Vacation 30A Style.
*Quote of the Month from Lettergirl.
The house above in Seaside, Florida was designed by Samuel Mockbee.
(While I didn’t get this posted in time for Mother’s Day, every day is Mother’s Day around my house! “Mama, can you get me something to drink? Mama, when are you going to wash this dress? Mama, I love you…”)
The pictures of all the Mamas are lovely, funny and define their eras; but, what I love most are the stories they tell. (And you will find more stories at Piper’s website: My Mom the Style Icon.)
I hope that my 5-year-old daughter will one day look back at the bric-a-brac of my fashion life and sigh, ”My Mom, Style Icon.”
Yes that is me – circa 1979 – and yes, that is a Honda Civic AND a peace sign. The writing on the car window reads, “Chapel Hill or Bust.” I am thinking that my photo might fall under one of the categories in Chapter 3, “Moms Gone Wild: Rebels, Ragers, and Road Warriors.”
P.S. Piper also says, “Don’t F*** With Dad.”
It seems that I have been lost for the last months as I finish up – our new book – Alabama Studio Design (working title). Between writing (and re-writing) texts, working on the design, and taking some of the pictures, there seems to have been little time for anything other than family, garden and my (other) job as designer and entrepreneur. As I move towards the end of the book, it feels like life is beginning.
Looking at my desk this afternoon, I see a pile of ideas, new books, maps, notes, lists and random objects that I can’t wait to uncover. Lying on top of this pile is an orange slip of paper with a poem that has been sent to me twice in the last few months. I am thinking that this is a good place to start:
The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
from House of Light by Mary Oliver
And I ask myself, “What is it I plan to do with this wild and precious life starting today?”
What are your plans?
Subversive Knitting, Berkeley + Subversive Donations, Florence
From Steven, our production manager:
“I spoke with Wade – our UPS driver – this morning and he lives right in the middle of all of the damage in Franklin County. He said that almost everyone in their area lost everything. Right now they need basics like blankets, water, food that doesn’t have to be cooked, and toiletries.”
If you would like to do a bit of subversive donating, bring (or send) any of the above items to our office and we will make sure that there is a daily delivery to those in need.
Alabama Chanin, 462 Lane Drive, Florence, AL 35630
M-F 9 am – 4 pm
Questions: 1.256.760.1090 or office(at)alabamachanin.com
We have heard from all but one of our Alabama Chanin family and all are safe but stunned. Thank you for all of your emails, texts and calls. Our internet service in the office is out; however, the good news is that we have an office.
Video from Crimson Tide Productions: http://vimeo.com/22970879
*Illustration by Eva Whitechapel
“Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.” – Charles Simic
(Thank YOU, Kate.)
Thanks to everyone at Athens State University for hosting me last night (and for the lovely dinner).
Sunday morning in the garden and seeds are starting to sprout.