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6/23/10

the most wonderful time of the year

picture this and try to tell me you don't miss winter in PDX:
black tights with suede boots, a pea coat and a gray wool hat with wayfarers;
a steaming venti nonfat chai in one hand and a camel 99 in the other;
christmas lights, fog, exactly one week of snow;
cocktail parties on warm wood floors, turkey dinners, white cashmere and chanel no. 5;
grandma's house, ancient, scratchy bing crosby albums and the pioneer square christmas tree.