheese-stuffed appetizers and drinking with friends until the wee hours?" I'm sure it's better time management skills on their parts, and envy on mine... really though, I don't get it. I haven't blogged any of my blessed holiday events because I was a busy bee while I was home. I felt like I was bouncing from one family/friend/future family-in-law event to the next--- always making sure to eat or drink every savory, sweet and glass of wine offered along the way. It was a well-needed trip home to see (almost) everybody I missed so dearly. I'm going to share some photos from Christmas in this post with Friendsgiving and New Year's Resolutions to follow later in the week. Yippee!!!

On Thursday, December 22, Gerry and I celebrated Christmas together alone in our apartment. I made the most delicious pork I've ever roasted (Recipe Here), then Gerry built us a fire, we exchanged gifts while listening to Christmas music, and rounded out the night with a little Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. Perfect.

I marinated the pork for 24+ hours this time. And now I always will.

FYI, I wore that outfit to work that day. Gerry changed after work. (adorable) Nerd alert.

our baby tree.

Barefoot Contessa is my culinary heroine. She's so classy. Everything in this cookbook sounds amazing, and seems accessible to the everyday home cook / hostess w. the mostest.

Then Gerry gave me mitten paws ornaments, and I got weepy because that's how I roll. He's the sweetest boy.

Here are also a few photos of Christmas Day and Day-After-Christmas Brunch at my aunt's house.

This might just be my favorite Dixie picture. She wants help opening her gift. I was telling her to use her paws.

Delilah LOVES her tunnel. She was in it all week, and I'm betting she still is.

It was fantastic to be home for Christmas. I felt really lucky to be able to go home one last time (my parents are moving this month). Hope everyone reading this had a great holiday season as well.

Now that the holidays are over, do you feel sad or relieved? I'm kinda bumming. What's the point of winter after Christmas?

(The End of) Our Big Fat American Road Trip [X]

2011-12-26T19:50:00.000-06:00

I've procrastinated the last post because I'm going to miss revisiting these memories so regularly. It's been really fun to share our travels. Obviously, it was much more than just a vacation; it was an unbelievable journey to our new home. I appreciate all those who have patiently appreciated these posts as they trickle in.

We travelled to our final destination from Boise.

The drive through Eastern Oregon is very pretty along the Columbia River.

I love thinking about how hopeful we were driving into our new city; just so much to anticipate. Here is Gerry looking "excited".

Thanks so much for reading about our journey/the time of our lives!

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [IX]

2011-12-18T02:14:00.000-06:00

Instead of taking the most direct route to our hotel in Boise, we decided to take the scenic byway on highway 20. Beautiful decision.

Along highway 20 is Craters of the Moon national park, a place created as a result of volcanic eruptions that occurred 15,000 years ago with the most recent activity about 2000 years ago. I had never heard of this place, and it was eye-opening to find out about its existence.

These trees had all these branches called "witches brooms" that occur on the tree as a result of a parasite. So apocalyptic and creepy.

I didn't take any pictures in Boise. We got in late, and found a great happy hour. We stayed in a historic hotel downtown that was over 100 years old. Damn me for not capturing it, but Boise is a really cool city, and it's super inexpensive! Total traveling plus.

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [VIII]

2011-12-17T00:32:00.000-06:00

It's another one of these! I know I've stretched them out over a long period of time, but to refresh your memory, we had stayed an extra day in Yellowstone because of its amazingness. The next morning, it was time to head to Boise. Before we could leave West Yellowstone, we wanted to go to the Grizzly & Wolf Discovery Center. The wolves were very sleepy because it was a hot morning, but the bears were something else! We watched a brother and sister eat, play and show off.

I love watching animals use their paws. <3

In keeping with the theme of the trip, we got a much later start toward Boise than planned, but it was worth it. Also, the drive from Yellowstone to Boise wasn't quite as far as in previous days.

Look at where the high school graduating classes make their mark.

I thought the drive through Idaho was one of the more beautiful of the trip. I'm going to try to post the second stop of that day tomorrow.

Company Christmas Party

2011-12-06T23:23:00.001-06:00

Suggested soundtrack - Jackson by Johnny Cash and June Carter

Saturday night was the company Christmas party! It was so, so, so much fun!!! I work in a very laid-back, liberal environment with a lot of people my age. The Christmas party was at a (open) bar with karaoke. Nearly everyone I work with is a musician, so it's cool to watch natural performers karaoke. Gerry fed me enough shots to agree to sing "Jackson" with him despite not knowing all the words. We went outside and listened to the YouTube version a few times until I felt comfortable, but then when it was time to sing the version was all hacked up! So we had to improvise a little, but alls well that ends well. We ended up staying a long time and singing again when barely anyone was there. I got to sing "Because the Night" by Patti Smith, a song I've been practicing in my car for months. Glad I got to bring it to the stage for a debut! It was a blast, and I think I'd really like to do more karaoke in the future.

On to the outfit. It's very rare that I have an outfit post that is all "Look at my new stuff!", mostly because I rarely buy new stuff these days, but I indulged in sales and gift cards.

Sweater & Jeggings LB / Booties Eddie Bauer / Earrings Gift / Ring Le Mode / Grandma's wedding band

I love my new booties!

Last Christmas Gerry bought me some stuff from an Eddie Bauer outlet that really wasn't my style, and when I returned it, they handed me a credit worth way more than he paid (he later informed me). The credit + 25% off sale + free shipping = $4 for me.

I also had a Lane Bryant gift card from my birthday, so I took advantage of their 50% off Black Friday sales (Black Week, really. I went Wednesday). I love this oversized sweater. It's also my first time intentionally buying short pants, but I was due. I was so happy with the fit of these jeggings when I tried them on, but I feel pretty disappointed after having worn them for awhile. They stretch out after a few hours. I'm going to have to wash them too often, which will obviously lead to them falling apart faster. I never have luck with pants at LB. Maybe I should have sized down.

Tomorrow is Gerry's and my anniversary. Two years. We don't have too much planned, and we're not doing presents this year. We're gonna eat chimmichurri-marinated steak tacos and then go look at Christmas lights. I wish we had the money to go to a hotel for the weekend in Seattle or the Coast. Maybe later in the year after I make money, money. I'm so happy though. We've been calling this our love week. <3

The Last of Fall

2011-12-05T21:54:00.000-06:00

Here's an outfit post from Mid-October. It's back when I was still "dressing up" for work; something that has gone by the wayside in the past month. It's all jeans, cardigans and scarves lately.

Shirt, Sweater & Belt Target / Skirt Gap / Boots Macy's / Socks Thrift / Jacket Old Navy / Scarf Gift

Guys, my favorite socks are falling apart. They're a one-of-a-kind thrifted find. I'm going to be devastated when they wear all the way through.

Things are getting busy around here. I started a second job the same week my company announced mandatory overtime through December. I'm feeling like time at home puts me in total hibernation mode. Trying to make more money and snuggling are my only priorities at the moment. I can't wait til Christmas when I can go home! It's keeping me going.

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [VII]

2011-11-29T22:26:00.003-06:00

After our long exciting day, Gerry and I felt like we needed more. There is just so much to see, and Yellowstone is enormous. It's over 3,000 square miles! So we spur of the moment decided to extend our trip to go back a second day. The second day was overall really fun, but I had some weird wardrobe malfunctions. Windy day+skirt= no go. I also made some poor footwear decisions, so I was kind of crabby for part of the day. We still had a great time, and one of the most serious laughing attacks of the whole trip. Very photo-heavy post ahead, and beware there's a gross picture of my Yellowstone "injury" at the end. =)

Check out the Elk Party.

So after whining excessively about my shoes giving me blisters, I put flip-flops on and we headed to look at the petrified tree. On the way I stubbed my toe resulting in the most intensely chipped toenail of all day? Naturally I took a picture, wanna see? It was pretty intense, and it made Gerry and I die laughing. We've determined no one has weirder problems than me.

I suppose you can also note the blister. Sorry, I know most bloggers don't show off their nasty feet, but I'm shameless and I thought it was grossly amazing although it may be TMI.

the petrified tree.

Smooches!

I thought wearing a second skirt might help the windy-blowing problem. It didn't; just made me look silly. I wish I could take it off in this picture, but I still like it.

Tights & Flats

2011-11-28T22:49:00.000-06:00

Aren't you impressed with the blogging blitz? My main squeeze has been out of town. In the absence of snuggling, I turn to dating my blog. I was really behind, so it's definitely a good thing. I'm allowed to wear whatever I want to work. Most of the time I'm pretty casual, this is a little more "office".

Cardigan, Blouse & Tights Target / Wrinkly Skirt LB/ Necklace & Belt Thrift / Shoes Nine West (Macy's)

I have no idea how I haven't blogged these flats before, but I love them. I definitely find them hard to style. Still haven't found the perfect dress to wear with them, so I usually wear them with jeans or how I've styled them here.

Also, I really like the way these Target (Merona) tights fit. I actually weigh more than the suggested maximum and they are right on the cusp of being too small, but luckily fit nicely (so long as I don't gain a few pounds). I love that they don't have reenforced thighs, and don't get bunchy around the ankles (the reason I've never ordered from We <3 Colors). Unfortunately, they rip pretty easily in the crotch. If I'm being real with you, I always save the packaging and receipt, and return them if they rip after the first couple wears. Question my ethics if you like, but I think purchases should be able to withstand more than that. Target's return policy is pretty liberal, and I never have problems. I do the same thing with Assets brand, which really should be higher quality considering the price tag.

How long do you expect tights to last?

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [VI]

2011-11-27T22:32:00.000-06:00

It's been awhile since one of these! I still have a lot of pictures left though. To pick up from where I left off a month ago, Gerry and I went straight from the picturesque Tetons to the fascinating, seemingly-endless Yellowstone National Park. I'm not much of an outdoorsy girl, but everything there is so interesting. Just a one-of-a-kind place.

Old Faithful

Amazing.

Autumn Uniform

2011-11-27T01:28:00.000-06:00

Suggested soundtrack - Black Cab by Black Tambourine

I just adore this. Shoegazy, dream pop greatness.

So, apparently I haven't posted an outfit since my birthday. Did you guys know that? Yikes! I've had several outfits on my camera, and then I thought my camera was broken because it wouldn't turn on when I put "new" batteries in it. Did you guys know that rechargeable batteries stop working? I didn't, what a crock! After realizing that, I bought some dollar store batteries, and it still didn't work! That's when I kinda started to freak. But then I bought legit, new ones, and bingo! Back in business.

Cardigan & Tights Target / Dress Old Navy / Scarf Thrift / Belt LB / Boots Macy's

I really must be honest: this outfit is old. I've just never blogged it. I've been wearing a variation of this outfit revolving around this plain, colorblock dress for more than two years. For awhile, it was my first date outfit. This outfit has been around longer than Gerry! It's also my concert standard. I've worn this dress to see The Get Up Kids, the Pixies and Guided By Voices. Want proof? This is me before seeing GBV. Almost entirely the same.

I tried to find a picture from seeing the Pixies, but this beer-splashed, boob picture was the best I could come up with. I spilled running up the stairs because they started playing "Crackity Jones".

It's easy to manipulate with a different belt, scarf, cardigan and/or shoes. It's my Autumn uniform.

Apparently, I am not alone, and I was ahead of the game prior to moving here. According to The Frisky, this is how Portlanders dress. Ha!

Are there any outfits you constantly recycle that are the same, but different?

For lack of a better term.

Thanksgiving & Sausage Stuffing

2011-11-26T16:44:00.000-06:00

Thanksgiving ended up being exactly what I wanted it to be: delicious and not overly stressful. Gerry and I did a great job planning and with time management. Dinner was served by 4:30, and nothing was undercooked or burnt--- Success!

Things really turned out well! I wish we would have had the other couple take a picture of us. I had a cute outfit on, and everything! Damn. At least Gerry's handsomeness got documented that day.

Planning a holiday is stressful, and I give my mom props. It's hard work. There was one meltdown moment; it happened the night before. I started making my mashed potatoes to lessen the day-of load. I had bought a 3 lb. bag of Yukon Gold potatoes, peeled 'em and threw 'em in a pot of boiling, salted water. Twenty minutes later I went to see if they were fork-tender. I opened the pot, and my jaw dropped. The water was a murky, yellow mess. The potatoes completely disintegrated, becoming really stringy and the consistency of baby food. I've never seen anything like it. I googled it, and it has to do with being a bad harvest (or something like that). Had I cooked them differently, they may have been okay, but boiling--- NO. So yeah, I had a freakout, and made Gerry drive me to Fred Meyer at 10:30 PM. Second batch turned out yummy. Any kitchen crises occur for anybody else?

As previously mentioned, here is the recipe my mom always uses for stuffing. It's the must-have recipe for our family; my favorite part. I think I really did it justice, although traditional things often taste better when mom makes 'em. I want to say my mom cut the recipe out of a magazine, and it's by Tennessee Pride breakfast sausage, but I didn't see it listed on the website.

Mom's Sausage Stuffing

1 lb breakfast sausage
3/4 cup fresh parsley, finely chopped
3/4 cup celery, chopped
1 med yellow onion, chopped
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
1 tsp basil
1/2 tsp oregano
10 cups dry bread cubes (definitely include some white bread, but you can use a mixture)
Enough chicken broth to moisten mixture

Lightly toast bread in oven on both sides in 300 degree oven. Cook and crumble sausage in skillet, then set aside in paper-towel lined bowl. Drain off a little fat, then cook celery and onions in leftover drippings until just tender. Mix sausage back in with the veggies, then add parsley, oregano, salt, pepper, and basil. Place bread cubes in large bowl, and add sausage mixture and chicken broth. Don't add too much broth! Mix gently. Stuff the turkey, and then bake excess in ungreased casserole dish at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. Enjoy!

I think this recipe would be awesome with a chopped apple. I meant to try it, but forgot to buy one!

mrs. kitty lou claws

2011-11-22T23:17:00.000-06:00

If you follow me on Twitter, perhaps you read the saga of a kitty waltzing into Gerry's and my life. We had been seeing this kitty for roughly a month, and gradually started petting her, and occasionally feeding her. One night after feeding her a few minutes prior, I went out onto our balcony, and there she stood meowing at me, asking to come in. Gerry and I debated it, and I suggested we open the front door to see what would happen. After a few minutes she sauntered upstairs, and I sent Gerry off to buy kitty food and a litter box.

I think all animals deserve love and a good home. Gerry and I let her live with us, and named her Mrs. Claws. It wasn't long though before we realized this arrangement jut was not going to work for us. I have terrible cat allergies. Incessant sneezing, drippy nose, itchy throat, swollen bright red eyes and difficulty breathing (allergy-induced asthma issues). After a week I was a total mess, and Gerry hated being around me because I was so miserable.

I felt so guilty. I still feel guilty. Also, a little surprised. I thought I could tough it out because I grew up with a cat in the house. Let me tell you though, being a kitty's sister is a lot different than being her caretaker and source of affection. When you're the person who calls her to come home and feeds her, you're the person she turns to for snuggles and love. Who can turn that away? Kitties need pets.

After three weeks, some newspaper and Craigslist ads, and a lot of phone calls and emails, Gerry and I brought her to the Multnomah County Animal Shelter this past Saturday. It was a teary departure letting her go.

There's good news, though! Kitty Lou Claws was microchipped! Today I went back to the shelter to submit papers to be be a last resort phone call to prevent the possibility of euthanization, and they told me they were able to contact her owner. She had been missing for a year! Her owner said she would be picking her up this evening. I started crying when they told me because I am a huge baby. I also found out that she really didn't stray too far from home. Gerry and I are sort of expecting her to wander back our way. Wouldn't that make the cutest story? If that were to happen, I'd take further measures to get my allergies under control. She is such a sweet cat. I really, really hope Kitty gets home, and gets the love she deserves. It sounds like that is exactly what will happen.

planning thanksgiving.

2011-11-21T23:03:00.000-06:00

Hey, y'all. I'm super pumped that Thanksgiving is nearly here. Gerry and I are hosting the holiday for a couple he is friends with from college. They just trekked out West, too. Playing hostess makes me feel so excited. I love planning, hosting and cooking for people. I thought I'd share what I have in store for the holiday, and hope maybe you'll holler back about your plans and traditions.

First things first, let's talk about my dining table situation. I wish I would have taken a picture of how ramshackle we had been living up until last night. We had been eating on an adorable, foldable 1940s formica table. The table itself is awesome, but quite small. The chairs... the chairs were a pitiful disaster. When we bought the table at the garage sale ($10), we mentioned we had no chairs, and the guy said we could take two, hideous, bright red office-waiting-room chairs. Beggars can't be choosers, so we made due. Once I knew people were coming over for Thanksgiving, I insisted that something had to be done. Gerry and I set out to thrift. Really, we had been looking since we moved here, but two Saturdays in a row, he and I drove all over the place going to thrift, consignment and antique stores in quest. Honestly, I'd guess we went to roughly 20 stores with zero luck. Crazy, right? But thrifting is all about luck and timing (as are most good things in life), and the cards were not in our favor. Last Saturday after calling-a-quits, we made one last stop at Fred Meyer for groceries. Upon entering, we saw a beautiful darkly-stained dining set for HALF PRICE. Now this my friends is luck and timing because when we went to the customer service desk to ask how for how long it would be on sale, the woman tells us that it actually is an old promotion, there is only one table left, and if we wanted it for half price we would have to buy it right then and there. So we did, and no regrets! I'm in love with my first major furniture purchase. I bought deep bronze-colored placemats from the dollar store, and thrifted a cute pilgrim figurine.

As for the food, I spent this past Saturday night finalizing recipes.

For hors d'oeuvres we'll have homemade garlicky hummus w/ warm pita, cocktail shrimp (my mom's staple for every holiday), and a meat and cheese board with lots of accompaniment: baguette, crackers, unsalted nuts, olives, savory pumpkin-ricotta spread, fig butter and boysenberry preserves. I'm probs going overboard, but I can't help it. Swing by for some cheese, please.

Gerry's friends are in charge of bringing wine, dinner rolls, cranberry sauce and pie. Below are the recipes I have selected to make:

roasted turkey w/ rosemary-garlic butter rub via cooking light

delicious pioneer woman mashed potatoes

alton brown's best gravy ever

cooking light brussel sprouts w/ bacon, garlic & shallots

I'm gonna wing the sweet potatoes because I was unable to find a recipe I liked, and I'll be making my mom's Sausage Stuffing, a recipe I will probably add. I'm going to prepare the mashed potatoes the night before, along with possibly making pumpkin bread. What are your favorite Thanksgiving recipes? Anybody else hosting her first Thanksgiving, and super nervous about roasting the bird for the first time? What's your favorite Thanksgiving food? Mine is the sausage stuffing!

The story of mitten paws [as recalled by gerald]

2011-11-17T22:35:00.001-06:00

What is a mitten paw? I had never heard the words, but once said they needed no defining.

On one of our first dates after deciding to go steady, Danielle and I were still trying to get a feel for and understanding of each other. At the time, I was painfully unemployed, and trying my hardest to impress her on pennies or less. What I thought would be a very sweet, thoughtful, and albeit, free date ended up being the night where I started falling in love. It was the Christmas season, and the next neighborhood over from mine was known for going all out on the decorations, which draws a lot of slow moving traffic through maturely-wooded, meandering residential streets. So why not? We bundled up, made some hot chocolate and jumped into my car. The local radio station was playing non-stop Christmas carols, the snow was falling and getting deeper. We had the makings for a sweet night.

Having been through the neighborhood several times growing up, I knew exactly what I was looking for, but navigating the winding streets all named Longmeadow (St, Ave, Ln, Way, etc.) was difficult, and I could not find the special house I had been talking about all day. It’s a home that has a large bay window on the first floor, and a large window in the bedroom directly above. The homeowners put a very wide tree on in the first floor window, a proportionately smaller tree in the bedroom window above, and then a small tree on the roof! From the road, it looks like one hugely massive, lit-up Christmas tree growing straight through the house! Once I found it, Danielle was thoroughly impressed.

Throughout the drive, we shared a couple smooches, and held hands and thighs. It was chilly in the car, and I was wearing my new favorite gloves; the ones that I always wanted, with cut-off fingers and the flap that would turn them into mittens. Once my fingertips got cold, I flipped the flap--- Viola, mittens!

Danielle, whose hands are perpetually cold, slipped her fingers into the flap with mine. After a minute of folding fingers we met gazes, and Danielle smiled and in her cute animal voice said, “I like being in your mitten paw.” I melted. I thought: she is the only girl who could ever say something so cute unintentionally, and I am the only boy who would admit to how cute that was, and how much it warmed my heart.

With that said, I knew there was a very special connection between us. It made me happy to be in this new relationship, and excited for what the future held.

Nearly two years later, we still talk about paws regularly. Our endearments have become glove based. Things like “l glove you”, or “I’m so (s)mitten.” I am and always will be (s)mitten with her; I glove her so much, and we will always keep each other’s paws warm.

Happy Birthday, mitten paws!

2011-11-16T19:32:00.001-06:00

Baby turns 1 today, and look how much she's grown! When I reflect on the past year, it's amazing how quickly it flew by, but also how far away I feel from the day I first started this blog. I can't believe I tried blogging with a different name. It's hilarious to me now. For my blogiversary post, I thought I'd do a throw back to when I first started, and do a few Top 5 lists. Lists are fun, right?

Top 5 Reason I Love Blogging

1) New buddies (especially all the gals I tweet with on the reg)

2) It's a fun hobby

3) It's given me more confidence

4) It's like a scrapbook. I love knowing I've documented all these life changes.

5) Reader comments. I appreciate every time one of you takes the time to tell me what you think.

Top 5 Favorite Posts

1) Intimacy

2) Fat Dialogue [In Love]

3) A Shot in the Arm

4) Lassoing My Cowgirl Dreams

5) BIG FUCKING NEWS.

Top 5 Blogging Goals for the Upcoming Year

1) Get better at taking pictures of food

2) Blog things quicker (I let ideas & pictures pile up, and never get to half of it)

3) Blog more often

4) Check stats less

5) Keep on keepin' on

Tomorrow in celebration of the birthday baby, I'm going to post The Story of mitten paws as told by my domestic partner and number one stud, Gerald. Maybe it has never crossed your mind, but there is some history behind the meaning of mitten paws. I asked Ger to write a "sensitive, but masculine" story about it, and I think he did a great job. It might be the kind of thing that makes you cringe and roll your eyes if you're riding the anti-love train at the moment (perhaps you took my place as conductor?). Otherwise it might just make you say "awwwww!" So, you know, brace yourself, and know it's on the way.

I really, really appreciate the people who continue to read this. Thanks for caring, and seeing past my inconsistent posting. Baby loves you.

Off to Gearhart, Oregon [iPhone Picture Perfect]

2011-11-07T23:09:00.000-06:00

As I mentioned in the previous post, last weekend we got to go to the coast. Saturday morning as we were about to head to brunch (Slappy Cakes, omg. so good), I got a phone call from my friend, Katherine, to see if Gerry and I would like to come stay the night at her boyfriend's uncle's cottage. Totally spur of the moment and unplanned, but we said yes, only to find out after that it was on the coast in Gearhart, Oregon; only and hour and a half away!

We made it there just before sunset. Enough time for a walk on the beach and then off to eat crab cakes and clam chowder.

Katherine. Leave it to us to make friends with fellow Midwesterners. She & her bf, Tim, are both from Wisconsin.

We spent the night drinking, playing euchre, laughing and going in the hot tub. In other words, super awesome fun times.

Adding to the unexpected fantastic getaway, this house was beautiful. It was decorated like something out of Better Homes & Gardens. I walked around the morning after and took some phone pictures.

master bedroom

bathroom decor

lustworthy curtains

over the sink

industrial range of my dreams

vintage stools - brick in the island - remains of the night before

seating on the wrap-around-porch

Gerry & I awoke well-before Tim & Katherine, and decided to walk a block to grab coffee and then stroll up the street to walk to the coast. On our walk, I spotted a one-antlered buck in someone's yard. We watched him slowly cross the street, and I snapped a pic of him standing on this tiny hill.

I know summertime is prime beachtime, but it felt so special to be the only people on the beach that morning. Ger and I had kind of a rocky month due to finances, and when the going gets tough I have a tendency to really question my decisions. Being on the beach alone with Ger felt supremely reassuring; nature can be so comforting. We are doing exactly what we need to be doing, and there is no better place for us than here in Oregon. I know that; it's nice to be reminded.

P.S. Living so close to an ocean? Why doesn't everybody to this?

*I'll have an outfit post soon. I've got a couple on my camera. Although I gotta say, the time of year + the persistent gloominess have led to some awful attempts. I want to share outfits, but I hate indoor evening pictures, which often feel like my only option. Any suggestions for how to make them look good? I realize I can google this, but I'm also interested in your advice. =)

You & Me & the Sea.

2011-11-06T22:46:00.000-06:00

Last Sunday we walked through

the cold, salty, morning mist

clutching coffee & each other's paw

to stand in front of the sea.

Just you & me.

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [V] (a picnic photo montage)

2011-10-31T01:07:00.000-05:00

I'd say it's totally possible that someday I may really blog again. I had a super, amazing, memorable weekend, and hope to blog about it soon. Wednesday, perhaps? Someone hold me to it! If you follow me on Twitter, you already know what's up.

Tomorrow for Halloween, Ger and I are going to his cousin's house for a little party. No dressing up though. Second year in a row, but I don't care. When it comes to Halloween, I can take it or leave it without much concern. Gerald's birthday is Tuesday. I'm making him a roasted chicken and chocolate chip applesauce cake. What kind of a weirdo-freak requests chocolate chip applesauce cake for a birthday cake? My boyfriend. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I googled the recipe and it's everywhere, so it maybe it's good. More on that later....

For now, here's a photo montage of Gerald and I eating lunch in the beautiful Teton Park woods. We got eaten alive by mosquitoes; these pictures made it worth it. Tripods & automatic timers 4 life.

I had approximately 20 mosquito bites on my legs. Sick!

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [IV]

2011-10-26T23:19:00.000-05:00

Hi, y'all. I know it's been quite around here. I'm adjusting to my new job. Last week I started working my new schedule beginning at 7 am. So, like, I have to get up before 6. It's bonkers, I tell you, bonkers. Is this being a grown up? I guess so. I'll get the hang of it eventually.

We left Pinedale, Wyoming nice and early to head toward Grand Teton National Park. Spending time in the Grand Teton area was definitely a trip highlight. So gorgeous and picturesque. I hate that describing mountains seems cliche, and photos don't quite do it justice. The magnanimity of it all.

It's crazy how many pictures I took on this particular day. I'm gonna break up the posts a little bit. Let's drag this out a little more, shall we? Additionally, I feel compelled to defend my brown socks. I am a terrible packer. Evidence.

I Need Your Bedroom Eyes

2011-10-13T00:13:00.002-05:00

Suggested soundtrack - Bedroom Eyes by Dum Dum Girls

I swear I was about to publish this when I recognized how well this song, which had come on randomly, fits with this post. Is iTunes psychic? Rad!

I had grand plans to add a recipe blog tonight, but I'm too tired to write out a recipe. So instead I thought I'd post one of the first pictures of Gerald and I together.

This is a picture from Friendsgiving 2009. He and I had been dating about two weeks, but were already bf/gf because we hopped right into that head first. I was kind of iffy about bringing him to Friendsgiving since we had been dating for such a short period of time, and it's not-so-cool to bring significant others who ain't gonna last. We all know how that worked out...

Gerry is away on a business trip right now, and I am missing him something fierce. Three nights alone seems like a long time after having spent all our nights together for three months. This big bed is too cold without him.* I'm ready for him to come home tomorrow.

*Even though most of the time I complain about him giving off way too much heat!

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [III]

2011-10-11T22:23:00.000-05:00

Gerry's car's check engine light kept coming on, so we tried to get up early(ish) in Denver so we could take it to the shop. Nothing was wrong other than his car was an old man workin' too hard. No big deal.

Here I am in the Denver Hotel not really wanting to move.

I have a college friend in Denver, so I called him up and we walked around the downtown area of Denver just chatting while he was on his lunch break. So good to see him, even if it was just for a little while.

Outside Wynkoop Brewing Company where we had lunch.

Spooky skies.

The weather shaped up just as we were nearing Cheyenne. I talked Gerry into stopping so we could explore a little, even though we didn't leave Denver until late. He was grumpy about it, but I'm really glad we stopped. Downtown Cheyenne was pretty cute. The Wyoming population is so scattered, so it was interesting to see their big city.

this snack is thebomb.com, especially with hummus!

We got into Pinedale, WY around 1am. As we were pulling into town their were so many drunken hooligans in the street. Apparently, it was Rendezvous Days, which started with something as historical as trappers and traders gathering, and has turned into a big drunken hullabaloo. The room there was awesome though, and we got some good beauty sleep in preparation for Yellowstone!

Cast Iron Eggplant Parmesan Bake

2011-10-08T17:01:00.000-05:00

I'd say trying eggplant parmesan with ricotta (ruh-goat-tah is Gerry's insisted-upon pronunciation) was a revelation. I first had it in college when a homegirl's boyfriend-at-the-time made it for her, and I scavenged like any good college student does. From then on I've been sold that it is the best way to eat eggplant parmesan. Extra rich and cheesy.

I'm also 100 percent sold on baking eggplant instead of frying it. It's less messy, cheaper, healthier (to help balance out the cheese) and I think it's tastier. Frying eggplant in oil makes it soggier, which is a job marinara does well enough alone. Baking the eggplant keeps it a little more firm, and makes for a more satisfying bite. That's my two cents on that.

I made my own marinara using what I had on hand. You can go for the jar sauce if you're into that, but if you're diligent about keeping a relatively well-stocked kitchen, then take the time to make you're own marinara. It's relaxing. I made up a marinara; sautéing the ends of an onion and a yellow bell pepper with 2 minced garlic cloves in olive oil. Then I added 1/4 cup red wine (Zinfandel) and let that simmer. Next I used 1 small can of tomato sauce, 1 14.5 oz can diced tomatoes with garlic, 2/3 small can of tomato paste (leftover from lasagna), a 1/4 cup chicken stock, a teaspoon of sugar, a large handful of chopped fresh basil, 1/2 teaspoon dried italian seasoning, 1/4 teaspoon oregano and salt & pepper. I let it simmer for at least 5 hours. It yielded 2-3 cups of sauce.

For the eggplant you will need:

an egg

flour

milk

grated parmesan

breadcrumbs (I only use panko because it makes things crunchier)

italian seasoning

s&p

Slice the eggplant about 1/4 inch thick. Liberally sprinkle eggplant with salt (preferably Kosher), and let them drain for 30-45 minutes. Doing this makes the eggplant less bitter, and gives it a better texture. Preheat oven to 350. Set up a plate with enough flour to dredge, beat an egg (maybe 2) with a few tablespoons of milk, and in another small bowl combine enough parm, panko and seasonings to coat the eggplant. Dredge, dunk, coat, and put them on a cookie sheet (coated with non-stick spray). Pop them in the oven for roughly 25 minutes or until golden brown.

For the cheese mixture, combine:

12 oz ricotta cheese (I always use the part-skim)

a few tablespoons grated parmesan

1/2 cup shredded, flavorful white cheese (I used Kasseri because had been on sale. But you can use whatever you want)

1/4 cup basil, chopped

salt & pepper to taste

an egg

In a cast iron dutch oven, put a light layer of sauce, then add three slices of eggplant and top with a third of the cheese mixture. Repeat the process twice more, and top with more shredded cheese. Cover and bake in a 350 oven for 30 minutes, removing the lid after 20.

Dive into deliciousness.

The Last of Summer

2011-10-05T01:45:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack - Indian Summer by Beat Happening

If you read my blog and you like beat happening, I want you to tell me so we can be better friends. kthx.

This is an outfit from early last week that I neglected to post because my computer started acting like it was going to blow up. It didn't, so here we are. I wore this outfit to hand in a few job applications, and go grocery shopping. It was in the mid-70's and sunny here last week, but the stereotypical Portland weather seems to have kicked in since. Can I handle this, guys? People always asked me before moving if I wanted to deal with all the rain, and I really brushed it off without much consideration, stating "it's better than snow." Jury is still out.

Plaid Dollhouse (Torrid) / Cami ShopKo / Bermudas Avenue / Socks Thrift / Boots Rocket Dog (Macy's)

I felt a lot of eyes with the fat legs + shorts + boots equation.

I wish boyfriend-man would have told me my cami was all ragamuffin-like, but he doesn't notice these things. Neither did I until I uploaded them. So excuse the dishevelment.

Hope everyone is having a good week. I'm loving my new job, and feeling like things will really come together soon (meaning I can stop obsessing about how to pay my bills). I appreciate the well wishes, and I also appreciate the positive feedback about the blog makeover. I neglected to mention that if you would like Rachele to make over your blog too, you should check out her etsy.

Until next time, I leave you with this. In case you ever thought I was cool...

I'm not.

Freaking out because I walked into a spider web.

Ch-Ch-Changes

2011-10-03T00:50:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack - Changes by David Bowie

As you can see, things are looking fresh and new 'round here, and I couldn't be more excited about the polished, new look. mitten paws was long overdue for a makeover, and I'm so excited that Rachele of The Nearsighted Owl agreed to help a girl out. Swing by her blog and tell her what a good job she did!

I'll be adding a new blogroll and an about me section in the near future, so look out for that. Rachele also made me some pretty new buttons, so grab one! Let me know if you add my button to your blog, and I'll be sure to trade with ya!

In other changes, I'm starting a new job tomorrow, and I'm pumped! No more hanging out in my pjs for absurd amounts of time. I'm joining the real world, and with a company I admire, which is obviously what I hoped for, but certainly not what I expected to find. I'm thrilled, grateful and lucky. Finding a job has been so difficult, and I'm ready to start actually working. It's not a moment too soon. This is my first full-time with benefits like an adult job; wish me luck!

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [II]

2011-09-30T03:49:00.001-05:00

Day two got off to a slow start. We were so wiped out from the first day of driving, getting into town so late, and going out for drinks. Plus, my friend, who let us crash his pad, has the most comfortable bed ever. We were too cozy to shake a leg. We didn't saunter out of Lawrence until around noon, making the necessary stop on Mass Street for grub first.

Out to a delicious late breakfast at Global Cafe in Lawrence, KS

We didn't make it long on the road before being tempted by billboards to go to the OZ Museum in Wamego, KS. I'm so glad we stopped though!

Dowtown Wamego

The OZ Museum was totally rad, and truth be told, I got a little emotional while I was there. My aunt, who died very unexpectedly about a year ago, was the world's biggest Wizard of OZ lover. I'm so glad we decided to stop, and it was absolutely in her honor that I was so enthralled by it all.

Look! Fat Dorothy is the cutest.

We also stopped at the OZ Winery and a local thrift store.

And then after picking up our pace once again, we ran into this:

We sat in traffic on 70 West for an hour. With no air conditioner. In humid, 90+ degrees weather. Melting, I tell you, melting.

As soon as we started moving a little we decided to get off at the first exit, trust an atlas, and find an alternate route.

We wound up in tiny Lincoln, KS and opted to find dinner. But I needed to stretch in the street first.

Small town America.

The only way to survive traveling in a hot car for 10 hours in a day.

We didn't make it to our Denver hotel until after 2am. Gerry was such a trooper.

26.

2011-09-27T18:48:00.000-05:00

I think it's only slightly dramatic to say I had a nervous breakdown when I turned 25. I was a mess about it, and my place in life for the number. It was living with my parents, not having a career, questioning the seriousness of my relationship with Gerry and hating a lot of things about myself. I cried a ton, acted like a spoiled brat, and took a lot out on Gerry. He's a good guy though; he knew I'd come around again.

As 26 approached I sort of wondered if I'd fall apart again. True, I (we) accomplished my (our) goal to get to Portland, but I've yet to find gainful employment and I'm on the brink of financially being in the hole. Still I can't help but feel good about where I'm at, who I'm with and where I'm headed. The alternative is too depressing.

For my 26th birthday, I wanted to feel sexy. I wanted to feel grown up. I wanted to feel confident. This is what I wore. I swear to the Cosmos, I ironed this skirt right before leaving to go take these photos, but with nothing to show for it. So I'm a sexy, grown up, confident, wrinkly-skirt-wearing woman.

Blouse Thrift (Salvation Army) / Skirt Swapped / Hoes Assets / Pumps Target

Blouse & Skirt altered by Peggy Davis Design

Rings Inherited / Bangles Avenue / Vintage Clutch Thrift (Iron River, MI)

I wore this to my late night, happy hour, birthday dinner at RingSide Steakhouse. It's the kind of place you would typically drop at least $120 on dinner for two. Going to happy hour is our technique for going to fancy, too-rich-for-our-blood places. We tried several small plates, had a few cocktails and dessert. It was a really sexy, classic, Mad Men-like ambiance with dark, rich wood beams and low light. Great meal, even better company.

I loved my birthday outfit, and felt sexy in it. Reflecting on my desire and right to feel sexy seems kind of silly, but identifying my need to overanalyze it has been rewarding. In the past, (whether consciously or not) I was under the impression that by definition fat was not equal to sexy. I think fat women are conditioned (by media & society) to believe the best adjective they can achieve is "cute" and maybe "pretty", but "sexy"? NO. As I examine my own changing and evolving belief system about fatness, it feels good to admit when I feel the things that used to seem counterintuitive.

Smoked Cheese, Sausage and Kale Lasagna

2011-09-26T00:00:00.000-05:00

Lasagna tops my list in favorite things to make. I haven't shared all that many recipes on the blog, but one of them has already been a lasagna. I love the variations, and I love making foods that have a real process. Make the sauce, make the filling, boil the noodles, layer, bake. It's just a good time in the kitchen for me. I find it to be cathartic.

Sundays I like to make a big meal that provides leftovers for at least one other meal. Another requirement is it be easy to freeze. Preparing a meal ahead of time makes for an easy, weeknight dinner that demands little thought. Lasagna is a fun Sunday food project that yields plenty of weeknight yumminess.

Smoked Cheese, Sausage and Kale Lasagna

(adapted slightly from Bon Appétit (2004))

Ingredients

Sauce

3 tablespoons olive oil, divided
3/4 pound Italian sweet sausage, casings removed
2 ounces sliced prosciutto, chopped

2 cups chopped onions
1 celery stalk, chopped
3 large garlic cloves, chopped
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1/4 teaspoon dried crushed red pepper
3 tablespoons tomato paste
2 14.5-ounce can Italian-style diced tomatoes in juice
1 teaspoon dried basil

Lasagna

12 10x2-inch lasagna noodles
6 to 8 stalks of fresh kale, slice and roughly chop leaves off stalk
1 15-ounce container ricotta cheese
2 cups (packed) shredded smoked mozzarella cheese, divided
1/4 cup grated parmesan (or romano) cheese
2 tablespoons fresh parsley, chopped
1 large egg

The Prep

For sauce:
Heat 1 tablespoon oil in large saucepan over medium-high heat. Add sausage; sauté until browned, breaking up with wooden spoon, about 6 minutes. Add prosciutto; stir 1 minute. Transfer mixture to bowl.

Heat 2 tablespoons oil in same pan over medium-high heat. Add onions and next 4 ingredients. Sauté until tender, about 5 minutes. Stir in tomato paste. Add tomatoes with reserved juice, basil, and sausage mixture. Reduce heat; simmer until sauce thickens, stirring occasionally, about 25 minutes. Season with salt and pepper.

For lasagna:
Cook noodles in large pot of boiling salted water until barely al dente. During last two minutes of pasta cooking, add kale. Drain. Stir ricotta, parmesan, parsley and 1 1/2 cups mozzarella in bowl. Season with salt and pepper; mix in egg.

Coat 13x9x2-inch glass baking dish with non-stick cooking spray. Spread 1 cup tomato sauce evenly over bottom. Arrange 3 noodles on top of sauce. Spread 3/4 cup cheese mixture thinly over noodles. Spoon 1 1/2 cups sauce over. Repeat with noodles, cheese mixture, and sauce 2 more times. Cover with 3 noodles. Sprinkle with remaining 1/2 cup mozzarella. Cover with foil.

Preheat oven to 350°F. Bake lasagna, covered, 40 minutes. Uncover and bake until heated through, about 15 minutes longer. Let stand 10 minutes and serve.

The smoked mozzarella is the star flavor in this recipe, adding a distinct, biting sharpness to the dish. Not only that, but the way it makes the house smell is overpowering and mouth-watering. The kale was my own major contribution to the dish. I like the toothsome-heartiness of kale, plus it adds a nice color and ups the nutritional value. This is one to add to your repertoire.

The Fairest of the Seasons

2011-09-20T03:43:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack: The Fairest of the Seasons by Nico

Classic.

I wore this to run errands on the only warm day last week. The temperature is back up again, but it's starting to feel like fall. Hip, hip hooray!

Top & Flats / Target / Silk Skirt Value Village / Necklace Gift (Etsy)

Isn't the sign for our little community adorable? I love it. It makes me happy. I think it steered us toward the right Portland location selection. It's so friendly and inviting, just like the village.

The skirt kinda looks like cow spots, doesn't it?

Also, it's officially after midnight, so I am officially 26. Bonkers, I tell you. Where does the time go? Do I sound like an old person now? No major plans, although Gerry's going to take me out this weekend for a nice date night. I wish I could pet my dog and see my friends, but I'm keeping my chin up because I'm where I need to be. I think 26 is going to be fabulous. Yep, I'm feeling good about this one...

Our Big Fat American Road Trip [I]

2011-09-19T03:17:00.000-05:00

Our July 6th departure from Bartlett, Illinois got off to a rocky start. My car's passenger-side airbag light came on, which landed the car in the shop overnight, and not ready for pick up until 10 AM. We didn't leave my house until noon, partially because I spent 15 minutes sobbing and saying goodbye to this lovely lady(pup).

Guys, when I opened the car door to get in, she squirreled past me to come along with. Balling, I tell you, I was balling, and having second thoughts about our journey across the country. But you gotta do what you gotta do.

This is the first of many ways I wore a scarf on the trip. No air conditioning means figuring out ways to keep long, dumb lady-hairs from blowing in my face.

Here is our chariot. Gerry's 1994 Ford Explorer with 250,000 miles on it pulling my Corolla packed with shit. We got lucky that we were able to ship two pallets of stuff for free with his company's trucks. Gerry purchased the trailer for $500 off Craigslist, and was able to sell it in Portland for the same price. How awesome is that? Our cost of moving was limited to gas, hotels and food-- aka a vacation. Pretty rad, if I do say so myself.

Picture of all the siblings before taking off.

lovefest 2011

first highway

The Captain. He drove the entire way.

awesome snax.

crossing the Mississippi

rest stop lunch in an undershirt. it was so hot and humid that day.

at a pretty rest stop in iowa

Sunset in Misery.

For some reason as soon as the sunset in Missouri the humidity flew up, making the air very thick. The homestretch drive into Lawrence was sticky and miserable. We got into Lawrence, Kansas late, and weren't able to make it to my favorite restaurant. I was still able to meet up with several of my college friends for a few drinks on Mass. I forgot my camera while I was in a rush to meet my buds who had been waiting (too long) for us. It was a grand ol' time though. Buh-leave it.

I'm kinda glad I procrastinated this series. It's really fun to replay our trip through photos, and relive the memories after some time. Hope you enjoy reading and seeing these posts as much as I enjoy sharing them. <3

Love of My Life.

2011-09-14T04:07:00.002-05:00

Before leaving for our big fat American road trip, I had my brother snap a picture of Gerry and I with this love of my life sign. Have you ever heard of this before? If you haven't, you must not read Jen Loves Kev, which means you're missing out. It's a fantastic blog, and when I found out about the whole love of my life project, I cried (hard) because it stemmed from the sweetest gesture. I actually just got teary watching it again. It's that touching and inspiring. I was going to explain the whole gist, but if you've never heard of this, you should watch the video, and go to the website: without you its just not us.

I had grander plans to take pictures of the sign at places throughout our whole trip, but sweating, access to the sign amidst all the other moving crap and laziness stopped that from happening. Maybe next time?

Moving across the country together has really solidified our bond, and made us closer. I'm surprised at how good we are at being roommates. I know living together is still pretty new, but I also know I struck gold finding Gerry, the love of my life.

Enough with the mushy stuff though. This is the first of many posts relating to our big fat American road trip (God, how I wish the acronym wasn't OBFART. Seriously, why?). It took me two months to get all my pictures off my camera, but I'm excited to relive the trip by blogging about it. I'm just going to pepper them in with other posts, so be on the lookout.

And, go make a love proclamation! It feels good.

Best Ever Pasta Salad

2011-09-13T16:08:00.001-05:00

If you follow me on Instagram (@mittenpaws), you may have seen this photo of pasta salad.

This is a recipe I got from my mom who got it from my aunt who got it from a friend, got it? I have the original written down, but I'm going to post my slightly modified version (as I think it is better). This pasta salad is flavorful, garlicky, slightly tangy and filled with some of my favorite goodies (spinach, sun-dried tomatoes and artichokes).

Ingredients

5 ounces of fresh baby spinach, roughly chopped

5 or 6 ounces of sun-dried tomatoes packed in oil, julienned or roughly chopped

3 cups (or 1 standard box) of medium shells

1 cup asiago cheese, shredded

1 can quartered artichoke hearts, cut into eighths if you want to stretch 'em farther

The Dressing

4 Tablespoons apple cider vinegar

4 Tablespoons canola oil (olive oil would probably work, too)

2 Tablespoons parsley, chopped

3 large garlic cloves, minced

1 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon pepper

5 Tablespoons honey

Cook the shells in well-salted, boiling water according to the package. Strain, and then add all the ingredients into a large tupperware bowl (Spinach has a lot of volume, so make sure the bowl is big enough). Mix the dressing separately, and then add to the rest of the ingredients, coating evenly. If your tupperware has a lid, shake the pasta salad to coat. Cover and refrigerate. Makes about 8 servings.

This is one of those foods that pleases nearly everyone. My dad was bent-out-of-shape at my going-away party when there weren't any leftovers, and people always ask for the recipe. Gerry and I brought it to the beach this weekend to have for lunch along with some sandwiches. Yum, yum.

Business Casual

2011-09-13T01:38:00.000-05:00

Hey friends, I know it's been awhile. It has not been for any real reason in particular, it's just the way motivation and inspiration work for me. It comes and goes in spurts.

During my time away from the blog, I tried being a solicitor for three days. It was the worst job I've ever had. It was very monotonous, mind-numbing sanity-trying, but mostly, I was just terrible at it. As a rule of thumb, I dislike things at which I'm no good. Oh well... chalk it up to a good learning experience, and I feel bad for all those telemarketers I've hung up on in my life. Their job is tough.

These are the three outfits I wore to work that week.

Blouse Lane Bryant / Skirt Torrid / Tights & Flats Target

(and a peek at our fireplace area)

Cardigan Target / Top Torrid / Skirt Gap / Shoes Strictly Comfort (gift) / Messenger Fossil (via Macy's) / Clocket Etsy

It was exciting to get these shoes back on after they've been sitting in my closet for months.

Blouse Value Village (Eddie Bauer) / Belt & Skirt Lane Bryant / Shoes Value Village

The blouse and shoes are recent thrift finds. I've been having a lot of luck at Value Village, a (new to me) thrift chain. It's so organized (like Goodwill), so it makes finding plus-sizes so much easier.

It was fun getting ready for work. I've been so used to wearing a uniform that getting dressed for work was kind of foreign to me. Looks like it was a short-lived experience though. I'll be starting a new serving job soon (hopefully this week, restaurant openings are always kind of up in the air). Still on the prowl for something else (aka a 9-to-5 with benefits), but I feel like I have a renewed attitude toward serving, and am very excited to get back in the industry. I miss the hustle and bustle. I miss the multi-tasking, and the movement (exercise). I miss the social interaction, and even getting "in the weeds". Mostly though, I miss having cash all the time. I suck at managing money in the bank. Debit transactions feel like fake money to me until the damage has already been done. But getting back on topic....

Do you like getting dressed for work or do you hate shopping for and wearing "work clothes"? Also, if you're plus-sized, where is your favorite place to find a classic pair of trousers? I own none because I have a weird, flat ass, wide hips and long, but not long-enough-to-wear-long-pants legs.

Beach Daze

2011-08-24T02:43:00.001-05:00

Gerry and I have gone to the beach twice since moving to Oregon. A few weeks ago we went to Cannon Beach along the Oregon Coast, and this past weekend we went to a large lake near where he works (Forest Grove) called Henry Hagg Lake. Very different beaches, both fun in their own ways.

Cannon Beach was my first time seeing and feeling the Pacific Ocean, and it was insanely gorgeous. I thought I had read that The Travel Channel named it on some beautiful beach list, but further googling of that "fact I read" yielded no results... just know it was super, duper pretty.

Gerry and I felt like such naive, little out-of-towners when we showed up ready to swim. HA! The water was like 55 degrees. Sheepishly, we left our swimsuits in the car, but ended up having an incredible, memorable day anyway. Picnic lunch, walking and freezing our feet as we wandered up the coast, looking at Haystack Rock and all the cool barnacles and starfish that cling to the rocks in a small tide pool, napping on the beach and delicious fresh fish and wine for dinner. It was prefect.

I gave him a hard time for the "From, Gerry" part. That silly mans, I swear...

So when we set out to go to the beach this past weekend, swimming was an absolute must. We wanted to get out of our apartment (which actually does a decent job staying cool despite the lack of A/C), and into the sun and water.

Sheer Poncho Avenue / Cut-offs Old Torrid Jeans / Sunnies Arizona Trading Co. (Lawrence, KS) / Sandals TJ Maxx / Bracelet Vintage via The (Grandma) Inez Collection / Neckalce Torrid

The poncho is good for the beach, but I still consider it to be a purchase I regret. Although I like the pattern and purpose, I strongly dislike that it is one big square on its side as opposed to having rounded adges or even being a normal square. It just make me feel awkward when I wear it, but you know, the receipt was gone and the tag was off. Live and learn... maybe. I was way too hot to take bathing suit pictures prior to going in the water. The sand in this lake really freaked me out because I kept sinking. There was also a lot of grass and the lake looked murky. I was not a huge fan, and acted like a big, theatrical baby getting in, but once I was to the point where I could float or tread water, I was happy.

My hair looks awful, but I wanted to share my bathing suit pictures. I've had this suit for years now. I almost bought a new one this season, but right before I did it, I found out Gerry got the job, so I couldn't rationalize shopping. I hope the super cute Mod Cloth emerald green suit will be around next year because I crave it. Having said that, I do still really like this suit, and appreciate the fact that it's a halter that easily ties in the back to be strapless. And you guys know how I feel about turquoise.

Swim suit Lane Bryant

I'm hoping we get to squeeze one more beach trip in this year; hopefully to a less murky part of the lake.

Because I love you guys, and because laughing at people in pain is only natural, I thought I'd share this absurd picture of me stepping on a cocklebur. I look totally ridiculous, but I think it's the funniest picture of me ever taken. How could I not share?

Polka Dots, Checks & Stripes

2011-08-23T02:27:00.001-05:00

Last week I met up with Rachele, who took my pictures, to grab a little lunch, and go thrifting.

Blouse Gap / Scarf, Skirt & Purse Thrift / Belt Off a Different Skirt / Shoes Target

I'd say combining items in the same shades is pattern mixing 101. It's a pretty fun way to ease into the styling, if you're a more "by the rules" kind of girl. I really liked this outfit, and the way different patterns seem to add texture.

I'm trying to be more conscious of my money right now since I'm not working, but I did find a sweet, perfect-for-fall pair of oxfords I can't wait to wear once the leaves start changing color. It's been really hot in Portland the past week or so. We spent all weekend outside, and Gerry and I have been taking cold showers, and eating Blizzards too often. It's been the only weekend we really craved air-conditioning, but it still beats Chicago heat by a longshot. I'm ready for the first crisp, chill of autumn.

Fat Dialogue [In the Doctor's Office]

2011-08-18T22:25:00.000-05:00

If you follow me on Twitter, you may know last week's doctor's appointment left me reeling. Without getting too far ahead of myself, I'll give you a little background.

I have not had health insurance since the beginning of 2009 because I graduated college in December of 2008. Insurance companies are remarkable. The red tape and hoops to jump through to actually get health insurance are astounding, yet when the date to cut you off arrives, there is zero leniency. After a few failed attempts to get health insurance on my own (a long, sob story), I accepted that I would be insuranceless until I found "proper" employment. That day has yet to arrive (fingers-crossed it's around the corner), but when Obama's health care bill passed, I was able to get back on my dad's plan. Obviously, it was not without months of the aforementioned red tape: dozens of phone calls, filling out and faxing paperwork, e-mails, etc, all of which my wonderful, caring and persistent mother handled.

So after months of bullshit, the time arrived when I could actually go to a doctor without worry of the cost. I admit I did not do much research about the doctor I selected. I just wanted to find one at a bigger clinic so it would be easier to see any specialists should I need one. I made an appointment to see a general practitioner so I could cover all of my bases quickly (as I am only insured until my 26th birthday, next month).

I'm tempted to get into the nitty-gritty details of this doctor's rude, dismissive comments, but I'll refrain and stick to the point. After having been there for about five minutes, she hurried me through my birth control questions to declare:

You need to lose weight.

I stared at her kind of blankly.

Although your blood pressure is fine, your BMI shows that you're morbidly obese. You're at risk for high cholesterol, diabetes, heart disease. The list goes on.

How much weight would you like me to lose?

Well for your height, you should weigh about 150 pounds....

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I'll admit I'm paraphrasing, but I'm in no way skewing the point: she was preoccupied with my weight and made meritless presumptions about my health. My blood was yet to be drawn, and no meaningful questions about my weight and health were asked.

She proceeded to rattle on and on about my obesity being a "real problem," and disregarded the questions I came to a doctor to ask. It wasn't until I got emotional about my current health issues that she actually allowed me talk. She ended up recommending I see a specialist, but not before advising me that losing weight would likely solve my problem.

I wavered about sharing this story, which unfortunately, is not all that uncommon of a situation (or a blog topic). Fat discrimination in the doctor's office, and the weight-loss-as-panacea recommendation are as common as colds. Do a little light research and let the results flow. It just so happens this was the first time in my whole, fat adult life that I identified it, and realized what was happening to me.

I have been fat my entire life. It is my natural state of being. While I willfully acknowledge that I should make an effort to sweat more often and eat less ice cream (for my heart and blood sugar), I'll vehemently deny my weight as being the cause of my health issues (or killing me). It is one thing for a doctor to listen to a fat woman, and based on what she has shared, advise her to eat more greens and move more, it's a whole other ball game to throw out the same hollow advice grade-school bullies spew. Additionally, even if I were this slobby, greasy, lazy, walking, fat stereotype, it still should not affect the kind of healthcare I receive. All people should receive the same unbiased, indiscriminate care.

Although the doctor made no exercise or diet change suggestions, I'll reluctantly give her a healthy-approach benefit of the doubt, all while knowing: losing weight is one possible and incidental result of exercising more and eating better, but being thin is not the end all and be all of health. Not all thin people are healthy, not all fat people are doomed. It doesn't take a doctor to know that.

Have you ever been blatantly discriminated against at the doctor? What was your reaction?

Vintage Print at the Laundromat

2011-08-08T16:36:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack - Hanging on the Telephone by The Nerves

Clearly, summer translates to mean a listening-influx of pop. Pop is such a broad, all-encompassing term for so many sub-genres, all of which I love. This song, popularized by Blondie, is power pop perfection.

On Saturday afternoon Gerry and I went and checked out the Portland Saturday Market. It's an enormous open-air market in downtown brimming with locals selling arts and crafts. Apparently, it's the largest in the country. Pretty cool. We also grabbed some food truck burgers from Brunchbox. Gerry went for the big dog, the youcanhascheesburger, a burger with the works sandwiched between 2 grilled cheeses, something we agreed you gotta try just once. I had the special, 4B's: Black & Blue with BBQ and Bacon. The burgers were deliciously sinful, but made us feel terrible later. Shocking, right?

This is what I wore. A bright, loud sunshine-day outfit.

Cardigan Swapped / Cami Old Navy / Belt, Skirt & Clutch Thrift / Flats Shoe Carnival

We live across the street from a laundromat, which I thought was a fun location to take pictures. I tried to do a little math, and I've come up with estimating this outfit cost me less than $30. Not bad if I do say so myself.

I am in love with this vintage print, I only wish the fit was better. The elastic is completely worn around the waist making it the same size as the hips. I have to roll it and belt it to wear it. Maybe some day I'll get some sewing skills, but for now, it'll do. I still consider it to be one of the better, vintage plus-size scores I've thrifted.

Saturday night I had my first internet double date. I felt just as nervous as when I went on my first date with Gerry because I'm anxious like that. He and I met Rachele, of The Nearsighted Owl, and her mister downtown at Someday Lounge for drinks and live music. It was just as fun as I had hoped it would be, but we were both bad bloggers, and taking pictures didn't happen. I blame the vodka. I'm thinking it just means we'll have to hang out soon to create photographic evidence.

P.S. Someday I'll remember to take my sunnies off my head before taking OOTDs. Today was not that day.

There She Was Just a Walkin' Down the Street

2011-08-06T14:30:00.002-05:00

Suggested soundtrack: Do Wah Diddy by Manfred Mann

This song played at the bar last night while we were playing darts.

I wore this out last night. Pretty casual and comfortable.

Cardigan Old Navy / T-Shirt Target / Skinny Jeans Torrid / Espadrilles Target / Necklace Thrift

This is my back balcony, and where I can watch the goats. I haven't seen them since Monday. Where did they go? I hope they come back!

I've had this cardigan since high school. I almost got rid of it in my last round of purging, but I'm glad I held onto it. I like the pale, subtle color palette.

This is one of my most favorite necklaces. Definitely in the top 3. I thrifted it for $2. Amazing deal. It was lost for nearly a year, and then I found it while I was packing before the move. This is a trend with me, as the exact same scenario occurred about 5 years ago with my vintage windmill locket. I need to be more careful with my favorite things, but I always feel amazing when I find them.

Last night Gerry and I walked to downtown Multnomah Village for dinner and beers. We went to a very tiny, casual "Healthy Bento & BBQ" joint called The Village Hut. Although the service kinda lacked (there were only two people working the whole place, including cooking) and they initially brought me a cold plate of food, I asked for a new one and then everything was perfect. They have an amazing spicy Thai brown sauce they put on the side with all of their entrees. Very delicious.

Afterwards, we went to The Ship, which we've been excited to try because it's a Chicago bar! The place is a total dive, but I love dive bars more than any other kind. Cheap beer and real dartboards.

Last summer Gerry and I started playing darts pretty casually, and then one night a bartender convinced us to join her dart league. We were on a dart team called Dog Party! (because we like dogs and we like to party, of course). The dart league was a mixed bag experience because it was quite competitive, and we weren't very good. We needed a break from it when the season wrapped up, but last night we played and it was really fun, despite being pretty rusty. I have a feeling we're going to be playing a lot more darts because I have a new goal.

When I ordered a PBR last night the bartender informed me there is a raffle going on for a PBR cruiser. Through September 30, every time you order a PBR on draft you get a raffle ticket for the bike. You have to be present to win.

Guys, I am in love! I want a bike pretty badly, and this one is beautiful. I kept staring at it while I was playing darts. So Gerry and I plan on hitting up The Ship for a few PBRs a couple times a week through September. I hope I win, but even if I don't we'll have fun trying. Wish me luck.

Even Got My Smile On

2011-08-05T19:34:00.001-05:00

Suggested soundtrack - Drawbridge by All Girl Summer Fun Band

AGSFB epitomize all the toothache sweetness I like about twee music. It's somewhat shallow and juvenile, but all-around too adorable and positive to resist. Being cute is king. It makes me feel happier, and I've been feeling a little mopey about being broke in a new city.

I wore this out to dinner and drinks in our new little downtown area last Friday.

Cardigan, Dress worn as a Top and Shoes Target / Skirt ASOS / Necklace The Casbah (Lawrence, KS) / Purse Thrift

I love aqua, black and white together. I realized after taking the pictures that I've worn this vibrant color with this skirt on the blog before, but oh well, it's what I wanted to wear.

I told myself I'm not allowed to shop, but I'm feeling like I really need to purchase these bandage skirts. In every color. I'd say if I were confident about what size I need, I already would have. 2X or 3X, that is always the question with F21. Sizing advice? I only own tops and dresses from F21, but I'm an 18/20. My measurements are 47-41-50. I'm thinking a 2X would be too tight. Why does F21+ have the worst size chart in the history of time?

And why is this the face I made when I thought I got busted taking OOTDs in front of my neighbor's garage?

Questions I can't answer, people.

We Can Do It!

2011-08-04T17:52:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack: The Bleeding Heart Show by The New Pornographers

Sometimes there really is no specific reason I choose a song for a post. I just think this is a really good song, and I like trying to soundtrack your experience on my blog. Neko Case, you make everything a little bit better.

Gerry told me I looked like Rosie the Riveter in this outfit, which is pretty rad. I wore this to the library, and to run other errands.

Striped Button-Up Thrift / Belt Torrid/ Bermuda Shorts Avenue / LaCoste shoes The Antique Mall (Lawrence, KS) / Headband Probably Claire's / Microbrew Ad Astra (Amber) Ale (Free State Brewing Co, Lawrence, KS)

I'm loving blousy, open necklines lately. Actually, that's nothing new. What's new, for me, is not wearing a camisole underneath. I like this breezier, freer, less structured style. Gerry is liking more cleavage. Also, I think this may be the first time I've ever tucked a shirt into jeans. I'm pretty sure some body-shaming, rules-following fashion writers will say it's a no-no for fat girls because it emphasizes a larger lower-belly, but you know, fuck that noise. I like what tucking a shirt in did for this look. I'm surprised it took me so long, but sometimes you have to re-teach yourself how to tune out fat fashion "don'ts".

I'm a dork... let's move on.

Unrelated to my style, I'd like to introduce you to our new neighbors:

These guys and gals are right in our backyard! Isn't it bonkers? I live in a city, how does this happen? I don't get it, but I love it. There is a big fenced-in, tree-filled area behind our duplex. They are there only about half the time. I am home all day long, and days will go by when they're not back there. Where do the goats live? In someone's house, or is there a farm they go to part-time? I have to assume the latter because as far as I know, you can't house-break a goat like you can a cat, right? If anyone has goat insight to share, I'd love a little more information because for now it is a mystery I can't solve. I can't even tell to which house this fenced-in area belongs. I just know I burst out giggling every time I hear a goat baaahhh (is that the correct term for the sounds goats make?) while I'm eating dinner or watching TV. I also love the sound they make while eating leaves, grass and other greens. It's a cute goat-grinding-munching sound. Aren't those sweet looking goat kidlets? I think so!

The Professional

2011-08-02T02:43:00.000-05:00

Friday I had an interview, and tests with a temp agency. I'm actually going to another of the same tomorrow. It feels like a good way to get my foot in the door quickly. The woman with whom I interviewed was about the same age as me, and very friendly and conversational. She asked me to define the most interesting thing about me, and I ended up talking about mitten paws, which surprised me, but in a good way.

Blouse,Vest & Belt LB / Skirt Macy's (on super clearance, I think it was $7) / Pantyhose Target (Assets) / Pumps Guess / Tote Target

This is my official "Interview OOTD." I've worn it a handful of times, and I'll probably wear it again tomorrow. I love how confident I feel when I wear this. I think it makes me look put-together, sophisticated and professional.

I used to hate having to dress professionally because I always felt like I looked like a Republican. Shopping for professional clothing is admittedly my least favorite trip, which I think is pretty common for plus-size women. I still have yet to find a well-tailored pair of trousers, or a fitted, long-sleeve blazer. It is for this reason I turned to the vest and pencil skirt.

I love the lace and pleating on the back of this vest. It makes it far more interesting, and less conservative.

I bought this green tote specifically because it pairs well with all neutrals. Versatility is a good thing to keep in mind if you're on a budget (like me).

When it comes to professional clothes, how do you inject your personality?

Tasty 'n Sons | Our Sunday

2011-07-27T20:41:00.001-05:00

Sunday Brunch makes me supremely happy. I like the lackadaisical timeframe. I like the choice of having breakfast, lunch or a combo. I like that you intentionally get to have one big meal. I like that it's acceptable to have a cocktail (or two) mid-morning. I like that it's generally cheaper than going out to dinner. I like drinking bottomless coffee. It's just a swell time for all involved.

how lovely and accurate is this quote?

I forget where I read about Tasty 'n Sons, but to whomever authored the recommendation: THANK YOU! The food was entirely scrumptious, decadent and well-rounded. We got there pretty early (before 10), and were told we would have an hour wait. I don't think we would have waited if it hadn't been raining and if we knew the area better, but I'm glad we did. We ordered some cocktails, and hung out in the crowd. We ended up only waiting about 45 minutes, and were then seated at the bar (our favorite place to sit because then we can sit next to each other without feeling weird.)

We tried a few ala carte small plates, bacon wrapped dates with almond, and chocolate-potato donuts with creme anglaise. I didn't take pictures because we ate them too quickly. Tasty 'n Sons serves their brunch family-style, and brings items out as they are ready so everybody can share. I ordered the polenta and sausage ragu with mozzarella and a fried egg. The combination made for a rich, creamy, gooey, melty, savory, stick-to-your-ribs meal. I promptly gobbled it up with the help of my manfriend.

Gerry's choice was no real surprise: Steak and eggs served with a cornmeal pancake and jalapeño butter. The steak was a little chewy, but it didn't matter because the corncake was total perfection accompanied by the spice of the butter.

He and I were in agreement that it was quite possibly the best brunch we've ever had (possible exceptions: Longman & Eagle and Wishbone in Chicago). We left stuffed, and happy.

After brunch, we got pedicures! Gerry allowed no photographic proof, but let me tell you, he most assuredly enjoyed himself. It was actually a pretty fun couples' activity. Men should not fear being pampered. Caveman feet are attractive to no one. Although I think I'll have to foot the bill if I ever want him to go again, it's a small price to pay to not have to feel those sandpaper-feet scratch me underneath the sheets.

We then had to rush to view what would become our apartment. I think Gerry was sold from the moment the landlord said "garage." We didn't waste much time deliberating the decision to fill out an application, and then went mattress shopping afterward.

Mattress shopping is fun because you get to cuddle in public without judgment. Gerry and I agreed that a new, big mattress set would be our one splurge.

That evening his cousin and her husband took us out for a fancy Peruvian tapas dinner in the Pearl District. I wish I would have taken pictures, especially of the enormous scallops. It was out-of-control delicious, and made for the best food day ever. We played some euchre afterward, and then walked home holding paws.

Around Town

2011-07-23T02:10:00.000-05:00

As promised, this is an outfit I wore apartment hunting on one of our first days looking. It has been the pits living out a suitcase. Did you know I'm a terrible packer? I am. I always end up with too much this, not enough that, I remember to pack lingerie (multiple items, I think I wore one item once), but forget to pack socks. It's all chaotic. The weather here is also such an adjustment. While the folks back home are suffering in the heatwave, I have found myself comfortable or chilly. Apparently it's unseasonably cool right now, which is good to know, but most days I've been here it has been mid-60's to mid 70's, and quite chilly in the evenings. Of course, I left my my khaki trench hanging in the hall closet, and the rest of my coats are packed away. This jean jacket is all I have which means wearing skirt so I don't look like I am in a jean track suit.

Jacket Thrift (Old Navy) / Shirt Torrid / Skirt Clothing Swap / Shoes Target

I love the color of this skirt. It's such an intense, eye-catching shade of green. When I was at the Your Weight In Gold swap, I tried this on and it fell right off. I let a few of the size 24 women nearby try it on, but it didn't fit any of them. I was too attracted to the color, which reminds me of the '60s, and I felt compelled to take it back in the hopes I would have it altered. My friend, Maggie, took it in, and now it fits perfectly. It's going to be a fall staple. I know it.

I've gotta say, I haven't been missing the heat. My hair has never looked or felt better. Straight hair in July? All day long? This is a first, and I love it. I would like to learn how to dress for the season despite the temperature. If I can thrift some brighter cardigans and a neutral light coat, I should be in business. It's all about layers right now.

I gotta get to bed. Tomorrow is Moving Day!!!

Apartment Hunting and Finding

2011-07-22T19:24:00.001-05:00

I still cannot bring myself to sort through all of the photos I took on our journey to get to Portland, but I will. When I have the attention span to focus on one task at a time, right now there are too many present details to consider. Last week it was apartments, the beginning of this week it was jobs, and the past few days have been everything that goes into moving into a new place: setting up utilities, paying rent, figuring out where to go to find furniture, making priority lists about what we need right away and what we can live without for awhile, looking at cheap DIYs. So much to do; so much going on!

As I mentioned in the last post, Gerry and I both had our own ideas about what we wanted to find in a place. Well before we left, he and I made 5-point wishlists for our new place.

My list included:

1) Character/Ambience

2) Storage room/Closet space

3) Room for a kitchen table

4) Location to restaurants, bars, coffee shops, grocery etc. (the ability to live a more pedestrian, less suburban lifestyle)

5) 2 bedrooms, 2 baths(?!?!)

Gerry's list included:

1) Toilet location (I burst out laughing when he explained this to me, but it is such a valid consideration for a fat person! He wanted to make sure he had enough room to be comfortable on the toilet... as in not wedged between a wall and the sink)

2) Location (West of the river; closer to his new job)

3) Gas stove

4) Dog friendly

5) Air conditioning

So with all of these hopes in mind, Gerry and I took to the streets in search of our new home. We learned very quickly that living downtown was just not going to accommodate our wishlists. We looked at two apartments downtown and they were both about 600 square feet, one bedroom, zero kitchen space, and sort of like prisons. Not at all what we had in mind, and very discouraging.

I had read (in one of my many Portland books) that getting out there, walking or driving around in desired neighborhoods would yield more interesting results than internet searches. I'd say that information was only somewhat true. Driving around (aimlessly) led us to discovering different areas of city, and it's how we found our desired neighborhood. Once we found our neighborhood, we drove its perimeter writing down every apartment phone number we could see from the street. We looked at several potential apartments using this method, but I think padmapper.com was the most valuable resource in relation to budget and location. It's the resource that led us to finding our new place.

The neighborhood we chose was Multnomah Village, an older, close-knit community in SW Portland. We were attracted to its pedestrian downtown area with all the perks I desire in city living, as well as the average price of apartments in the area. Multnomah Village is about 15 minutes away from downtown, but has public transportation options for us. The duplex we ended up choosing is as close as we got to our wishlists. It's a two bedroom, one bathroom, two story space with over 1000 square feet. It has two small balconies, a fireplace, a dishwasher, washer and dryer hookups (his uncle is giving us a washer, and we already Craigslisted a dryer for $50), a dining area and a garage with an extra storage room behind it. It was also just a little bit under budget. We're very enthusiastic about finding it, although the one real bummer is no dogs. Maybe next year? It also does not have air conditioning or a gas stove (surprisingly none of the apartments we viewed had gas), but I think Gerry may like our duplex even more than me. I can't wait to take pictures of it, and show you guys how it all comes together.

Moving day is tomorrow! Tomorrow is also garage sale day. I am excited and hopeful about finding furniture and other houseware items. I plan on taking my camera with me, and documenting our quest to furnish our apartment on a tight budget.

P.S. I know this post is very wordy. I'll have an apartment hunting outfit up tonight or tomorrow morning.

My Big Fat American Road Trip According to Instagram

2011-07-14T02:34:00.000-05:00

We made it to Portland! Gerry and I are staying with his aunt and uncle in (far) Northwest Portland until we can find a place of our own. We're so lucky that he has relatives with plenty of space to put us up. This house we're staying in is huge, and I haven't even seen portions of it yet. I had to ask if they owned a TV because I hadn't seen one (they do). We've got plenty of room to feel like we're not cramping anyone else's style, which I wasn't previously sure about. Down the street are his cousin and her family. They have 3 chickens, a golf cart and an australian shepherd that tugs at my heartstrings because his behaviors remind me of Dixie.

We went apartment hunting today, which proved to be exhausting and deflating, but we're armed with a new plan of attack and plenty of enthusiasm for tomorrow. We've both got our own set of priorities, and finding a place with the criteria to accommodate our needs is going to be tricky. I'm skeptical, but hopeful, and if compromises need to be made, then that's what we will do. The important thing is WE MADE IT, and what a journey it was...

I took more than 500 photos while on our road trip; the primary bulk are from Yellowstone. It's going to take some time before I go through them all, but I thought I'd share some Instagram and phone pictures. If you follow me on Instagram (@mittenpaws) or Twitter (@mittenpawsduh), you may have seen some of these already. These are a nice taste of our big fat American road trip, personal manifest destiny, and one of the best weeks I'll probably ever have.

Bartlett, IL to Lawrence, KS

Lawrence, KS to Denver, CO

Denver, CO to Pinedale, WY

Pinedale, WY to Island Park, ID

Island Park, ID to West Yellowstone, MT (the day we added to spend more time in Yellowstone)

West Yellowstone, MT to Boise, ID

Boise, ID to Portland, OR

Wish us luck finding an apartment soon! We need to get that taken care of so I can start worrying about finding a job. Just gotta take on one thing at a time.

PDX or Bust!

2011-07-06T08:11:00.000-05:00

Our Big Fat American Road Trip is about to commence.

I'm going to try to document as much as possible,

And will be back with all sorts of updates as soon as I can.

A new chapter of mitten paws begins today.

Hope you'll check back to read all about it.

P.S.

I'm moving in with a boy, eeeeeeeeeeep!

Back on Track

2011-06-24T23:59:00.000-05:00

Portland is back in action! We're leaving July 6! Hooray!

I'm elated & thankful & ready.

Well, sorta ready. It's not like I'm all packed up. Far from it.

But Gerry's dad is doing much better, and we feel comfortable leaving, and chasing the dream.

It's been a stressful & trying month.

We got through it by sticking together, and communicating.

We had a pretty epic fight this month.

Fighting with Gerry is interesting because it's more or less a series of endless questions I ask until he can't dodge them anymore, and he has to unload everything on me.

I think it's how he and I have to fight because of my aggressive personality & his passive one.

A lot of our tension this month regarded our personal character flaws & the roles they played in contributing to our stressful situation.

Heavy shit.

But it does absolutely no good to avoid talking about them.

It does absolutely no good holding grudges against each other for them.

It does absolutely no good being hyper defensive about our individual character flaws.

We air the grievances, have the dramatic moment (never short on tears), and go back to loving each other.***

It feels so good to make it out of a huge fight happily.

We high-fived afterward because we're cool like that.

And then made waffles, and acknowledged the fight would have been much shorter if we had been caffeinated.

Fights before coffee just ain't fair.

I may or may not seem like it, but I can be quite the basketcase.

I'm glad he can hang.

Also, did you guys know LuAnne of Weesha's World is featuring my Fat Dialogue [In Love] post on her blog? Because she is. She said some really kind things about it, and I'm honored to featured. Thanks, LuAnne!

*** I feel like the gist of this can be summarized by some advice the too-sweet-to-be-real Sydney shared on her blog. It may sound like cheesy, movie-line advice, but "Choose your love, love your choice" is a sound relationship mantra.

someday soon you will see

2011-06-22T13:16:00.002-05:00

Suggested soundtrack: Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes

I'm so glad this band is back with another phenomenal album. I've probably listened to this song 20 times the past few days. Gerry loves it too. This folksy-Americana genre is where he and I really see eye-to-eye musically. This is great summer music.

Shirt Torrid / Belt Lane Bryant / Skirt L.L. Bean via Thrift / Espadrilles Target / Clutch Thrift / Necklace Thrift / Bracelet The Grandma Inez Collection / Shades Shwood

I wore this outfit to Gerry's best friend's engagement party.

Look at my neck in that middle pic! I look like an ostrich!

I thrifted this skirt at the beginning of the season. It was an awkward length when I found it, not quite midi or maxi, but my friend Maggie hemmed it up for me. It's also a 3X, and thus way too big on me in the waist, but I kept it that way incase I want to wear it low around my hips. Having a drawstring waist allows for more flexibility.

Isn't this medallion necklace a cool find? And, look at how much better Gerry is getting at taking detail pictures! He's so funny when he does it. He had to kneel, and make several attempts. He made sure to try to get back at me for being nitpicky about perfection, though. Before standing up he reached in his pocket, fumbling around for a "ring". "A classic joke". I did not fall for his bullshit, but he wants you all to know it was really funny, aka not funny.

I'm completely in love with these espadrilles, and I want more. They're so comfortable and easy. I have problems finding comfortable shoes, and these are amazing. They were $15, and I know that Silhouettes has some solid colored ones available for $25 (available in wide). It's still early in the season, so I may end up purchasing more.

As promised, here's a closer picture of my new hair color and cut. My cut is nothing that exciting, but the color is a "chocolate-mahogany". I'm pretty pleased, although I think it's a color that looks better when my hair is straight, than when I let it wave and curl.

Lastly, here is a pic of me with my clutch open. I love the trifold interior, and that it comes with a strap for an option. I brought this clutch on my first date with Gerry. <3

On another note, I just wanted to thank everybody for reading. It's been my highest read month since starting mitten paws. I feel lucky to have such thoughtful and sweet readers. Whether it's regarding my style or my personal life, I appreciate the support. Check back soon. I should have a Portland update in the very near future.

Summer Swallowed Us Whole

2011-06-18T13:29:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack - Close to Home by The Get Up Kids

Classic summer anthem from the high school days.

I wore this outfit last week to my baby cousins' baptism. I hadn't planned on blogging it, but we drove by this cute store front for rent and I thought, "why not?" Please note, I awoke before 7 AM on this day. I look tired. Mornings ain't my bag, baby. Gerry and I took a sweet nap once we got home. Also note my shitty rat hair. I was so overdue for a cut. Rest assure, it has happened. I'll probably have Gerry snap some pictures today of my new cut and color. I'm looking less shabby, if I do say.

Cardigan Target / Sundress Avenue / Cami Old Navy / Sandals Lane Bryant / Shades ATC / Necklace Grandma

My aunt, uncle and the babies live just over the Illinois/Wisconsin border. It feels like a whole other world, and I actually love it. After Gerry and I move to Portland, my parents are planning a move as well. My mom just loves those babies, and has a fantasy about working for American Girl, which is right close. I think they'll be happier there. Life is slower and simpler out of the suburbs, and into Wisconsin. I'm a big fan. I'm also a big fan of townie bars, and buy one, get one happy hours. And those accents. And men with facial hair. I think maybe when I'm older I might like to live in an area similar.

This sundress is from Avenue. I know Nicole is a big advocate of Avenue sundresses, and I'll hop on the band wagon. Sort of. I'm crazy about the fit, length and effortlessness of these, but I wish they had prettier prints. The only one I liked was the one shown in Nicole's OOTD, but it looked terrible on me. They make these sundresses in a ton of prints and several solid colors, I just wish the prints were a little more spirited and less sterile. It's very possible I may purchase other solids though. They're lightweight, easy and affordable.

I loved the brick and burnt-orange frame of this store front. Have you ever thought about owning a store? I have. For a long time I had a fantasy about owning an independent record store. Lately I've been thinking about how much I'd love to own a resale shop, especially a plus-size resale shop. I get so much joy out of thrifting, and seeing stylish fat ladies. I'm not really sure how you get something like that going. Seems like you would need a pretty radical haul before opening one.

If you could own your own store, what would it be?

Fat Dialogue [In Love]

2011-06-17T11:58:00.002-05:00

Immediately after taking our shoes off in the doorway, Gerry's hand softly grabbed onto my roll of stomach fat that hangs over my jeans. I guess you can call it a muffin top if you're trying to be cute. Rather than clenching my stomach and turning away, I stepped into it.

I like when you touch my fat parts.

Good, because I like touching them.

I like touching yours, too.

Despite the elementary language and the inherit triviality, it was a moment that stuck with me. Sometimes I question what I want this blog to be--- is it outfit posts, my life, my love? Yes, yes, and yes. But I also want to make my small contribution to the community in normalizing fat bodies in love.

I spent so many years questioning what worth my body would have to anyone else. This insecurity was most strongly present throughout middle and high school (I really identify with the part in The Fat Body (In)visible where Jessica talks about being a class clown because she wasn't allowed to be an object of desire). Because of years of insecurity, I found it hard to accept my body once it did become desirable to some. I remember being terrified to take my shirt off with the lights on in front of a man; not because I didn't want him to see my breasts, but because I did not want him to see my stretch marks. I contribute these feelings both to the newness of the situation, but also to the emotionally-vapid interactions I was having. For awhile I was convinced I would never have an intellectual, emotional and sexual relationship with the same man. But I do now.

I met Gerry at a time when I had been feeling awesome about my body for about 4 months, and I have been feeling awesome about it ever since. I feel like there is this widely held notion that fat people "deal with", "settle" or love each other "in spite of" each other's bodies. On the other side of the coin, there are those who think fat must be associated with fetish. It's bullshit.

I love and appreciate my partner's thick, meaty thighs, his big hands and his hairy, big belly. I won't speak on his behalf other than to say he gives me endless praise about the feel and shape of my body. We never make love with the lights off. We are extremely attracted to each other; clothes on or off. We do not spend time discussing ways to make our bodies smaller, although we do sometimes discuss ways we could make them healthier. Our fat dialogue involves appreciation for the bodies that carry the people we love.

To see more fat bodies in love, visit: The Museum of Fat Love

A Shot in the Arm

2011-06-10T01:49:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack - A Shot in the Arm by Wilco

This is one of my most favoritest summer songs of all-time; so much so that I have written about it before. My last semester in college I was the PR Director for the student-run radio station, KJHK. I (along with plenty of help from my friends) created a few zines based on content created by DJs and other members of the station. I collected short write-ups on DJs' favorite summer songs, and selected "A Shot in the Arm" as my own. Rather than completely re-write my opinion about it, here is what I wrote (with slight modifications): Wilco came to Lawrence mid-May, and really declared summer’s arrival. "A Shot in the Arm" was a definitive highlight of the show. The repetition of vocals that gradually increase in tone pairs perfectly with that summer scene: when you’re in your car with the windows down, the breeze and the sunshine are all around you, and you just want to fucking sing and scream. This song also contains one of my favorite lines, “The ashtray says you’ve been up all night”. Simple, evocative imagery. With twinkly, optimistic Mellotron and stringy synths that both melt and swirl, this song is a small pop masterpiece, from beginning to chaotically beautiful end.

There you have it.

Sunday Gerry and I went to BBQ at my friend Eliana's house. I finally wore the dress I have been fantasizing about wearing since I saw it on the ASOS website.

Dress ASOS / Wedge Sandals Avenue / Purse Thrift (Iron River, MI) / Sunglasses Shwood / Ring Kane County Flea Market / Bracelets Avenue

This dress is an absolute gem. It did need a little repair though. The straps were spaced on the dress for someone far more broad shouldered than I am, so I asked Maggie to adjust them for me. After that, it was perfect. I was so excited to find matching orange wedges! They ended up giving me the weirdest blisters on my 4th toes (ring toes? what are those called?), but you know, suffer for fashion.

Gerry and I stopped to take pictures in an old downtown area on the way to the party. It was definitely not an ideal time to take outfit pictures, as the sun was high and searing, but that's the way it works out sometimes. Also, Gerry was uber paranoid about missing the carne asada (like last year) so he was rushing this process along, haha.

Right before we left my house, I started having insecurities about myself in this outfit-- typical fat girl bullshit thoughts about my arms and pale, chubby legs. Sometimes I find myself thinking, "Yes, this outfit is cute, but am I cute wearing it?" I'm glad I'm at a place where I can (usually) push away the negative body image thoughts, because once I did, I felt like a babe.

It was the perfect day for grilling and being outside. A spectacular Sunday Funday with my work friends.

P.S. Are you seeing this matching beautiful Brazilian baby? He was too cute.

Spanakopita!

2011-06-07T00:05:00.000-05:00

The other night I made spanakopita (with a little help from my main squeeze) for my family. Spanakopita (spanakopitas?) are cheesy, spinach-filled, Greek Phyllo pockets. We had a pound of spinach leftover from our going away party so I thought spanakopita would be a delicious dinner option. I had never had it before, but it's as delicious as it sounds. The recipe I used is a bit time-consuming, and I don't think I could have done it without Gerry folding 'em up for me. He is a lot more patient than I am, which is a good quality to have when handling the paper-thin, delicate layers of Phyllo. I halved this recipe, and it was enough for 4 people with leftovers. I served it with roasted bell peppers and quinoa pilaf. It made a great vegetarian meal.

I documented the meal-making with instagram. Follow me (@mittenpaws) if you don't already, and I'll follow back! I wish my regular camera took pictures with a Nashville filter.

I have to say I enjoyed saying the the word "spanakopita" on repeat as much as I enjoyed eating it.

Dream of the 90s with a Little Cornflower Blue

2011-06-02T12:06:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack: Never Say Never by that dog.

This is a really cute, punky power pop band from the 90s. Even though their 90s fashion is different than mine, this was the first song I thought of when thinking about a great 90s track to go with this post. Isn't the style in this video great, too? I love the use of violin and Anna's sweet, steady harmonies. Enjoy this lovely song, perfect for a sunny spring day.

I really loved wearing this 90s inspired outfit yesterday. One of the number one desires this Spring was a chambray shirt. I think they are effortless, casual and cute. I had ordered this one from Forever 21+ with high hopes. I find the sizing at Forever 21+ to be inconsistent and problematic. It's like every other place I shop I order a 2X, but there, I always order a 3X. This shirt is an example of inconsistency, as the 3X is way too big and bulky. I procrastinated returning it, and time slipped away from me. Having missed the "return by" date, my solution was to tie this shirt up, a look I am L-O-V-I-N-G. It reminds me of Mariah Carey circa Dreamlover (don't you miss that Mariah?), another awesome 90s example. My belly only slightly peeks through, but as a general style right now, I like the crop top/ exposed upper midriff trend. I think it's such subtle sexiness. (Please excuse my black bike shorts, shown from having my hands in my pockets.)

I also love the volume of the open sleeve in contrast to the cinched waist and open neck. I felt really comfortable; styled, but casual.

Shirt Forever 21+ / Skirt Thrift / Sandals TJ Maxx / Brooch Gift from Maggie / Sunglasses Shwood / Earrings Forever 21 (million years ago) / "Purse" Thrift

I got this skirt within the past month from where I will officially claim as my favorite thrift store, The Salvation Army in Streamwood, IL (1080 S Barrington Rd.). I always have the best luck there, and I like the way it's organized. Like every other skirt-wearing girl, I freak out with joy when a skirt has pockets. I also got this very 90s wallet/purse. So cute, compact and convenient if you can wittle down your purse to cash, cards and your phone (which barely fit).

This is also the blog debut of my Shwood wayfarer-style sunglasses, handmade in Oregon. I splurged after years of yearning for them, and I'm glad I did. It's about time I spent more than $10 on a pair of sunglasses. These are unique, and really well-made.

I love the tiny pop of color from this brooch, and I think it's the icing on the cake in terms of completing this look.

Any trends of the 90s you still love?

PS If you enjoyed the suggested soundtrack, how 'bout another? I really adore Minneapolis.

Up in the Air

2011-05-25T13:48:00.001-05:00

I think one of the cheesiest and most cliche quotes is all too applicable at the present time:

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

As a blogger who shares a lot about my life, it can be challenging to know the best way to share the most unhappy and unfortunate aspects, especially when they are not directly about me. I've been procrastinating this post similarly to the way I've been denying its reality. At any rate, here's the situation:

Basically ever since Gerry got his good news, his father has been in the hospital. He went in for some major surgery, but was expected to be out in a week. His post-surgery recovery, however, has been a mess. I want to respect his family's privacy and not get into the details. I'll just say things are serious, and it has become clear that we cannot move across the country at the moment as scheduled. Gerry needs to be with his family right now. Family comes first.

While many things about the present situation are stressful and frustrating, I feel really grateful. We spent most of the month optimistic that everything would work out according to plan, but Gerry made the call Saturday night to pull the plug on our move date. Since then I've been overwhelmed by the support our friends and family have given us. We had a Going Away Party on Sunday and I couldn't believe how many supportive words, hugs, gifts and advice we were given. My mom's high school girlfriends made us the sweetest road trip care package, which Gerry described as "heartwarming," and that's exactly what it is. Because I know so many people are routing for us and wanting us to succeed, I know we will get there, even if things aren't going exactly as planned.

the only picture of us from the party. totally forgot to keep up w/ documenting & take OOTDS

I'm also grateful that Gerry's job is being so understanding and compassionate about when we can get to Oregon. There's just no way to know what is going to happen or when, so I'm really relieved he has found a company willing to put faith in him and support him. I'm also thankful my job is letting me continue to work without knowing how long I'll be around. I need to be working if we're still here. Every dollar helps!

I don't believe in prayer because I don't know if there is a God. It's not because I was not raised to pray, I was, but over time the ritual seemed too methodical. It lost its meaning, and I lost my faith. It was a loss never mourned. However, over the past few years I've developed a habit of talking to the universe. I prefer to be outside, I prefer it to be nighttime, and I prefer when I can see the moon and stars. I find comfort in what I can see, and what I know. But I also believe in karma and I believe the universe can return the good vibes you put out there. I've been spending time talking to the universe and trying to keep a positive attitude.

Despite having a lot of uncertainties, questions and worries, I do ultimately know:

I am insanely in love with my partner
Moving to Portland is our shared dream
Although the timing is up in the air, we'll get there.

How do you take comfort when unforeseen circumstances get in the way of your plans?

Buttons, Buttons

2011-05-16T14:11:00.000-05:00

Rachele of The Nearsighted Owl was nice enough to make me a blog button! Wanna trade? Let me know if you have a button and I'd love to add it to my page.

PS What will The Real Housewives of New Jersey be like without Danielle Staub? I cannot even fathom, ya' know?

Casual Spring Stripes

2011-05-14T13:28:00.000-05:00

Here is a super laid-back look. I wore this outfit to go grab some Lou Malnati's with Gerry and his friends. If you've never had Lou Malnati's, just know that if you visit Chicago it is an absolute must. People may try to tell you that other forms of deep dish compare, but they don't. They just don't. Yes, Giordano's and Gino's East are good, but Lou Malnati's is the definition of perfect Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Particularly with spinach. =) Trust me on this.

As for the outfit, it's simple and bright. I'm embracing horizontal stripes more-so than I have in the past. The higher-waisted style of jeggings pairs well with a striped top. Jeggings smooth-out the hip area, as opposed to stripes with lower-rise jeans which emphasizes "the muffin top." This factor makes me feel more comfortable in my clothes, and therefore more confident as well.

Sweater LB / Jeggings Avenue / Shoes LaCoste via The Antique Mall (Lawrence, KS) / Shades ATC (Lawrence, KS) / Necklace I think it may have been a gift from Maggie.

PS I still haven't started packing. I move across the country in about two weeks! Do any of you have any advice on packing and purging before a big move? Where do even start? I really, really suck at this. I'm lining myself up for a meltdown.

Primary Colors

2011-05-10T15:29:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack - Red, Yellow and Blue by Born Ruffians:

This is the outfit I wore on Mother's Day. Even though primary colors have that kindergarten teacher feel to it, I love the vibrancy of this outfit. I felt very seasonal and ladylike.

We went to brunch (so many brunches lately!), and it was super delicious possibly the best I've been to because of the crab, bacon and mushroom omelette. They also had the best bloody mary garnish Gerry and I had ever seen.

shrimp, cheese, sausage, pickle, handsome bearded man, whoa!

Having said all that, there was an incident with the middle-aged, overworked hostess. We were in a bit of a hurry because my brother and I had to work later in the afternoon. So when we were not sat within 15 minutes of our reservation, my mom grew impatient and asked about it. The hostess gave a short-tempered response, but then another hostess immediately began directing my family toward our table. My mom and dad followed her, but Gerry and I tagged behind. As we were walking away I heard the main hostess talking shit on my mama! On Mother's Day! So I whipped around dramatically and shouted, "I can hear you!"

The hostess looked stunned and defensively said she was sorry. I shrugged it off, and went to the table. After a minute or two she came over and more sincerely apologized (or more likely apologized out of nervousness for her job). When I told my mom what happened, she was all sorts of pleased with me sticking up for her. Ain't nobody talkin' shit about my mama! They also ended up comping a meal off our bill, which was appreciated. Considering how much shit I talk about customers at my restaurant, I wasn't even mad. I understand the necessity. I understand a hostess deals with all sorts of crap out of her control. It's just common sense that you wait until the annoying customer is out of ear-shot before you rant. DUH!

The incident definitely didn't interfere with the beautiful day. Afterward, Ger and I took Dixie on a walk to the nearby dandelion-covered field for a quick photo shoot before work.

Cardigan Target / Cami Target / Belt LB / Skirt Old Navy / Slingbacks Target / Shades Target

What am I doing? Probably telling my patient bf how to take pictures even though he doesn't need to hear it. <3

Wristlet Ann Taylor Loft / Necklace Gift from Maggie / Sapphire Ring / Gift from Mom

I love the print on this skirt, and have had it forever, but haven't worn it for roughly a year. It really draws attention to my big belly and lack of "donkey booty" (shout out to those who appreciate this reference), so I don't know if people would necessarily describe it as "flattering," but fuck that noise.

Ah! Gonna miss this pup so much! Love this pic.

Hope everyone had a Happy Mother's Day!

Here's Your Future

2011-05-06T12:19:00.003-05:00

Suggested soundtrack:

A great sunny-day, blast-loud- music from your car song.

This is an outfit I wore the day before Easter. I wore it to have lunch with an old friend who was in town for the weekend from DC.

At lunch we discussed life and I remember feeling very uncertain. Uncertain about what I wanna be when I grow up, when Gerry and I would move-in together, if Portland would ever happen, and now even though I still have many unanswered questions, I'm feeling certain that things, at very least, are going to be interesting for the next few months. I feel happy.

Cardigan Target / T-Shirt Thrift / Skirt ASOS / Flats Target / Shades ATC (Lawrence, KS)

I really love this skirt, which I'm referring to as my "Beetlejuice skirt". When I saw it on the ASOS website, I immediately wanted it. When I saw how cute it looked on Bronny, I wanted it even more. And I admit, when I saw this Olsen Twin picture, it pushed me over-the-edge, and that's when I ordered it.

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I love the way the skirt twirls, I think it's pretty easy to dress up and down, I've got several tops in mind to wear with it, and I think it's a new spring staple for me. Even if it makes my hips look big, ya know, my hips ARE big. Revelations... I tell you.

BIG FUCKING NEWS.

2011-05-04T14:52:00.000-05:00

WE ARE MOVING TO....

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AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After years of dreaming about moving west, it's finally going to happen. Life is full of unexpected surprises, and this is no exception. In a matter of a week Gerry, on a whim, applied for a full-time position in Portland (Hillsboro) with the company he's currently employed, got called back, they spoke with his current managers, and he was offered the position. All within a week. He didn't even interview! It was that easy. I still think it's unbelievable.

Friday he came over to pick me up for a trip to Minnesota, and I thought to myself, "Wow, he looks really, really happy. He must be really excited about this weekend." We greeted each other as normal, and I started to make us a pre-road trip snack. As I walked by him in the kitchen, he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me in for a hug, and whispered in my ear, "I got the job." His eyes welled up with pride and accomplishment, and I immediately felt the rush of shock, excitement and disbelief. I think I must have asked him 30 times if he was sure, serious and absolutely positive. But it's all true. We're moving at the end of May; packing up our cars and taking a great American road trip together.

We mapped out a route the night we got back from Minnesota. The picture is kind of shoddy, but here is our tentative plan:

Starting in Chicago we'll travel to:

Lawrence, KS (to see my college friends, eat at my favorite restaurant of all-time, Free State, and spend the night)

Denver, CO (hang out and stay with my friend, Matt. hopefully have time to explore)

Jackson/ Grand Teton/ Yellowstone, WY (spend a day being tourists)

From Yellowstone, we're taking the scenic route on the Oregon Trail (Route 20) through Idaho and staying in Boise for the night before heading to our new home, PORTLAND! It's going to be such a great adventure together. I've never traveled west of Manhattan, Kansas (except flying into Vegas, which hardly counts). Gerry and I absolutely love road tripping together, and I can't wait to see the west with him.

The past few days I've basically been hovering on Craigslist, and consulting my maps and travel guides, which I'm sure I'll continue doing until we, hopefully, find somewhere to live.

After considering winging it and trying to find an apartment in a few days one we get there, I think we've now agreed that finding a sublet is the best option. Since we have never been to Portland, we don't want to rush into a lease without knowledge of the neighborhood. We're hoping that by subletting, we'll have enough time to make a more educated and ideal decision about where to live. Here's what we're looking for:

- Mid-June through July (possibly August)

- Less than $800 a month

- Furnished (we're not bringing any furniture)

- West or not too far East of the Wilamette River

No real luck so far, but I've seen a few listings with most of our requirements, so I'm hopeful that we can find something by the end of the month, if not I guess we're winging it!

Despite having concerns about finding a job, having enough money and blowing my savings account, I'm very optimistic about the future. It seems like the timing couldn't be better. My job has been sucking my soul lately, and putting in a letter of resignation felt so good.

I've been deeply engrossed in Just Kids by Patti Smith for about two weeks. Its messages about freedom, living on love, and the unique feeling of being young, broke and happy have been resonating loudly for me (I think I'll end up dedicating a post to this book because it's such a beautiful and carefully written auto/biography).

I'm excited, anxious and curious about making all these changes, memories and experiences with Gerry. This move is inevitably going to bring us closer as a couple, and I'm full of ecstatic-nervous energy about moving in together and relying on each other so heavily. I'm so fortunate and proud to be in a relationship with someone who prioritizes my happiness and parallels it with his own. We've got the kind of love right now for which I used to fantasize and hope. We've got the kind of love I was overly critical and cynical about before I had ever experienced love. I know I'm getting overly sentimental, feel free to roll your eyes if you must, but right now, this is my dream coming true. My Prince Charming got a job, and now we're moving to the location of my dreams. While I'm aware life is never going to be a fairy tale, it has its moments, and it feels amazing to indulge in them. I'm excited and nervous to see what happens next.

my hero

from this past weekend away

Peep Show

2011-04-29T00:14:00.001-05:00

If you follow me on Twitter (@mittenpawsduh), you may have read that Gerry and I were making a Peep diorama for a competition with his family. I must admit, I initially rolled my eyes at the thought of having to make one, but once Gerry and I thought of our idea, I got excited to craft with him... and a little nervous because my arts & crafts skills are embarrassing.

We would have put a little more effort into this baby if we weren't late to meet friends to watch the Blackhawks play, but we were pleased with ourselves nonetheless.

Little did we know Gerry's family members were going to bring their A-game. Here is the rest of the Peep Show:

Over to the left his young nephew did Peeps around a Campfire; His parents did the Death of Caesar.

This was my favorite, The Peep Show presents: American Gothic. I loved the postcards in the background.

His sister & brother-in-law brought ET theme music and used LED tealight candles to make the moon glow.

And here is the winner which was a scene from the movie 300, made by one of his brothers. The picture doesn't really do it justice. Almost everything in this diorama was edible and held together by cake frosting.

In spite of my initial skepticism, the Peep Diorama was really, really fun. It's light-hearted creative competition. Gives you something different to do at a holiday gathering, and considering his family doesn't drink, I appreciated the activity. We were all excited to hear who won (determined by a point system and popular vote). They'll definitely be doing it again next year. Gerry and I were already discussing themes.

Easter we spent the morning with my family, who has always been very into Easter (and Mother's Day) brunch. Last week we made and hosted brunch for my extended family, and on Easter we went out to an old-school Italian restaurant for it. I OD'd on bruschetta, baked clams, cappuccino cake and cannoli. This is what I wore on Easter:

Shirt Target / Skirt Lane Bryant / Pumps Target / Necklace Target

Hope everyone had a nice Easter!

Southern Inspired

2011-04-21T11:40:00.002-05:00

So the day after I ate the best polenta I had ever tasted, Ger and I went out to brunch where I tried grits for the first time, and they were cheesy at that. We went to brunch at Wishbone, which serves up super yummy "Southern Reconstruction Cooking" with a smile at that (seriously, we had the sweetest server). The Southern experience was enough to make me want to recreate my own.

I'll begin by saying that polenta and grits, after much research, are the same thing. You can nitpick me about this if you want, but you say tomato, I say to-mah-toe. The verbiage changes merely in the context of the meal. If you're cooking italian or contemporary American, it's polenta. Because I was cooking Southern food and adding a bucketload of cheddar cheese, these were grits. I was pretty pumped up to make this meal for my family. My dad's roots are from Kentucky. I've heard him lament on more than one occasion about the lack of Southern cooking that goes down in my house. Rarely do I cater to my dad's preferences (read: less healthy), but I was in the mood to go for it.

On the Menu

Shrimp & Cheesy Grits ala Bobby Flay

Skillet Cornbread ala The Pioneer Woman

Collard & Mustard Greens ala Eating Well

Although I would use all of these recipes again (especially for the shrimp), I would use a few modifications.

-The grits recipe includes 2 cups of cheese. I used that amount against my better judgment, and although it made the grits super cheeZzZZzy and rich, I think it overdid it a bit. Cheese is not a food I hold back on, so I was surprised to feel that way, but I think 1 to 1 and a half cups would suffice.

-Along the same lines, I thought there was too much shortening in the cornbread recipe. Gerry said he could taste it too much. I even used less than called for to grease the pan. Next time, I'd grease the pan with a tablespoon of butter, and decrease the melted shortening by a tablespoon.

The darker leaf on the bottom is the collard. The curly lighter-colored leaf is the mustard. The mustard had a VERY strong, musty scent.

You gotta stir, stir, stir grits (or polenta). Makes 'em extra creamy. Pay attention! Get at that pot!

My Southern-inspired attire. Blouse Gap / Bandana Artists & Fleas (Brooklyn)

YUM!!! SOUL FOOD.

Lassoing My Cowgirl Dreams

2011-04-19T13:56:00.002-05:00

Suggested soundtrack:

"Lonestar" is a short, sweet and charming little song. Every time I listen to it, I have to go back and listen to it over (and over) again. In my opinion, that's the test for a 2 minute(ish) song-- does it make you wanna repeat? I love the abrasive dragging on the guitar strings, the way she says "doggie" and the cutesy pop lyrics. Perfect alongside this post.

Sunday we had "Fake Easter" with some family we won't be able to see next week. My mom made a fantastic brunch spread. The glory of brunch will always make my happy. I contributed a spinach, bacon and cremini mushroom frittata. Eggs are one of my favorite foods, and frittatas are an easy solution to serve a crowd at brunch. Sauté your aromatics in a cast-iron skillet with a little olive oil (or in this case, leftover bacon grease), add and cook your vegetables until they shrink down, sprinkle with a light layer of cheese, add beaten milk and eggs, cook on the stove for a few minutes, sprinkle with more cheese and then pop it in a 375 degree oven for roughly 15-20 minutes. It's a piece of cake, and they always turn out so freaking delicious.

After brunch, Ger and I went off to take outfit pictures. I really appreciate him playing photographer and he actually suggested this location for the shoot. These are probably my favorite outfit pictures to date. Hope you like 'em too.

My unnecessary new trench from Old Navy. Couldn't resist it.

Blouse Missphit / Belt & Skirt Lane Bryant / Cowboy Boots Thrift (TJ Maxx via Goodwill)

Earrings La Mode Accessories

I'm grateful we had a nice enough day to take these pictures. Sunday was sandwiched between Saturday's freezing rain and Monday's slushy snowfall. Spring, quit teasing us!

Can't Hardly Wait (for Spring to Fling)

2011-04-17T01:27:00.000-05:00

Suggested soundtrack:

I think The Replacements are one of those bands that make indie rock/pop nerds' hearts leap! The 'Mats musical brand of punky-power pop is fucking irresistible. Like seriously, are you listening right now? I want this song to be playing when I go out to drink beers and play darts with my friends (as opposed to what I usually hear). It's danceable and singable, but most of all, lovable. GET INTO IT, Y'ALL.

Last week Chicago caught a glimpse of SPRING. A glimpse is apparently all that it was because today there was nothing but cold wind and freezing rain. I'm glad I took advantage of a day's worth of sunshine and warm weather when I did. I wore this outfit to the city to hang out with Gerry and go on a dinner date. We went to Browntrout, which is super delicious, uses mostly organic and sustainably farmed products and has a sophisticated, but laid-back feeling inside. We've been there twice, and both times have been very positive experiences with food and service. I will also refer to this place in the future as the place that made the best polenta I have ever eaten. I'm serious. I could have eaten bucketfuls of the luscious, buttery starch... I'm digressing. This is what I wore:

Dress LB / Shoes Target / Purse Thrift

I've worn this dress to two different weddings a few years ago, but I'm glad I wore it out for a more informal occasion. I think that despite the bold color, it can be dressed up or down based on hair, make-up and accessories.

Necklace Macy's (Lucky)

Despite my mother and boyfriend constantly reminding me that I have too many clothes, shoes and purses, I've never really put much stock into it. I've sort of chalked their chatter-in-my-ear up to my mom not approving of the way I spend my money, and Gerry not having a real understanding of fashion. Having said that, throughout the past month I have felt like the clutter has been bombarding me. Without enough hangers available after laundry day, or enough drawer space to to necessitate all my PJ pants, I decided to go ahead and do some spring cleaning. Not only was this about getting rid of things I don't wear, but I also wanted to reorganize everything. I have finally categorized my closet and armoire, as opposed to having a totally haphazard mess.

In Jay's most recent post, she emphasizes the importance of being picky with your wardrobe (a belief of hers I know she has stated before). I tried to keep that in mind while I de-cluttered my closet, made my Spring/ Summer wishlist and went shopping today. I do not think it is something I have ever considered before, and I venture to guess many plus-sized girls can relate. I have lived the better part of my life only looking for things that fit to qualify them as worthy for purchase. I truly could not even begin to guess how many times I have bought and worn items thinking, "it will due." Selectiveness is a hard mentality to adapt after years of unsolicited conditioning. While plus-sized retail options have gotten better, they're still no where close to acceptable. Online shopping supplements this void, which is something I'm trying to embrace despite the shortcoming of not being able to try anything on. Although it can be really frustrating having to pay for return shipping [if something doesn't fit], the reward of finding better-quality and/or occasion-specific garments is a huge payoff. With all of this in mind, I made a Spring/Summer Wishlist after I was finished cleaning out my closet. It's definitely a combination of wants and needs.

- comfortable brown sandals (flats and wedges)

- comfortable tan boat shoes (because I love masculine shoes, always)
- comfortable black flats
- black maxi skirt

- spandex biker shorts (to prevent chub-rub (preferably in light gray))

* frilly, white-lace bobby socks

* Rachel Antonoff shoes (Lady, Matilda or Odette)
* ~~Shwood Canby Sunglasses~~ (I ordered them earlier today. I've wanted them long enough to invest.)
- faded denim, loose fitting shorts (eeep! haven't worn shorts in years, ready to put my pale fat legs out there again)

- ~~darkwash bermuda shorts~~
- swimsuit (*emerald green would be ideal)
* something orange, emerald green or plum that matches my fave pair of shoes
- casual maxi dress

- casual midi dress
* chambray shirt
- casual khaki pencil skirt
- thrifted vintage t-shirts

What do you want and need for spring and summer '11?

Experimenting with Myself [Skipping Underarm Shaving]

2011-04-09T01:33:00.001-05:00

Expanding a little on my "Color Block, Pop, Shock" post, and this idea of being more open-minded when it comes to my own physical appearance, I opted not to shave my armpits last week. I will be the first one to admit my prior, judgmental stance on women not shaving under their arms--- thinking it's not a very feminine, hygienic or attractive look. Mostly, I'll say I just didn't "get it." Not that there is anything to even really get. Some women wanna shave, some women don't. Boom, simple as that. Maybe...

Whenever I see a woman with hairy armpits, I stop and stare. I feel like the more I see it, the more I'm intrigued by it. Society's opinion and the masculine association with not shaving is dominant (at least 'round these parts). I've gradually come around to appreciating those who choose to ignore this gender expectation, and own the look. So last week I didn't shave because I wanted to see if it was a look I liked on myself. I kept it rolling a second week to spite Gerry, who most certainly does not "get it." I feel like these pictures don't quite capture how long my armpit hair is, but I just wanted to take some quick photo booth shots, so it'll do.

I realize to some people this whole topic is silly and just one big "so what, who cares, no big deal," but I think there are many variables to consider when embracing the natural. It's interesting how many times this week Ger and I talked about it. He's been quite vocal about disliking it. He's always going to encourage and support me to do whatever I want to do, but this has been something he has not shied away from dismissing. My reaction is two-fold of wanting to antagonize him to prove that I do what I want and he should embrace it (which he usually does), but also not wanting him to find me unattractive in a way I can easily prevent. In the end, I know that I liked the way it felt and looked after a week, but week two I've been ready to shave (I will tomorrow). I sweat way more when it's long, and I don't feel as fresh. I also have to admit, when I look under my arm, I don't feel like hairy armpit equals pretty. Just being honest. I did like the more rebellious nature of the look though, and I'm definitely going to grow it out for a week this summer, and wear it with my new sleeveless, floral mini-dress I ordered from Forever 21+ (no longer available to show you). I really appreciate the masculine/feminine contrast. For the most part though, this is a look I'll leave to others.

What do you think about shaving under your arms? No big deal? Act of rebellion? Sexy? Not attractive? Do you ever or regularly not shave? Is it a political or fashionable decision?

So many questions, but I really am curious what you think about the topic.

Dog Blog

2011-04-07T23:58:00.000-05:00

My dog-sister Dixie Lou is half Australian Shepherd and half Black Lab. The winter months are when her Australian Shepherd side really shines. We let her hair grow wild and free. One of my fondest nicknames for her is "Princess Fuzzy Paws," (there's a song I like to sing along with this nickname). Towards the end of winter, she always begins looking a little mangey and unkempt. We also start wondering if we've been overdoing it on the treats, as all that extra fur makes her look a little more plump.

But then spring hits, and it's time for a hair cut. It never, ever ceases to amaze me how quickly my fur-ball, lion-like, pudgy pup transforms into a sleek, small Black Lab. Post-hair cut leaves her looking like a baby calf. Her ears always feel so soft, and she looks like she's dropped 10 pounds and 5 years.

I think she's equally adorable; furry or trimmed.

Before:

One of my favorite things about her winter coat are these odd, long "cock-a-doodle-doo" hairs on top of her head. I called them her fuzzy duck hairs. And yes, I did twirl them up a little for emphasis, but they do often stick up all on their own.

After:

I love my sweet pup. <3