One of our favorite places in Charleston is the Rooftop at Vendue. Especially the mirror on the elevator ceiling.
On Memorial Day, Blake told us he was ready to swim. And just like that, he did.
Good problem: ordering a bunch of posters for the LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER: Charleston show. When they arrive, the show is sold out. Creative solution: sticking on Avery labels announcing the added 5pm show!
Sometimes, you have to trap the Leprechaun.
In Dani Shapiro's Still Writing, there's a chapter on teaching ourselves to ride the wave. She instructs her readers to withstand those surges of energy because "everything we need to know, everything valuable, is contained within them."
"If, at one moment, you are sitting quietly at your desk, and then—fugue state alert!—you are suddenly on your knees planting tulips, or perusing your favorite online shopping Web site, and you don’t know how you got there, then the wave has won. We don’t want the wave to win." ~Dani Shapiro, Still Writing
On this day, the wave didn't win. Oh, how it tried. But it did not win.
A "share plate" of fries. It's what's for dinner when Daddy's out of town.
Cate's like, "Wuh? I'm just sitting here, eating an economy sized carton of goldfish."
The new year has begun, and I'm still not eager to put these away. I'm going to miss the sparkle. This year, I want to be open to light, be willing to let it in.
I rang in the new year by stealing a kiss from this hunk of love. Later, I noticed he was holding the cork.