Aw Shucks

Thanks, Abby and Chelsea, for the sweet vendor spotlight.
These ladies are cooking up quite an event.


Primarily Primary

One of the stops on our neighborhood walk the other day was a shop that had an awesome selection of beads. Right here in my neighborhood and I never knew! Thanks for tipping me off, Jen. These reds, yellows, and blues will all make it to the Little Winter market. I hope you will, too.


Home with No Apologies

Sometimes I feel weird telling other Portlanders where Barry and I live. Our neighborhood gets mixed reactions from people. Some think it's an exciting area with a lot going on, but others think it's yuppified. Honestly, it's both.

I occasionally find myself making excuses for our part of town, but I think I'm getting over it. I've come to love our neighborhood, with its good parts and its bad parts. The feeling hit home yesterday, the first day of our new "weekend" now that Barry has a new job (which he loves, thanks for asking).

We spent the day bumming around our neighborhood, walking to a good breakfast spot then on to some great local shops. We stopped at a sweet little cafe and later, a fabulous bakery. We ended up at one of my favorite corners in the city with views of buildings, bridges, train tracks, and sky that I can never get enough of. And we were home.


There's a First Time for Everything

For once in my life, I'm not waiting until the last minute to get things done. Actually, I'm having a ball getting pieces ready a little on the early side for the Little Winter sale that will take place at The Cleaners at the Ace Hotel on November 6th and 7th. That's right, I've got two solid months before Little Winter and I'm already making serious progress with jewelry for the sale. I've been playing around with a mix of modern and tribal elements in my designs recently and am really pleased with the results.

If you're into these, cool - but if not, have no fear. With so much time to work on jewelry, I'll definitely have a wide assortment of styles available at Little Winter. Up until the show, sulu-design shop updates will be less frequent than usual, but there will be plenty in the shop come holiday time... I mean before holiday time. 'Cause I'm on top of it this year, for once.


More on Home

Did you happen to notice all the books piled on the floor in that last post? We decided to get rid of one of the Ikea Billy bookshelves that served us well for the past nine years. It really was a solid piece (with it being from Ikea, I feel like I have to emphasize that fact), but we were both done looking at that thing. And once we decided we were getting rid of it, it had to go immediately. Thank you, Craigslist. So the shelf is gone and the books are at home on the floor.

Standing in Billy's old place is another Ikea piece. I won't even get into the on-going "to-do-Ikea or not-to-do-Ikea" discussion that's gone on here. All I can say is I'm swooning over the little Besta console that we put together yesterday. The knobs are killing me, people. Killing me. Our little one room home suddenly feels like it's really coming together.


Clothes vs. Home (Or Clothes for the Home)

I had to laugh when I saw this recent post on Design*Sponge about being a "clothes person" or a "home person." Just yesterday, I was saying to my sweet coworker that I have a lot of trouble spending money on myself - especially on clothes for myself - but I don't have a problem spending money on things for our home. Case in point: I was hemming and hawing over buying a scarf that I've had my eye on for a while. It went on a pretty great sale, but still I agonized over it for days. That is, I agonized over it until I realized that the scarf is big enough to act as a throw in our living room. Once it became an object for the home, there was no question. It's mine. So, are you a clothes person, a home person, neither, or both?


When Goodness Keeps You Busy, You Have No Time To Type

I've been happily occupied recently (and away from the computer) due to:

a successful trunk show - thank you so, so much to those of you who were sweet enough to stop by Union Rose last week

finally, finally getting my burger and beer at Le Pigeon

lots of jewelry-making in order to restock local shops and in anticipation of the upcoming little winter event

lingering over a breakfast of olive oil and sea salt Belgian waffles topped with sweet bits of bacon at Everett Street Bistro

visits to several of our favorite neighborhood galleries - at one we were surprised to discover a photography exhibit by the gal who camped next to us this summer in her funky van

viewing Fellini's 81/2 (in many, many stages) after seeing this post on one of my favorite Portland-based blogs

picking up a nice mid-century coffee table at Hawthorne Vintage

meal-making based on the bounty that a friend regularly shares with us from her overflowing garden

oohing and ahhing over photos of Luca, burrito-style:

What's good with you today?


Lest You Think We're Eating Figs Three Times A Day

Rest assured - we're only having them for dinner. For lunch the other day, we finally tried Por Que No (excuse the absence of accent marks and upside down question marks), the taco spot in town that everyone raves about. It was great, it's true, but perhaps a bit hyped. It didn't do it for me the way Original Mexican Food (or OMF as Barry and I had taken to calling it) on the corner of 29th Street and 30th Avenue in Astoria, Queens used to. They did, however, have better seating options than the rickety stools at the OMF bar. Proof:

I hope to see some of you tomorrow at Union Rose for the sulu-design and Hubris Apparel trunk shows. I marked my older stock on sale, and tons of earrings will be availbable for $10 and $15. I'll have lots of new designs for fall, too.