loving on lumber town

chez Flora

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

That’s pretty much what’s moving through and across my mind and heart this sweet, early morning. Arrived in Portland yesterday to a blue sky and sunshine– um, most unexpected and most welcome. So far the weather is wide and ranging– need lots of layers here for the warm to chilly flux– as in most of my favorite cities.

Can we talk about inspiration?

Holy god— and I haven’t even begun to move about– but even the smidges of what I am experiencing has me giddy with being in a city of such creative, open, healing spirits. Seriously, when you enter an airport where the first “shop” is not beer and fried food, but a sumptuous spa where you can de-stress in a soothing, serene environment–

and then from there are kiosks of fresh salads, Powell’s books, fresh artisan breads.
in. the. airport.

Well, you know you’re not in New Hampshire anymore.

And, let’s just not even talk about the style of clothes people wear–  funky individual style meets handmade knits– sigh. Am happy.

Spent the afternoon eating Thai food, tooling around, in Flora’s studio (sweet!), more great restaurant, hardware store, co-op– home to an uber comfy bed where I slept like the dead.

Delish. Fresh pressed coffee this morning and a honey crisp apple that tastes EXACTLY like its name– and soon off to a day of painting and meeting new people and happiness layered with play layered with love layered with light and magic and a life that feeds my soul.

I think there will be some photos for you in the days ahead– oh yes, I believe so.

Bisous, E