new women’s stuff, yay!
While it’s not in the lookbook, I’m especially pumped about the women’s navy gilet with pink piping.
1996? #tbt before I rode bikes, I rode horses and ponies. This is me and Longacre Ditto at the Chagrin Valley Hunter Jumper Classic.
Not pictured: Claire and I brought our Pygmy goats on leashes, and my awesomely awkward dog Toby (Bassett hound/boarder collie mix? I wanted a welsh corgi like all the other girls at horse shows)
Zeppo the dog
My best bud is nearing the end (he’s 15 after all). It might not happen today, or even tomorrow, but in my gut I know it’s close. And while it’s not a tragedy, it still feels tragic. I’ve had many dogs in my life (counting family dogs, there have been 7, some still living) but none can match the impact Zeppo has had. I got him right when Greg and I moved to Portland in 2007. He was about 7, and I had just turned 23. I was kind of all over the place and I really credit him with grounding me and turning me into an adult, and ultimately the person I am today. We didn’t have a car at the time, so I learned my way around Portland with Zeppo on never-ending dogs walks and explorative runs to all corners of the city. I made friends through having him, spent many rainy days in crappy apartments with him, and he slept under the covers in my bed. I took tearful cab rides to the vet when he was sick, and frolicked on singletrack as much as possible. We traveled around Oregon, Idaho, Wyoming, Washington and even Ohio. We moved to Wisconsin, and back to Portland. Until about a year ago, he was still running with me, at 14 (I can only hope I age as well as Zeppo). He has been a constant source of companionship, joy, humor and pride and losing him is going to leave a tremendous hole in our little family. Thinking about our home without Zeppo is, honestly, terrifying. He changed my life and I wish he could stick around forever.