Ava and Cleo.When I first walked in the door, Cleo was busily scrubbing down the grand piano with a heavy dose of pledge (cleaner). Considering I can hardly walk down the detergent aisle of the grocery store without getting a headache, there was NO way I was going to stay in that house until the room had been properly aired out.
So, we went for a walk to one of the most enchanting places in all of Seattle: The Arboretum.
I love that bridge that goes over Lake Washington Blvd--the one with the lamp posts that belong on Montmartre...
AND, because nothing cures an imminent headache like a cup of coffee, we stopped at Fuel too. The neighborhood coffee station.
