DeBordieu Colony, Georgetown, South Carolina, 1985
Over the weekend Jon and I drove to the coast of South Carolina for some quality beach time with my extended family. My family has been going to this spot with my dad’s cousins and their kids since 1981. We went every summer in some capacity until people started going to college, and we resumed our trips about seven years later when the youngest of us were nearing the end of college.
Every year we cousins lined up in age order for a group photo. In the above photo, there are cousins from five families — mine, and those of each of my dad’s four cousins we went with. This year we only had four representatives of what is now the middle generation — and only two of us are Poe by blood — so we didn’t even think to take a picture like this. Hopefully next year we’ll be able to take one with the whole gang in it again.
In mid-September, I will have the honor of bridesmaiding for my college roommate, and she has kindly allowed each bridesmaid to pick out the J. Crew bridesmaid dress (of a particular color and fabric) that suits her best. The store just released a couple new styles for the line, so I ordered them to see if they might be better options for me than my original choice, which was strapless and, oddly, a bit shorter than all the other dresses in the fabric.
I emailed the bride, my sister, my mom, another former roommate, a coworker and two of my best friends to see what they thought of my choices, and the breakdown of preferences so amused me (mom and sister strongly disliked the one that all my friends loved) that I wanted to post a poll to help me decide. First, the dresses, in two lights (and please ignore my awful commuter’s tan):
We moved into the house my parents still live in when I was 4 going on 5, in 1988. This is my room. There is so much to love about this picture: the Miss Piggy bedspread, the grandpa-made cradle full of stuffed animals, the mini quilted housecoat hanging on the end of the bed. Dad took the above picture from my doorway, and he took this next one looking right from the same spot:
Look at all those clean surfaces! On my desk is the classic magnetic alphabet board (which I saw in mom and dad’s basement the other week), the My Little Pony dance studio and a Care Bears Care-a-Lot playset, among other awesome stuff. You can tell by the dresser in the foreground that my things are starting to take over, but at least they’re still somewhat contained at this point.
My room looked like this (with ever-increasing levels of clutter and tchotchkes) until I was about 15, when we painted it yellow and I got a big-girl bed. It cracks me up how spacious and tidy it looks; I guess everything is big when you’re tiny.
Tonight was my final session of letterpress class (for now). I spent three hours cranking out total awesomeness, and by the end of it I was a sweat-soaked mess.
No air conditioning + massive treadle-operated press = puddle of Kathleen.
Tonight’s main objective was making personalized coasters for a wedding gift (see above); I think I’m obsessed with them now. Coasters for everybody! Really, is there any cooler something-extra than custom letterpress coasters? You can’t beat it for the cost when you print them yourself, that’s for sure.
Since I’ve rented time at the studio in the past, I don’t have to go back through the orientation process and can just jump into working in the studio on my own. I’ve got one or two more projects in the works at the moment, and then I’ll need to think up some more! This time I intend to make use of what I’ve learned beyond just a set of invitations or business cards. Or that’s the plan, at least.
Anyone in the Atlanta area interested in doing artsy awesome things should check out Atlanta Printmakers Studio for all sorts of classes. They’re great!
It’s been so damn hot lately I thought these were appropriate photos to share. These are two of my mama’s three younger brothers — but I can’t tell you which ones, or one of them might come after me. (Or, even worse, I might get sent to the back of the line at this coming weekend’s family feed!)
Fourth of July parade, the Brittany neighborhood, Atlanta, July 4, 1984
Tomorrow’s my birthday (the big 2-9), and as many funny birthday pictures as I could dig up, I wanted to post something holiday festive. Our old neighborhood always had a big parade on the fourth where the kids would dress up or decorate their bikes, hence my stroller festooned with streamers and balloons. That’s my sister behind me in the awesome stripey dress.
Later on in the day I spent some quality time in my playpen. Was I cute or what?
The camp/friend reunion over the weekend was super awesome (and super hot, even up in the mountains of Western NC). Here are a few pictures from the trip accompanied by one of my favorite quote/poem things that I read as a camper:
This is the land I love, these pine-clad hills and ancient granite peaks, cloud-rimmed above.
There is a peace up high among these hills, a solitude of soul, and God is nigh.
The valley down below may call to some; but mountains beckon me, and I must go.
Yeah, it’s a little cheesy, but it holds up. Hope y’all had a beautiful weekend too. Bring on the mid-week holiday!