tell your story . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

boots & wellies / chairs & bike . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

the kitchen . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

breakfast . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

the dresser . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

piano maps . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

the room . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

where to? . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

prepping . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

milk glass typewriter . portland, or . canon 5d mk2

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& the polaroids.

that blender . portland, or . sx-70

the cursive typewriter . portland, or . sx-70

the dresser top . portland, or . sx-70

miss amy seeley . portland, or . sx-70

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Portland, oh Portland. But before I begin on you, I must begin on Miss Amy Seeley (along with the lovely roommate Emily)’s home. My dear friend Amy was gracious enough to allow me to stay with her while I was in Portland, and I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to see Portland with her, through her eyes. After leaving Astoria, I drove inland towards Portland and arrived later than I had planned. Immediately once I entered Amy & Emily’s abode, I fell in love. It’s so charming in every. single. way. See that typewriter? It writes in cursive. I’ve wanted one ever since now. That blender? So 1950′s perfect. The chairs and bike? The boots and wellies? Can we talk about those?! I am green with envy, if only it rained enough here for me to justify buying a pair (of course, I can justify buying ten thousand coats though. lol) I especially love how Amy arranges her room, with pockets of inspiration everywhere. Her dresser top is filled with treasures, things that you can tell she adores. (And it’s hilarious that she and I have the exact same milk glass pedestal vase – I found mine at a thrift store here in San Diego, hers in Portland). And her beautiful, beautiful piano, where she creates her lovely sounds. My favorite spot in her entire home would probably be right above her piano, where she has lovingly arranged some clear bottles, a compass, a feather, and my favorite part of all – a typewritten phrase – tell your story.

I wish I had taken more photos of their home, cause there were so many things I loved about it. I loved the morning light that streamed through the front in the morning, and cascaded down the back of the house and into Amy’s room in the afternoon. I loved how cozy it felt, I could have stayed for so much longer!

Obviously this isn’t all that I experienced of Portland, but I did want to separate it into two posts to feature the home & then the city. Oh, the city.

That will come next.

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Previous road trip posts:

the beginning.
day one.
day two.
day three.
day four.