Tuesday, March 22, 2011

PERSONAL WARDROBE | Nº 17.

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Blazer: Rag&Bone | Scarf: All Saints | Boots: BP | Tunic Layer: Enza Costa | Silk robe: Victoria's Secret.

The night at the W Hotel in downtown Seattle was, hands down, the best one day getaway I've experienced. We got picked up in a silver Acura by a lovely, mustached chauffeur in tweed to check in about an hour early, at my request. There was a massive bed with the fluffiest down pillows I've ever encountered, two per person. The 17th floor housed a rich view of Seattle's downtown skyscrapers. And it was sunny--a gloomsville cause for celebration in itself. The lover and I gallivanted downtown for lunch at Westlake. The Mediterranean Ave's Spinakopita was calling me. Afterward, we attacked the photobooth (they never give you enough time to adjust the camera and pose for the first shot), rampaged Daiso and Candy Tyme for Japanese snacks and candy by the pound, respectively, and retired to our room for a bit before a Mexican dinner and blended, salt-rimmed lime margaritas. Though I was a tid disappointed that the plantains were in chip form and not fried like my Mami used to prep them, the quesadillas were nomnom yum. And speaking of home, it's always entertaining to catch the server's face when I hand him my U.S. passport with the Guam ID tucked inside. Classy classy. It isn't my fault Washington's liquor policy does not cater to territories. Then, after a night of giant rumpled sheets and king-sized cuddles, we woke up with the sun and ordered some breakfast in bed: freshly squeezed OJ, a bowl of fresh berries from the Pike's Place Market, a cup on saucer of coffee, and a blueberry muffin. Yes, sugar. No, I don't care.


And mark my words, there'll be more "not caring" as the week progresses.
I board a flight to Vegas tomorrow for an insouciant weekend with my good girl friends. That MTV is hosting their Spring Break there is but chance. I'm currently fussing with the contents of my old nylon Dunhill weekend bag. Made a run to Bartell Drugstore to grab next month's issue of Interview, a box of Annie's bunny grahams, and cute little this and thats from the travel aisle.

Wish me a safe ride. What stays in Vegas... well, you know....

♥ te amo,

j

8 Comments so far

  1. Love W hotels and your breakfast!!!!

    delicious.. i have you hahahah!!

    xx

    www.sickbytrend.com

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  2. Love these pics, that food looks a-maz-ing. Thanks for your sweet comment, it's so good to hear when people like my posts, especially my outfits! Come by again soon lovely :)

    x K
    http://modernlegacy.blogspot.com
    -An Aussie girl's fashion musings.

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  3. love the photos, W is always splendid! xx

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  4. Lovely lighting in these.

    Helen,X
    http://areyoudressingupordressingdown.blogspot.com

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  5. Love the all blacks on you, and the pictures are amazing! Very inspiring :)


    <3

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  6. love ur style! Pics are amazing!And ur russian is very good!xx

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  7. they dont have peanut butter snickers in my country . HOW INSANE IS THAT .

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  8. you are so pretty!
    I like the series, these photos have such a nice, sleepy atmosphere.

    than you for your last comment on my blog, that's exactly the kind of comments appreciated ;)

    and - no peanut butter snickers for me either...

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