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Hind is right, it's Anderson Park in Redmond, not Seattle. And it's really cool in person. I think the contrast between natural and handmade is really interesting and it gives each of the trees their own unique personality. Squirrels and other animals don't seem to have any problem running up and down the yarn covered trunks. If you're in the area, you should check it out, but soon, I think it's coming down in the next week or so. It's been up for probably a couple months.

If anyone is interested in seeing some more pictures, I have some on my blog.

Totally a log! As a child I slept through a minor earthquake which's epicenter was just a few miles from my house. I even slept through my mom pulling me out of bed and dragging me to the doorway for safety. I was about six and I was so mad I slept through it because everyone was talking about it the next day at school.

I also once fell asleep in a Las Vegas airport, with a bank of noisy slot machines just a foot or so from my head.

Those cranberry bars are BOMB. I made them last year and they were so. freaking. good. They are now on the regular menu for both thanksgiving and christmas.

I love woodstoves! I don't think they look out of place at all in the summer. We usually set a vase of fresh flowers, from our garden, on top of it during the summer months. We also have a mantel behind it, which sounds kind of odd but looks really nice. They're so efficient and boy are we glad to have it when the power goes out. Especially a couple years ago when our power was out for TEN days.

I don't think it's weird to hang on to old love letters at all. Speaking as a once nosy kid who went through a lot of my mom's old stuff (yearbooks, journals, letters, poetry) from high school, it was not uncomfortable or weird for me to read things from or about her exes. Maybe it would be to her, but it actually really helped me see her as a person at a time in my life when I was pulling away from her. The realization that I think we would have been friends if she was not my mom and we were the same age helped me become much closer to her.

They call them huckleberries other places, but they always seem weird to me. Here we have deliciously tart, tiny red berries that are a hassle to pick but so worth it.

I tried this once and wasn't a huge fan, but I'm not a big coffee drinker. They have it at a lot of grocery stores, I think Safeway or QFC.

I'm only 19, and still living in one of the houses I lived in during my childhood, so that doesn't count. But the other two, well one my mom still owns is currently (and has been for the past 2 or 3 years) rented out to my best friend, so I see that one all the time. It's weird because my friend sleeps in the same room I did as a child. It looks a lot different now, actually nicer, but it's still weird. The backyard/woods behind the house are more nostalgic to me because they look exactly the same, except the old goatshed up the hill is more rundown than ever. The other house from my childhood is actually the house I was born in, and is about five minutes away from where I live now. It's on a lake which I have to drive around to visit a friend, so I see it all the time. I don't remember it all since I think we moved out when I was about six months old, but I have pictures of it from when we lived there and I think it's weird that it's cream instead of red now. I'm always tempted to stop by and ask if I could look around, but it's down a long driveway and I always feel awkward. It's been on the market a couple times, and every time I kind of wish I could buy it.

I like to get the typical touristy postcards and then decorate them myself before mailing. I usually just use pens/markers to outline or color in aspects of the image already there. It can look really cool. My favorite is probably nighttime photos of cities, in which I go over the lights with colored markers. Also, I think it can be fun to have a stash of bad postcards but use them when you're NOT in the place they're from. I sent a friend of mine a really old New York postcard when we were both at home (and he lives in the same town as I do).

I adore Elvis Costello! Stenciled my own shirt back in high school and wore it to the record store where the cute boy I know liked Elvis Costello worked. Never got his attention, but I still like the shirt.