rainy days in seattle

People in Seattle don't really try to look nice when it's raining out. Especially if it's a Sunday. They throw on old shoes. They layer sweaters. They don't brush their hair.

Rainy Sundays in Seattle give reason to bring back clothes in the back of your wardrobe that you forgot about. Apparently.

I think it's endearing, and at the same time I feel like shaking people's shoulders and waking them up. Put away your crocs. Brush your hair. Wear fashionable (yet durable) shoes.

I understand the need to be warm. I understand the urge to look like you rolled out of bed. But for crying out loud, don't look homeless.

Stumptown

The new Stumptown Coffee Roasters on East Pine St. is pretty ideal. It's the kind of place you run into people you know and like, not the kind of people you dodge until you're face to face and you pretend you hadn't seen them until that very moment. How great it is to see you. What the heck have you been up to? What's with this rain... right? That's my drink, I better run... crazy day. Let's get together really soon. Call me!

This is the kind of place where you can acknowledge a worthy acquaintance and continue on with what you were doing. They can continue talking over non-fat double tall lattes about who wore it best and you can continue drinking your enormous grapefruit juice and check your Gmail.