NATALIE’S PLUM DELIGHT
1 shot vodka
6 crushed plums
Splash of cranberry juice
Splash of fresh lemon juice
Maggie says, “This is going to be the best day ever!”
…to my heart.
From the introduction by our friend Rob Ryan:
“Were you that kind of child that ate your way all around the edge of the hole in the middle of a cookie bit by bit with tiny teeth in little nibbles… I was always busy jumping over and around the cracks in the sidewalk, and I looked up at the spaces in the sky that lay between the shapes made by crisscrossing telephone lines and power cables waiting for a jet plane or a bird to pass perfectly into the center of the frame that I had created in my head. At that instant, I shut my eyes as if they were a camera shutter and captured that moment and made it mine.”
Image above from Hina Aoyama: Chandelier of Cherry Blossoms, 2008.
Mia Pearlman, influx, 2008, paper, India ink, tacks, and paper clips
Cindy Ferguson, Untitled, 2008.
Elsa Mora, detail from Missing Thoughts, 2009.
Inspiration for years to come: Paper Cutting: Contemporary Artists, Timeless Craft
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?