We lived to see another day after a wild wild evening in the mean streets of Rose City.
one day, I too will have a stained glass window of an exploding doughnut... dreamz
were THE best. Josh dove into the pulled pork as I devoured my sumptuous roasted butternut squash.
The day began at the Doug Fir for a lovely breakfast minus the tetra pack OJ (I'm partial to freshly squeezed). Then on to the main attraction - vintage clothing and record shopping. I came away with a couple of new gems - dum dum girls & marvelous darlings.
We were in need of road sustenance before taking off to Seattle so we popped by Voodoo Doughnuts for a sweet treat and Bunk Sandwiches for a savoury finish. I'm hungry all over again looking at the photographs. Good grief.
Seemingly I am back to my old habits of 'borrowing' Joshy Boy's clothes aka trying to steal them to no avail. I suppose he does deserve to own nice things after his traumatizing experience abroad. He did, however, release an over sized ripped up Riff's t shirt into my custody and for that I am grateful. It is even possible that it was hidden under that luxurious ds dundee
wool sweater in the photos above.. but I rather keep that a mystery.
wearing: jeans - bdg. desert boots - thrifted. scarf - paul smith. sweater - ds dundee. handbag - winners. necklace - phyrra. shades - ray ban.
Labels: Being A Tourist, food coma, joshy boy, portland, road trip, travel, travel guide, Treats