one year with big & little

One year ago we intended to depart Bainbridge Island to shop for a Christmas tree on the way home from a wonderful Thanksgiving spent on the Island. Five hours later we arrived home with two adopted cats instead of a tree. Leading up to Thanksgiving weekend last year, I was still in the midst of…

Edinburgh

While planning our recent UK trip, I decided it would be nice to take a trip within the trip. Paris was immediately top of my list. What is better than a day or two spent walking the dreamy streets of Paris, gazing at the Eiffel Tower at any given opportunity? Not much. My mom had…

cinnaholic comes to seattle

DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE. For years, I’ve wished for our very own Cinnaholic in Seattle. Every time they would announce via Instagram a new shop opening, I’d feel let down that it wasn’t in my city. Seattle needs this decadent treat, why are we being neglected?! One fine Friday late in October, my wish…

Neighborhood Favorites

Two weeks ago marked one year back in Seattle, back where I belong. One of the fastest years of my life. Most days, I can’t believe we are truly home again. During four years away, my love and longing for Seattle made its way back into my heart. Sure, the winter was tough and there…

Montana

The most important lesson I’ve learned since returning to the northwest is to a) check the weather b) expect it to change at any time c) get the gear d) don’t let the rain deter you from being outside. Years ago, I would have likely checked the Kalispell forecast leading up to my trip, but…

Mary in Paris: What I Ate

Food. It is kind of my thing. Ok, completely my thing. Therefore, it only makes sense to tell you what I ate in Paris. Also, you should assume the components below were all accompanied by large amounts of wine or vodka mojitos. French Macarons French macarons have nothing to do with those flaky toasted coconut…

A Return to France

The entirety of my adult life, I’ve held onto an unwavering hope that I would get the chance to return to France and redeem my 16-year old self, who only spoke English during a 2 week visit in the summer of 1998 with my school French club. I swore that if I ever returned, I…