departure time...

What would my DREAM DESTINATION be??....I've been thinking about that alot - especially since my trip to Spokane's International Airport. (I had no idea it even existed in such granditude! It's goregous...and it's got a whole mini-mart DEVOTED to magazines. With a coffee shop right next door. Dang - talk about  happy happy neighbors. Coffee, magazine, airport-pamphlets to look at...good times.)

Nick and I drove up to the airport to pick up his sister. She got to brag and ha-ha-ha about her time in Arizona..yeah. Arizona. Someplace that still has SUN and WARMTH. Yes - she got to wear a tanktop in late November. So jealous. (Although I would definitely miss scarf, cardigan, and boot-season.)

This may seem like a weird observation, but the lighting in the airport was amazing. It seemed to be constantly yelling, "HEY! You! With the camera! And the face! Take a picture in my dazzling flourescent rays, like, NOW!"

That's what I heard. Nick was the photog for me, I was the one getting stuck in the elevator.

(Vintage red bag, skeleton key necklace by me, Dear button-up, Wet Seal sweatervest, big ol' belt stolen from my Dad, ultra-dark skinnies, Steve Madden boots.)

(I am so afraid of stupid escalators...what happened to stairs? Plain stairs?)

I've just recently decided...my first knitting project: a sweatervest. Bring it on.