I tried documenting my trip with lots of pictures. The shots I took told a little story in my mind. Please don't get me confused with people who buy a fancy camera, set up a website, and claim to be a photographer. "Whitney Lee Photography" will never happen. That's funny just to type and read. Since my sister is a legit photographer, and my husband has some mad skills, I choose to leave it to them. But when I'm on an excursion without them, I need to learn a thing or two.
I told Andrew that my favorite setting, other than "auto" is "the flower" and "the man with the moon." To that he said, "Umm, that's Man with a Star-setting." And I don't want to even know what "ISO" is.
Okay, enough boring photography talk. Or lack thereof.
From my previous posts, you can gather that we did lots of "country things." We added to that theme by wearing boots every day. It was a necessity rather than a fashion statement.
For good measure, here's an iphone picture.
And for honesty, here's one with my beloved slippers.
These, I won't lie, do make a fashion statement. So much so, that my mom has the same pair. She said that we look like the Bobbsey Twins, a reference to her era. I just said that we looked like "idjits."
Moving back to "country things",
My momma wove (or weaved?) her own scarf! Now that's country.
I went to the most precious book store to get the most precious book.
And read up on Amelia Earhart, which I find endlessly intriguing.
Before you freak, this is a dog; not a wolf. It's the neighborhood dog that my mom likes to let in the house.
And watch us drink wine.
And have neighborhood dinner parties...
We actually did get out of the house a time or two.
Much to Andrew's pleasure, my momma and I went to "De-lovely: A Night with Cole Porter." It was to Andrew's pleasure because he didn't have to take me to such an event. He probably figured I'd get all my theater out before I came home.
We also traveled to Anderson one day to have lunch with the sweetest, most Godly women: my Anderson friends.
I got to see all my Anderson people in one day. My gym lady, the ladies with the newspaper, my jewelers and friend at the jewelry store, and these sweet girls. What a blessing they are to me.
Don't be fooled, either. We went on many shopping excursions other than having dinner parties and fireside lounges.
I've been eyeing this decanter and glasses for over a year now. I have a thing for etched glass; William Yeoward, mainly, but I can't afford that. This is the next best thing. About a year ago, I was with my momma and her friend, Ms. Karen. You've got to meet Ms. Karen. Tell-it-like-it-is, Ms. Karen. I saw this and asked her if I could drink champagne or wine or juice out of these here glasses. She looked straight at me and said in her thick Tennessee accent, "Honey, you can do whatever the hell you want to do."
"Okay." I took her answer. I like her answer.
On our second to last day in the mountains, it snowed. Beautiful, white snow.
On Friday, we put away the tartans and said goodbye to the mountain decor.
We said goodbye to this.
I put my city slicker shoes on and we hit the road.
We drove into New Orleans as the sun was setting behind the marsh. The cypress trees were bare with the orange-red color blazing through.
I was glad to be home.
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