growing old together

Breakfast Army was cancelled this weekend so that Toma and I could attend my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. They were married in 1962, at age 19, and are still happily (for the most part) married to one another. I think this is amazing... mostly because I don't think I will even live long enough to see a 50th anniversary. Oh and I am not married... there's that too. My entire family, which is rather small, was in attendance. My children thus far are the last of this bloodline. (fun fact: this is also true on my father's side, as I am the only member to reproduce!) We drove up to the Columbia River Gorge, and ate brunch at the Skamania Lodge. This wasn't so much brunch as it had bottomless mimosas, but I am still coming up with a name for a meal that consists soley on orange juice and champagne. But honestly, the views were beautiful, the food was yummy and plentiful, and I got to watch my grandparents blow out the candles on their 50th anniversary cake. A pretty impressive sunday I should say. My lovely hawaiian print dress is from The Urban Eccentric, and my hair is lazy left over curls piled on top of my head. Classy!

Broke Down Breakfast

Our wayward breakfast travels landed us in a sweet spot in north Portland called Beaterville this week. This quaint tin-shack style restaurant is covered in 50s memorabilia, but not like that "poodle skirt soda shop" crap, I'm talking real authentic mid century vibe. Formica tables, booths with tuck and roll seats, an a few novelty kitchen pieces from yesteryear. The walls are adorned in pictures of hot rods, rad rods, and half dead rods... Its a true vintage lovers breakfast dream. And the bright walls and amazing food ain't too bad either! (try the salmon omelet, thank me later.)

I wish you could see my outfit more, I was a terrible fashion blogger this week and hardly took any pictures. My pants are the amazing cigarette pants by Bernie Dexter. I can stress how much every human being on the planet needs to own these pants. More on those soon!

BREAKFAST ARMY: Hawaiian Style

The breakfast group gathered on my side of the river this week at a little "polynesian style" restaurant called Tommy O's this Sunday. This place is like living in its own identity crisis... a polynesian hawaiian spam eating breakfast joint... I ordered Huevos Rancheros. Regardless, it was delicious, and the company was wonderful. Team jessup came out, held baby olive and drank delicious bloody marys. A solid Sunday if you ask me!

My dress is a lovely floral print 50s wiggle I picked up at a yard sale. Fur cardigan was my grandmother's. Shoes are by Two Lips.

Breakfast Army {Screen Door}

This week, the troops rallied at local hot spot Screen Door to enjoy some southern flair. Known for their chicken and waffles and extremely long wait times the Screen Door is a must on lists of places to try at least once in Portland. This Sunday, the wait times was as painfully long as possible, and to add insult to injury it was extremely cold and rainy. I was unable to get outfit pictures until we got home and could be housed safely on the front porch. The Cajun Bloody Mary however, was totally and completely worth the wait.








In the last picture I am scowling at an unknown noise coming from the side yard, because when in doubt one should always get angry at things you can't understand.
I am almost positive this whole outfit other than my tights was entirely thrifted! How cost effective of me!

Head Quartered

This week Toma and I became what appears to be real business owners! We have officially signed on space in the beautiful historic Academy in Vancouver to house both my Etsy Shop studio and his printing business, Dolara Design Fine Art Printing. I prefer to call him the PrintMacher, I doubt he wants that on the business card though. The space is bright, large, and full of history. We even have our own private balcony, because we are super fancy people obviously.

Toma is still pursuing his art and printmaking of his own work, but when the best print shop in Portland went out of business he was up a creek on printing. So like any logical, non-impulsive person would we bought all of Quick Stop Photo's equipment when they shut their doors. So, we now do all of Toma's art printing, as well as filling the void for the portland metro area when it comes to fine art and photography printing! What an exciting adventure we are about to embark on. We move in this week which means my schedule will be very hectic, but I hope to share new images once we get all set up!

Building a Breakfast Army

I don't usually find myself gracing the morning hours with my awake-ness, but Sunday morning breakfast traditions have changed that fact. I now rise early to prepare for a new edible adventure every Sunday. This week was not so new, as we returned again to the J & M Cafe. What was new to this outing was our company. It appears we are recruiting troops for the breakfast army, which this week included Toma's sister, her fella, Philip as always, and the entire Team Jessup. Next week I promise we will find somewhere different to eat so you can at least see some different scenery.

I wore my 70s Ranch Wear pearl snap shirt, with a cute western style skirt I bought from Solanah. I also took this blogging opportunity to demonstrate how ridiculous the slouch pose is, and how much I hope it falls off the face of blogging and fashion modeling soon.

Traditional

Based on recent Sunday traditions coming into existence I find myself wondering if I should transition over to a Portland foodie blog format instead. (OH! I just found this one!) No! I wouldn't that to you all, but Monday morning posts seem to be recollections of my Sunday morning habitual breakfast with friends in the city. So, in new tradition I bring you Monday's recall of the previous day's deliciousness.
This week we waited on the street in the cold for nearly an hour to eat at GRAVY on Mississippi St. The cold wait was well worth the giant omelets and super fresh ingredients. As usual the team was in full attendance, Me... looking ever fashionable (ha!), Toma, our friend Philip, and lest we forget Baby Olive. Olive slept through breakfast entirely, so she can't submit a review on the kid-friendliness of the establishment, but other babies and kids smiled, waved, and even gave us a fist bump!

My outfit is almost completely purchased from the Urban Eccentric. Except my "leggings" I got those at a department store, and was sorely disappointed when I got home and realized they had no feet! Footless tights make no sense to me, and my poor feet were very cold on this chilly winter/spring day. Baby Olive is swaddled in a quite fashionable blanket that was a gift from fellow blogger Art Deco Dame.