Reflecting on the sweet memories made with my wonderful family. If only Tennessee were a bit closer to Texas. I’d be one content gal. (at San Antonio Riverwalk)
Today, Travis sent me this labor/birth playlist early so I can practice my breathing and relaxing before the big day. He’s a dreamboat. Also, we decided on a name for our little gem and I can’t wait to meet her.
@redearthtrade is hosting the #bloombox giveaway and all you have to do is sign up for their mailing list! I’m already on said list but if you aren’t, sign up on their website to enter for your chance to win this lovely piece and a curated box of Nashville creatives. And if you win…. You can let me borrow this. K? K.
Fresh flowers are my favorite. Even when they become sad and begin to wilt.
Girl crush. Jordan Meredith // The Saint Johns // Nashville, TN
Rachel Neiswanger // Actress
After being back in Texas for 2.5 weeks, I finally ventured out of the house and spent the better part of my Sunday with one of my best friends (whom I haven’t seen in 3 years). Chyna Lamb.
I met Chyna at the tender age of 19. Newly independent and feeling invincible….as you do at that age. Chyna and I had an admiration of the English and French languages that wasn’t quite understood by most of our peers. We loved art. Art museums. Art galleries. We had a deep appreciation for good food—healthy or not. We thoroughly enjoyed Louis Armstrong, Carla Bruni, Frank Sinatra and the like. We talked about philosophies, religion and psychology in addition to poetry and literature (duh). We drove around the older, established neighborhoods of the city and imagined our lives in our favorite ones. We love(d) all things French so naturally we smoked cigarettes and drank wine. We were going to move to Paris where she would open a floral shop and I would take photos in my studio; teaching English on the side (what the heck?). We both love writing. We love being goofy. We love passionately with our entire being… Which brought us much trivial heartache.
We went through a lot with and without each other. Chyna and I lost touch but right before she moved away to sunny California the year before I moved to Nashville, we were reunited and every time we spoke, even if a significant amount of time passed, it was just like it had always been. Except we are now older and much wiser, of course. She’s taught me how to be gracious, loving, meek but not weak, and driven. She’s taught me to care very little about others’ perceptions and to care very much about others’ hearts. Our friendship is a two-way street: we give as much as we take. So rare these days.
Now that she’s returned to Texas, it’s likely I’ll get to see her more often.
Sidenote: she also introduced me to the best macaron I’ve ever tasted. What a gal.
I had so much fun with her and my current disposition is a joyous one. So joyous, I had to share.
Cherish those friendships of depth and meaning. Take care of them. Nurture them. They are so few and far between. I’m honored to have such amazing women in my life— both in Texas and in Tennessee.