A night at the ball

Photography: James O'Shea of the  Salem Arts Association , Styling: Melissa Comer, Megan's Wardrobe:  Ring A Ding Retro  in Salem, Location:  Bush House Museum

Photography: James O'Shea of the Salem Arts Association, Styling: Melissa Comer, Megan's Wardrobe: Ring A Ding Retro in Salem, Location: Bush House Museum

Written by Megan.

Last night we had such an incredible time at the 19th Annual Clay Ball, which is a fundraiser event for the Salem Arts Association. You may recognize those two people in their advertisements for this year. Our dear friends James O’Shea and Melissa Comer asked us to model for this year’s photos. The theme of the event was Silver Screen. The first two photos you see here are from our photo shoot with James and Melissa at the Bush House Museum. James took these beautiful photos, Melissa styled us, and the gowns I am wearing are from Ring A Ding Retro.

This was such a classy and beautiful event. There were incredible silent auction items, a formal dinner, and a live auction. Among the prizes, the ones we were eyeing included a trip to seven locations in Europe, a cruise for two, an Icelandic adventure, and a stunning oil painting by artist John Van Dreal. This was such a well organized event and it gave me another reason to pull out one of my gowns from the back of my closet. We were inspired by the art surrounding us and we were excited to see everyone looking their best. You all looked wonderful last night! 


Finding a Campsite by Moonlight

Written by Guy.

It was getting darker by the minute. We watched the bright, silver-dollar moon make its climb into the sky as we crept through campsite after campsite trying to find an unreserved spot to pitch a tent.

Throughout the chaotic week, we had escaped in reverie to the cool, out-of-townness of Mt. Hood. All we wanted was to lose phone service, sense of time, and the countless other hindrances that make days seems short in the urban grind. Now our car was loaded with all the essentials for a weekend in the woods: tent, stove, s'more supplies—the works.

If only we could find somewhere to sleep.  

Trillium Lake: No Vacancy.  

Frog Lake: All full—disappointing because the name is fun.

Clear Lake: Nope, every spot was claimed, with shining fires gloating at us as we drove five miles per hour through the loop of campsites.

We kept driving onward through the back roads around Clear Lake determined to find somewhere to sleep. It was now well after ten o’clock, with no other cars in sight. By moonlight, I could see Megan smiling happily. She was enjoying the adventure of not having plans, a schedule, or an idea of what to do next. So did I. We both needed a break from planning our days at breakfast and executing task after task until dinner. 2017 has been a year in hyper-speed. We simply haven’t stopped working.

Our only work now was to find somewhere to park and establish camp. The moon beamed down brightly on the road where it found breaks in the trees, creating a patchwork of darkness and blue. The contrast was dreamlike, but also eerie. Our eyes labored in silence as we searched through patches of light for a space large enough to park a car and pitch a tent.

Eventually, we found that empty spot. I think it may have been waiting for us all along. Spread wide and open, it was fortified by an army of Doug Firs that separated us from the others campsites. Immediately we knew this was home.

The morning brought chirping birds and a clear, blue sky. Over coffee Megan and I took in the happy change of having no plans and nothing to do except enjoy the day.  


To the Tulips

Written by Megan.

Spring has sprung here in Portland, but has it really if we don’t share a post of us with some more biological proof? We finally made it. After years of hearing about these beautiful fields of flowers, we drove down to Woodburn to frolic in a field of spring itself.

We love the country. So much so that we plan to eventually leave the hustle and bustle of the city to be among the quiet and slowness of small-town life. We dream of a big house with a wraparound porch where our garden will grow, our pup can run free, and our future children can adventure in peace.

You see, that is what I know. I grew up in a small town where everyone knows your name, what you did the day before, and what you did that one day in second grade. In all actuality, it is what has made me the person I am today and I think it truly has taught me to be extra vigilant about my actions in my life and how to treat those around me like my neighbor.

We arrived at the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival and were delighted to find that parking was a breeze. Actually, it may have been because of the breeze. It was a pretty quiet day there, with not many people. It was also blustery with the heavy clouds above taunting us with rain drops every so often. We were lucky though, warmed by coffee, lovely staff, and tulips for days. I know the photos can probably speak for themselves here, but what a sight to see!  

We came for a quick visit just to see the flowers, but we know that there are a lot of other great things to enjoy at the festival including hot air balloon rides, wine tasting, hay rides, and shopping from local vendors.

We hope to come back next year, fingers crossed the weather will be better!

Megan's outfit: 

Guy's outfit: 


Where to find the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival


Where to Find the Blossoms on the PDX Waterfront

Written by Megan.

Is it all a myth? No.

Are my photos fake? Definitely not.

Have the blossoms already gone? As of April 29th, 2017 -- Yes.  

It’s true, the beautiful spring time blooms that bring our rain riddled waterfront back to life actually do exist and we finally found them. I’m going to be as transparent as possible here because after one of my photos was reposted by Travel Portland on Instagram, there were several comments of people who were having trouble finding the blooms.

When Guy and I traveled down Naito Parkway on the morning of March 29th, 2017 we were determined to not stop our car until we embarked on at least one tree full of blossoms. We were almost about to give up on our journey when the streets of downtown blurred by… SW Yamhill, Morrison, and Stark. Still, no sign of a bloom. Then, nestled in between the Burnside Bridge and the Steel Bridge -- the most beautiful row of pink blooms ever!

There you have it. Mystery-solved. My guess is that the best time to trot down this way to view the blooms is from mid March to early April.

Where to find the blossoms