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.