Salt

My neighbors brought me the best home warming present a girl could hope for: a compost bin. I mean a deer lick. They also brought me the first item, but since it's still just filled with rotting watermelon rinds and coffee grounds, it rates second. The deer here are uncomfortably unafraid of both people and cars. This is nerve racking, but I have been in awe of the fawn that come so close. More amazingly, my neighbors saw two bucks near the salt lick butting antlers! I'm sure their struggle looked similar to that of these two:

Walton Ford

Since Netflix went up, this is Wednesday night entertainment here. I'll provide the window and um, you can bring popcorn.

Go Here

Earlier this week I ventured into the big city, and for the first time in my life was startled by the sound of voices everywhere. 12 days in the woods does that. To make the most of the Portland venture, I tracked down mysterious signs for The Good Mod, turning down Gowanus-esque roads and dusty alleys. If you are someday following the same signs, keep going until you hit an unwelcoming warehouse parking lot, because that means you've made it! It is worth feeling lost for the treasures within. I treated it like a small museum instead of a store, so that I could leave inspired, not inspired and on a penniless high (so bittersweet). Here's what I would have brought with me, had it not been a museum and all.:

Danish Stacking Tables

Sergio Rodrigues Sheriff Chair and Ottoman. Just intimidating enough to make a good conversation piece. Also, very comfortable.

Whale

(Since my pictures didn't turn out too well in the dimly lit, dusty, beautiful space, these are from thegoodmod.com)