Fancy Pants and Jewelry to Match.

I'll admit it, I have slipped into some kind of late winter hibernation, but I'm sneaking out of the cave to have a look around. I'm starting with the internet, it's much warmer by the glow of the computer. Fancy Pants, one of my favorite Seattle stores, got a little online facelift. The front page of the site was redesigned in December by Erich Ginder.

Fancy Pants keeps it simple online, jewelry and undies. Soon they will "lose their pants" and feature all the local artists they carry in-store. Also when you go the site, here, and click on the dog you'll be taken to their blog, Everybody's Fancy. There you can find all sorts of tidbits about Fancy Pants happenings, including in-store sales.

What I love about Fancy Pants is the jewelry. It's one-of-kind brilliance, most of which is created by the owner, Sally Brock. If you're looking for a unique accent this is the place. And if you'd like the leave the comforting glow of your computer and see the real live store, it's right next to The Moore.

It's the perfect place to get yourself out of the late-winter slump and start spring with inspiration.

Prices: Right now all "pants" (undies) are 50% off!!
Hours: Tuesday - Saturday 11a - 6p
Address: 1914 2nd Avenue, Seattle, WA, 98101
Phone: 206.956.2945

Lost Bus Pass...

I lost my bus pass... Yesterday I still didn't have to pay. I just told the driver I couldn't find it. Today she wasn't too happy when I tried the same line.
I don't have a car! I work in Tukwila! My company doesn't help with bus passes! You do the math. Oh, and after you do the math could you send me a new bus pass. Thanks.

Cheap Parking in Seattle!

Looking for cheap parking and apocalyptic prophesy? Well, I have just the lot for you! On 9th and Cherry there is a beautiful old house. On the porch there is a hand painted sign advertising parking for $5 on weekdays and $10 dollars on weekends. A sweet older man with a charming Irish accent will let you know where on his wee little lawn you can park your car. Stick around long enough and he'll also tell you how we are all going to burn in 2011.

Hey, cheap parking is cheap parking.

Nectar: Home of the Seattle Coat Check

I went to Nectar to celebrate a friend's birthday. I've always been a fan of Nectar, especially in the summer when you can sit outside and enjoy the great happy hour. In the winter happy hour is made less fun by the blaring music videos that are projected on the back wall. Maybe I'm old but when I go to happy hour I just want to be able to catch up with my friends. Anyway, Saturday had some great live music. It was nice to get out of the cold and drink beers in a big crowd of body heat. But once you heat up you don't want to lug your down coat around. If I had one suggestion for Nectar: coat check. When I asked for one, the bouncer pointed to a big pile of coats on a chair. Oh, Seattle, so innocent. I don't think anyone in Boston or New York would leave their coat in a pile by the door. But since it was Seattle I dumped mine on top and didn't think twice. Which is what I love and will never understand about this city.

Thoughts on Seattle Metro Buses

I don't have a car. So I carry on a love/hate relationship with the Seattle bus system. I like having the extra time to read, or people watch. And I love the bus tunnel. I love that I don't have to stand out in the cold and rain waiting. I do, however, wish there were newspaper vendors down in the tunnel.
I hate when I sprint for a bus only to have the driver slam the door in my face. I hate when people harbor a seat for their purse/briefcase when people are left standing in the aisle. I also don't care to hear one more inane cell phone conversation. Or smell one more sneaky morning fart.
But last night, after treking over to the Seattle School of Visual Concepts to pick up some posters, I sprinted to catch the 3 back to First Hill. I missed it! But I was redeemed by the number 2 bus. Who pulled over even though there wasn't a stop and let me ride to catch up with the 3. I savor small victories, my friends. If you ride the bus you know exactly what I mean.