29 Feb Portly in Portland
It’s been a while and I’ve been taking this show on the road. Now, I’ve been to Portland once before. And I’ve even been to the wonderful fashion den that is Fat Fancy. In fact, when I first discovered it on Yelp, my first thought was how long has the wind been crying Briana in Portland? My first visit was unfortunately brief. I was with my non plus size sister at the time and felt like I needed to hurry things along so she wouldn’t get bored. But this time around was a pleasant surprise…
No, not me trying to hump the store. An “ally rack!” My under-size-12 gal pals actually had something to do while I tried on items in size “Hot” (that was their cute little sizing system, words like hot, cute, plush assigned to different ranges. VERY cool). I restrained myself and walked out with two things:
Oh my god, my Mexi side was screaming ay ya ya ya yai. TWELVE. BUCKS. I shit you not.
And then there’s this gem:
Portland, I already miss you. You can keep your brunch lines (Portlandia was NOT joking about that) but the rest of you, I LURVE. Until next time, you bridged bitch.