Sometimes, life can take some unexpected turns. A stroke of good luck; a phone call from an old friend… these are generally welcome, pleasant events.

And sometimes, life can quite literally go so sh*t, as it did on my recent trip to Seattle…

I was sitting in a long line of benches along the waterfront near Pike’s Place Market, when all of a sudden, for lack of a better phrase, I was shat upon by a wily seagull looking to ruin someone’s day. Following the incident, I retreated to a nearby restaurant bathroom to rectify the situation.

This photo doesn’t capture the huge stains on my back and sleeve and the spot on my jeans; needless to say, it was less than ideal. I stood in my bra and jeans, washing my shirt in a public restroom sink, wondering what I’d done to warrant such wretched fashion karma. After spending several more hours walking the streets of downtown Seattle feeling less than clean, I wandered into the Gap in search of a quick, relatively cheap fix. I found this dress on the sale rack, shoved my dirty clothes in a shopping bag, and went about my way, feeling much better.

According to my friend Erin, Seattleites consider being pooped on by a bird to be a sign of good luck. Whether that’s true or not, I’m taking my chances, taking a risk, and moving to Seattle the first week of November! That’s right: the 208 is moving to the 206.

This raises an important question: what will become of Dressing to the Nines in the 208 following a move to the West Coast? Seattle from the eyes of an outsider? Strictly 206? I want your suggestions!

big city dreamin’,

dau