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As of today I have lived in Portland, Oregon for two months and 3 days. It was a long and arduous process to find a job out here before making the move, but finally it paid off. After four years working at a small agency I've decided to take a job as an in-house designer to see how that world works. Since day one I've already experienced the differences of A, a much larger company, and B, the workings of in-house design. (Check back in a few months for follow ups)

Portland, is a magical, no, weird, no... Portland is Portland, a city that is not weird but a city of people that do what they want to do. If that's weird to people than that thought is weird to me. 
Before moving here people would say jokingly, "don't come back weird!." Then upon arrival I noticed, whilst sitting in traffic everyday, that the people around me aren't weird, they just act on what they want (or don't want - homes) 

For now we call Portland home. A much bigger city than Salt Lake, and one that we are excited to explore more and more of. 

My Small Addiction

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My birthday is in a week and I keep getting forced into opening presents early! Like that's a problem. So today I got to open up these bad boys and add to my collection of hats. I don't know why I love em' so much, but I can't deny that I do! It doesn't hurt that I'm a huge Poler Goods fan as well.

Fresh Cuts

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I've always been, since I was a kid, intrigued with switching up my hairstyle. I've had just about every length of hair and a multitude of colors as well. But these habits as one finds out, cost a lot of money. In the last two years though I've some what lucked out meeting my partner in crime. She is a hairstylist (a good one at that) and let me tell you, it's saved my wallet a time or too. On Saturday after a few months of thinking long and hard to grow out some of my hair, I got my summer cut. And I couldn't be more stoked about it. 

cut by Sara Kuehn - Absinthe Salon, SLC.

Two Words, Cosmic Ashtray

Utah is a pretty great place to live when you love camping, hiking and adventuring. We have access to the most diverse terrain and it's all free if you're willing to go that route. Two weeks ago we were asked to go camping with three other ladies for our friend Katie's birthday; of course we said yes! We had just bought a new tent, and had polished off our gear collection so we were more then excited to go. Come Friday we loaded up the Tiguan and drove the 5 hours south into the desert.  We arrived to the gravel road to take us to a site at around 10:45pm, then had to trek down and around a gravel Bureau of Land Management (BLM) road to find an area to turn into our campsite for the weekend. By the time we gathered rocks and bumbled through the construction of our new tent, it was midnight. 

The next morning we woke up in awe because we couldn't see where we actually were the night before. We were atop a point of a rock formation that overlooked a stunning view of the desert before us. Then we cooked breakfast. As we ate we discussed the days activities. One epic hike into the desert was our task. Katie was on a mission to find this monument, somewhat known as the 'Cosmic Ashtray'. We had to drive down to a fork in the BLM road, drive down that road a little bit farther, park, then start our journey. Now, to get to the Cosmic Ashtray, you have the luxury of following a trail for oh, let's say 50 yards, after that its all reliant on GPS navigation. That being said, we continued onward...and upward. We were quite a site to see, 5 ladies, 3 dogs, and the vast open rocky desert of Southern Utah. We traversed up and down sand stone formations, crossing over the wind eroded lines. We trusted Katie to find the monument with just her GPS and reading the landscape. There was a peak in front of us that Katie was sure was the Ashtray, when we made it to the top after meandering a steep sandstone side, it was no where to be found. So we kept of trekking. Two and half hours later we went up over and down one more formation, when we heard, "Oh my god we found it!" At this point the dogs were tired, our dog, Lucy, in particular didn't want to walk anymore, and we found and removed a cactus pricker from her leg. I picked her up and carried her the last little bit to finally reach the Ashtray. Walking up to the hole in the rock was astonishing. The towering walls on the side and the dark red sand were unbelievable, making perspective hard to decipher. To actually get down into the thing we had to set up a rope for support because the angel of the rock face was so steep. Once I got to the sand floor it felt unreal, I felt so tiny, it was kind of eerie. After I got my picture taken I scaled back up the wall to safety, the sand very likely could've been hiding sand traps everywhere. Once we relaxed, cooled the dogs and ate our snacks, we started heading back to our cars. Retracing our steps from the previous GPS tracks, and the dogs noses to help, the way back was just as hard. Getting back to the actual trail was a blessing and a curse. The whole thing was deep, loose sand that made walking that much harder, something we paid little attention to on the way in due to our 'can do' attitudes. We kept thinking the road was just around the bend, never stopping of fear we couldn't get back up. Until finally I saw them in the distance, and we powered through.  Once we got back to the cars, ten miles later, we were all exhausted, took off our hiking boots to relieve our toes, and cracked some beers. It was all worth it. Later by the fire we toasted ourselves; 5 ladies, 3 dogs, and only relying on a GPS to get us to such an amazing formation in the middle of the freakin' desert.


Cafe Con Motorcycle

I've always loved cafe racers, their compact structure and much often custom color scheme and design. I've never known much about motorcycle just mostly that much of them are totally customizable and that they bring a certain "badattitude" to your rep. Unless of course you look like a bafoon under your bike and resemble the cast of Wild Hogs. 

Cheers to you cafe racers of the world and those who build them.


Another build

Whenever I get bored of the furniture in my house my immediate reaction is, "can I build it?" The most recent piece to present itself to the chopping block is our pallet coffee table. We've really been into the pipe leg furniture and reclaimed wood style; when we were told we could have three large planks of old cabin wood, we jumped on it.  After much hard work, labor, and new power tools under my belt, we have our new coffee table. And I'm sore all over from it... 

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The drilling process

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The semi finished board. 

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The all thread and bolt hold the planks together. 

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The table at 90%. She still needs a coat of linseed oil and shorter legs. 

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The finished product!

My Affinity for Pallets

I first got into uitializing pallets as furniture when I lived in my first apartment in Salt Lake City. I grew up with an entire workshop in my basement with an assortment or tools at my disposal, and my apartment had nothing close to those assets.

 First pallet coffee table

First pallet coffee table

My first piece was my current coffee table, two pallets glued together with liquid nails and casters held on by forced in wood screws via a screw driver, no drill. But I must say this thing is sturdy. From there I've built two wall hangings and a buffet table, that was not a pallet  but from recycled metal shop table legs.

 Wall hanging pallet

Wall hanging pallet

 Putting together the buffet table for our engagement party

Putting together the buffet table for our engagement party

Winter is Upon Us

 The snow covered trees!

The snow covered trees!

In Utah, the snow hits the mountain tops long before it ever makes its way to the city. Last Sunday we wanted winter to come early for us, so we drove up to Park City for the day. We got some lunch at No Name Saloon and wondered the streets while enjoying the falling snow, popping into a few shops here and there. 

 Quite the gem captured of me at Prospect clothing on Main Street.  

Quite the gem captured of me at Prospect clothing on Main Street.  

USA! USA! USA!

Being that I am a soccer player, I am quite the US Women's Soccer team fan. So, when we got word that the USWNT would be coming to little ol' utah to play a friendly match against Mexico, I bought tickets the day they went on sale. We were so excited to see Megan Rapinoe, Abby Wambach and Sydney LaRoux hit the pitch, that we decided to make a sign. Now, I'm not saying this is the highlight of my marketing career, but it definitely makes the highlight real. So we went to the dollar store and gathered out poster making assets. Two poster boards, and four jumbo markers with hopes the poster would be seen by Rapinoe. When we finished the Poster read "POUR ME A GLASS OF PINOE", so we rode the train with the poster in hand to the field. Once we were there it got the attention of a lot of people, even a few crucial sideline team members and photographers. In the end USA won 8-0 and we got a tweet from #15 herself... But the best was yet to come. A few weeks later we traveled to my home city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to watch the ladies in red, white, and blue play again. And, we brought the poster with. This time it caught the eye of the president of the US soccer federation himself, he thought it so clever he took it from us and had Rapinoe sign it in the locker room. I've never been the envy of 13 year old girls but boy were they jealous. And yes, they ladies won yet again, and this time won the tournament. 

 The Sign, all the way in Philly 

The Sign, all the way in Philly 

Beer and Camping

With one of the last Beer festivals for the season in our area, we gathered our camping gear and trekked up the mountain. Well.. sort of.

Snow Basin Beer festival happens every year at Snow Basin resort in Utah. The resort is small and located near Pineview reservoir, which just so happens to be the only camping spot we could find still open this late in the season. With this weary info in mind, we still gathered our gear and drove very calmly along the paved road into our campsite amongst the RVs and families to whom we saw very little of, for they were hauled up in their campers most of the day. The beer festival was worth it though, tasting the local beers never gets old, and no matter what we still enjoy a good camp out.