Southern weekends

Last weekend, Andrew and I attended our first ever Aquapalooza on Lake Martin in Alabama. It was quite fun, and we were glad we went. Unfortunately, no pics were taken. At first, Andrew was upset that I forgot the camera at the camp before we went out on the boat. (Louisiana people call lake homes "camps." As a matter of fact, any second home is called a camp.) But after the downpour, he was glad I had forgotten the camera. It wasn't worth getting ruined. 

But my mom hosted a bridal shower at her house last weekend. I was sorry to miss because I heard about the menu and the decorating plans. 

That momma does so good. She doesn't even need pins! Can you believe that? True Southern women don't need pins. They just know. 

The silver was polished and the flowers cut from the yard. It's funny, I would have felt right in my element had I been there. It's also funny, I did feel right in my element with a baseball cap and my husband's Columbia shirt on over my old swim suit this weekend. 

I recently read Garden and Gun's essay about Southern women. It's caused me to noticed such things like polished silver and dingy swim suits. 

You can't categorize Southern women, and I like that about us. 

Here's an excerpt from this month's issue:

" For better or worse, we are forever entangled in and infused by a miasma of mercy and cruelty, order and chaos, corn prone and cornball, a potent mix that leaves us wise, morbid, good-humored, God-fearing, outspoken and immutable. Like the Irish, with better teeth." 

Whether you ate from a silver spoon or swam in your dingy suit this weekend, enjoy the summer, enjoy the south, and read Garden and Gun.