With dear friends & Jess‘ family at her memorial service a few weeks ago. It isn’t often I get to be in the same room as these wonderful people, I miss everybody already.
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Looking my age.
Recently I was walking with a friend and a woman stopped us to ask where I had gotten the skirt I was wearing. I was almost embarrassed as I replied “twelve years ago at a goodwill in Atlanta, Georgia.” The woman seemed disappointed, and my friend seemed a little surprised. When I really thought about it the same was true for most of the stuff in my closet. Most of my things were purchased eons ago, when I was in college. I don’t shop for myself anymore, mostly because I don’t have extra money for clothes. When I do have a little extra cash, I spend those pennies on my spawn instead (as it should be). I went home, complained about it a little to my partner, looked in my closet, realized I didn’t wear most of the stuff in there anyway, and purged. It felt really good. I swear the universe has ears, because the day after I purged, I was given some super awesome clothes, from not one, or two, but three different friends. This includes the skirt I am wearing in this photo, a new vintage fave that reminds me so much of Alexander Girard’s art. Long live friends!
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Two weeks ago, my good friend Casey became engaged to her boyfriend Andres. Seth was hiding under the dock, in snake infested waters, to capture the moment because he is a creep. Just kidding! he was there at Andres’ request. The whole thing was a secret/surprise, which the boys pulled off beautifully. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without Casey four years ago. After my husband left us, she took it upon herself to show me around this town, and encouraged me to be a person again. She has the biggest heart and it feels good to see her so happy. I love her.
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April’s art is my favorite art. These are just a few of the many, many drawings she has sent me in the decade we have known and written to each other. The first one concerns the death of Nico, who died after suffering a heart attack while riding her bicycle. The second is a portrait of me in college. The third she sent a few weeks short of me birthing Foos, drawn shortly before she left for Afghanistan. She is the coolest, weirdest bean and I would give a sliver of the moon just to know what is going on in her marvelous brain. I hope she keeps drawing forever. Happy friday!
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Coffee and exposures at Vagabond Coffee Co. Vagabond started out of a vintage airstream trailer in Hemming Plaza and finally got their own brick and mortar location. This was Seth’s adventure, but I can’t wait to check it out!
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Matt, making Chamblin’s, the library, and our apartment look good. Our couch has never looked better, ha!
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