For this installment of Weekend Wear, I’m bringing back ol’ trusty – my overalls. They’re cotton, stripey, comfy as f@%!. Can’t go wrong. Sure, this isn’t the most flattering outfit but it still screams “I WANT TO BE COMFORTABLE BUT STILL SOMEWHAT STYLISH OK?!” On second thought, don’t all of my outfits scream that?
Photos by Rachel Hall | rachelreneeboudoir.com
A lot of people that know me don’t necessarily know my background. My parents met when my Ma was stationed at the Navy base in Rota, Spain. My Dad was from the UK and was bouncing around as a traveling musician at the time. They met, he wooed, they married and out came my older brother Asa and I. When their marriage fell apart 5 or 6 years later he left and I never really saw him again. Years and years went by in which I was always curious about my paternal roots. I knew about my family members on the other side of the pond but I had no way of contacting them. They were lost from my life but I never stopped wondering about ’em. A few years ago I found myself doing the annual Google search and Facebook (Myspace, in the past) stalk of people that lived in the UK with the last name Birrell. I would write to them, not knowing if they were a relative or not and ask if they had a family member named Andy, which was my Dad’s name. It wouldn’t usually get me anywhere but one day, I received a response. It was my cousin Becky. Just writing about that moment gives me chills. What are the chances, right??! I hope to write more on how it felt to reconnect with my family overseas and the conversations that I’ve had with them since. But this post isn’t really about that. It’s about a life long dream of getting my British Passport. And you guys, as of a couple months ago, I DID IT. I’m officially a dual citizen. This is HUGE in my world. It validates me. It means that I can go live and work in the EU whenever and however I please. It means that I can go visit family and know even more that I’m one of them. It took quite a while to attain this maroon beauty. I had to track down my father’s birth certificate from Scotland, my parent’s marriage license from Gibraltar, and snag all of the old and brittle documents that my Ma saved all of these years. *THANKS, MA!* It was quite a journey, and I’m proud of it. Now Holly, honey, I know you’re reading this… when are we moving to London? 😉
As a loyal subject of the Queen, I curtsy and bid you adieu.
A bit of truth to begin this post: I don’t live the sort of life that’s conducive to dressing stylishly every day. It is a goal of mine but a far off one for sure. I work in your typical SF tech office which amounts to lots of hoodies, jeans, sneakers, flats, top knots. In the 2 years that I’ve worked there I’ve never worn a dress to work and I’ve worn heeled booties maybe once or twice. It feels out of place there. But weekends are for me! This is when my style can flourish. I love fashion and I have a strong allegiance to personal style. When I put together something cute I’m excited about it, I want to show it off! And so, the Weekend Wear series is born. Welcome to the world, baby girl. My plan is to share 1 or 2 outfit posts per week that give you a feel for my personal approach to comfortable fashion. I’ve enlisted my friend Rachel to photograph this series. We’re excited to get creative and see where this will take us!
Photos by Rachel Hall | rachelreneeboudoir.com
Since there are about a bajillion pics in this post, I’ll let them do most of the talking. In case you’re wondering – in my world, this is what the PERFECT day looks like. Meaningful friendships, beautiful scenery, some amazingly scrumptious food, adventure! Life is grand.
Being the coffee culturists that we are, we knew that no trip to Seattle would be complete without a stop at the brand new Starbucks Reserve Roastery & Tasting Room. This place is truly Starbucks on steroids! HOLY DINERO. They spared no expense when designing this space. I mean, WOW. Copper errrything. We weaved around the large mass of people and headed downstairs to have a tasting. We tried 3 flavors of which the Sulawesi and the Pantheon were our favorites. The Sulawesi had a grassy, earthy taste while the Pantheon had a much more balanced and bold flavor. They took great care when presenting us with each pot of freshly brewed coffee; no creams or sweeteners were permitted. We had a fun time geeking out over the flavor notes and were super impressed by the place as a whole. It reminded us not to count Starbucks out even though we usually do the local yokel-roast thing. All hail Starbucks. You win!
Yep, that’s the real name of the joint. I visited this place last year when visiting family in Seattle and fell in love. There aren’t a whole lot of opportunities on the West Coast to get a satisfying, artery clogging, pillowy, butter-laden serving of biscuits and gravy. This place hits the jackpot with their coffee drinks, too! Man oh man. So nawty. And check out Holly’s new shirt! She asked me for it a year ago and it was one of those things that I pinned and then never purchased. I finally got around to buying it for her and she decided to debut it proudly in Seattle. When in Rome!
To close, a haiku about my wife and her coffee:
T-shirt does not lie!
In the morning, coffee first.
Less you wish to die.
Can I just say that we LOVED staying here? Service was on point. Great view from our room. Everything that a human could want was within walking distance. The design of the hotel was modern but cozy at the same time. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves. We would absolutely stay here again when visiting Downtown Seattle.
Boo and I recently took a quick 36-hour trip to Seattle. We had two objectives on this trip: 1) to play tourist 2) to visit my friend Tess and her husband on the set of their original film. MISSION: Accomplished! We filled ourselves to the brim with coffee and fresh seafood. We took a ride over to the movie set in Bellevue and got to play extras for the night. We walked the hills and inhaled the fresh air. It was heaven! Seattle is such a beautiful place – lush greenery, amazing views, a foodie’s dream come true. And ya gotta give a big “thankyaverymuchhallelujah” to any city that permits a nice 4-hour long nap in the middle of the day without guilt! Gray skies and rain sorta make it okay. For that and so much more, Seattle, we thank you!