Category Archives: Portland, OR

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Happy Birthday, Oregon! You’re 151 years old today :)

If your heart isn’t in Oregon…well, you’re missing out, but you can find the rest of the states here.

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Adventures in Reusing in Portland, part 1

We discovered two of the most fabulous stores in Portland over the weekend.

Scrap has basically everything you could ever want to craft like fabric, magazines, paint and even the kitchen sink. Literally (kind of):

I had heard about Scrap before but thought it was going to be expensive. It was started by a group of teachers who didn’t want to throw away their art supplies and somehow I got it in my head the point of the store was to raise money for schools. (Which, translated, usually means “expensive).

I was wrong.

What would you use paper binding strips for? No idea, but I bet I could come up with something if it only cost fifty cents!

It was almost overwhelming. There was so much amazing-ness that I couldn’t decide what I needed, so here’s what I ended up with:

Total cost? $2.60. Yes, please!

This post is already photo heavy, so I’ll save the next place for tomorrow. All’s I’ll say is, Isaac loved it. :)

It’s quite possible that there was a Santa conference or pub crawl going on in North Portland, because the street was lined with scenes like this:

 

Blurry, but it makes me laugh.

We ended with dinner at Fire on the Mountain Wings where I felt like a wuss because their mildest sauce was almost too hot for me. We played Trivial Pursuit while we waited for our food.

We didn’t really keep score, but I’m pretty sure I lost.

Birthday = Awesome afternoon in Downtown Portland = most amazing massage and salmon dinner ever

In case anyone was wondering, my husband is more sweet and thoughtful and awesomer than yours.

Yes, “awesomer” is a word, even though Microsoft keeps putting that stupid little red line underneath it.

He gave me a surprise spa day for my birthday and then we had dinner at one of Portland’s most popular restaurants, Portland City Grill.  The whole thing was a surprise, which was actually kind of stressful for me.  How was I supposed to decide what to wear if I didn’t know what we were going to do?  Isaac kept telling me to wear whatever I wanted, and he picked out a dress for me to bring, but still….

I got a facial and full body massage, and then my hair was styled for dinner.  Isaac showed up all dressed up and took me to the 30th floor of the US Bancorp Tower for Portland’s best of the city.  How did he get away with dressing up without me knowing, you ask?  I wondered too…he told me he was going to Macy’s to “return a pair of slacks” (which was actually true) but he bought a nice shirt while he was there and he had worn his nice shoes because he “didn’t have anything besides flip flops.”  Sneaky, sneaky.

Best dinner ever.  

Plus there was a signed birthday card and birthday confetti sprinkled all over the table when we got there.   And the complimentary chocolate soufflé was quite possibly the most amazing thing I’ve ever eaten.

Does anyone else love birthdays as much as me?  Or am I just acting like a twelve year old?