May 29, 2015 § Leave a comment
Is there any summer activity more iconic and/or picturesque than a picnic? Highly unlikely. Unless that thing is a hot air balloon ride… Picnics, in the realm of accessible and practical activities to do, win.
After a week or so of hunching over my laptop and sleeping terribly, I packed up shop and went to the pond. Read some poems, some essays, ate an apple, looked at birds and green trees. The peace, the air, the necessity of reading type that isn’t glowing on a screen was much needed to say the least. Here’s a wild guess: you probably need it, too.
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May 25, 2015 § Leave a comment
Charleston is pretty in May. Very, very pretty. One weekend of the month, students graduate and campus is the backdrop of photo-ops. There are celebrations. White suite-jackets and diplomas. And, in the ceremony I walked in, one student’s protruding selfie stick. So yes, last weekend I stood in the Cistern in a white dress with flowers like the tons of other students in the College of Charleston’s commencement ceremony. Class of 2015. I finished my degree ten months ago, but chose to wait until the Spring ceremony to walk. A choice I do not regret. The best choice of all? Choosing that institution in the South… I owe it.It changed my goals and my voice. And you can’t feel anything but good things for a place that does that. I’ll love it for life.
To all the graduates this year, CELEBRATE. Then take it slow. Play it back. Cherish it. What my morning that day looked like? Acres of farmland. My mama cooking omelettes. Sharing coffee with my grandma & aunt. Then champagne! Listening to my brother’s and sister-in-law laughing. Arranging a bouquet of flowers. Playing badminton with the person I love. Getting fancy. Driving downtown. Doin’ it big.
May 21, 2015 § Leave a comment
On the windiest day of May*, Elle and I strolled Kiawah with good intentions. And magazines, books, towels, hats. It’s a wonder we didn’t blow away… Or seek shelter in this whimsically primitive dune tee-pee photographed below.
May 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
Spring has been good to me. I was fortunate to spend a week in Charleston, SC to celebrate my graduation from The College. Some vacations don’t feel like vacations. There’s stress. Or arguments. Or failed expectations. And poor weather. This was not the case. This felt like a vacation in every sense. Sunshine. Lots of hugging. Champagne. More hugging. All those emotions I’m known for (I get it from my mama, who teared up no less than five separate times). And well, you can’t beat the low country. Truly.
My family stayed in a farmhouse (no chickens or cows, just land) on John’s Island which was the best decision we’ve made maybe ever. Kiawah Island wasn’t far, Angel Oak was even closer, and downtown Chs. was about half an hour drive. There was space, so much space. Rocking chairs on the porches. Birds by the water. A dirt road. That.
For those considering visiting this city in the South. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Just. Freaking. DO. IT.
I have posted a lot of Charleston recommendations throughout my blog’s two years of life, so excuse the repeats… but here are my ultimate Liz Recommends:
Fish and Oysters from Leon’s, juice from The Daily (their green lemonade + jalapeño is my jam), brunch at St. Alban’s, cocktails at The Belmont, beer at Closed for Business. Sandwiches at Queen Street Grocery. More coffee at Black Tap (which officially roasts their own beans now!). Dinner at Chez Nous or if you are made of more money than I am, The Ordinary. If you’re made of no money, dinner at D’Allz or Santis. Shop at Blue Bicycle and Candlefish. Or get your hair cut and admire my best friend’s paintings at The Beacon on Spring, which just opened and is the coolest. Walk around. Find gardens. Enjoy it.
May 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
Dream house? Possibly. Maybe. Definitely. I spotted it while walking through Old Salem this Saturday in Winston Salem, NC. Can’t say I’ve ever seen such a serene, lush place that felt so spooky! Very eerie despite the hustle and bustle of a farmers market, tavern, and old, old bakery. But that bright, May sun– that I can handle.
May 4, 2015 § 1 Comment
Harry Potter readers are the luckiest readers in existence- who else gets to travel into the world of their favorite stories so vividly? It’s a dream. When we celebrated my grandmother’s birthday, we also took her to Universal Studios to see The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. She’s been a loyal fan since J.K. Rowling published the first book. So it was pretty cute and super special. My aunt (also a HP lover) came with and it was, as you’d expect, like magic.