Two years ago, life shifted. On the night after a friend’s wedding, I (Bo) made the decision to meet a girl (Heather) in the middle of the night. I wasn’t sure if she would see me, or if she would find me charming or crazy. I think she settled on dorky. Which I am fine with, by the way. I drove, as we did today – with the National on the stereo – west towards a town I rarely visited, and beyond it towards an even smaller town I had never heard of. I still owe Blackberry, for their GPS service. The road that was so hard to find that night is easy to find now – after many a drive west. Driving it now is amazing because I forget how green it is out there, and how many beautiful horses and scenery there are in the area. That night proceeded to be filled with me describing the contents of my car (enter dorkiness), a gift exchange involving an owl and a Fate Lions sticker, drive-thru, getting kicked off the swing set and out of the park at 4am, donut talk, a drive to a gravel road where conversation skipped topics and ended with a hug and a drive home as the sun rose. And tonight as we drove the area that brought us together two years ago, the sun set and we laughed as “Rock with You” came on the stereo and we realized that two years and we are still writing our adventure and we have no intention of slowing down. Life is what we make it. And I love her for staying awake to hang out that night. Life shifted, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
And Today I got a loaf of French Batard bread…life is grand!
My husband is really amazing to put up with his nut of a wife. Because when I obsess… I obsess. But this particular obsession started very young and still reigns to this very day.
So whenever there is an Alice in Wonderland display, play, celebration, reading…etc….we go. I got a little picture happy because I was soooo happy…so sue me! All the bright colors and pictures and Aliceness was to blame.
She wasn’t from around here, but this was her town. She knew its ins and outs. She knew who to call in a bind, who to call when she needed to vent. And on those nights when she needed to feel on top of the world, this was the dress she wore. In a dress like this, she was confident – she was poised – she owned this town. This dress turned heads without compromising her dignity. This dress symbolized everything the world could be on a good night out. She loved her life and this dress…oh this dress showed the world that in this town, or any town in the world, life was what you made it. She wore this dress across three decades – because when you find a good thing, you stick with it. And a dress was not like a man, it never changed, and rarely did it disagree with you when you where the one changing. It was the perfect dress, for that night out and for the inevitable brunch the next day. It was bright, it was resilient, and it was understatedly strong. It was just like her. And it still is. After all these years, this is the dress for the woman who owns her town, and her life.
I feel like this little dress has a story to tell so Bo told it..a girl can dream right?!…made of the most delicate fabric looks like its from the 30′s or 40′s…bright red poppies, and sweetest little collar.
ummm hellooooo nurse…
Bo turned 31 on Saturday so we decided to head to the beach which was a pretty fabulous weekend. We explored the gulf, got sand everywhere, the sun was shhhhhhhhhining with all its might and not a cloud in sight. Ferris wheels, good food, our first ferris wheel ride, all in all a very retro birthday and can I just say how very proud, and honored that he is my husband. I could not have asked for a more creative, truly caring, give the shirt off his back to a stranger, incredibly smart, so very witty, amazing man of God.
Oh and we documented our little trip..this is part one..we have our other camera getting developed. I’m always curious to see how they will turn out..ya know digital has taken over film is so classic yet so unpredictable. Anyway we are heading to a little Alice in Wonderland Summer fest this Friday that I am beyond excited about……giant drink me bottles…I’m there…a maze with 3-d glasses..of course!
Recipe by Ruth Cousineau
Photograph by Stephanie Foley
found by way of: http://www.gourmet.com/recipes/2000s/2009/06/strawberry-dumpling