One of my very favorite things to do since I moved to the Rose City is to explore all of its open markets.
There’s the one down by the river on Saturdays – a big ole flashback of the funnest sort – where I had no trouble getting my hippy on.
Next, I found the Farmer’s Market down by PSU, and after I fortified myself with what might’ve been the most delicious piece of coconut cream pie (Lauretta Jean’s) ever, I wandered the many stalls and loaded up my canvas bag full of all sorts off-the-bush-vine-oven goodies…
On a recent sunny Sunday, while looking for a new place to live, I wandered into the Montavilla Farmer’s Market, slightly NE of my precious Mt. Tabor.
Every week, the weather gets warmer and warmer here and I’ve been gravitating out of jeans and into dresses. Even when it’s cooler here, you see skirts and dresses with dancer’s leggings, flats or short boots.
Sort of like this:
And even when it’s warmer, there is still the drifty temps under the trees or when the sun disappears as the clouds drift and sway.
That’s how BRYNNA came to be — I craved a little bit of layering — just the right amount of HUG to keep it all cozy…(for those times when you just might drift into Bipartisan Cafe and get some of the most ridiculously delicious strawberry-rhubarb pie a la mode you’ve ever tasted…brrr)