June 21, 2015 § 1 Comment
I’m in France for work I want to be doing. How removed from danger I feel is a joke. It’s unjust. It stares me in the face. I am safe. In the countryside. Stars at night. That.
This isn’t about me. The first text I received from my boyfriend (that word sounds so f*cking trite everytime I say it). Danny. The first text I read the morning I woke up, in this bliss, was from Danny and it said, “8 people were shot and killed on Calhoun street in Charleston.” his subsequent texts described what would be broadcasted on the news since. Charleston. That home. Those faces. Far away.
We write because we’re selfish. I don’t need the internet to know that I cry If I think about their names. I don’t need the internet to know that I keep counting objects. Three ducks. Six coins. Nine flowers. Nine.
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.
February 24, 2015 § Leave a comment
Immediately after my last post it made little sense not to drive to Charleston, SC. It’s a three hour road trip & I haven’t been back since I graduated SEVEN MONTHS ago. Surreal. That place. So special. #JustALittleTooPerfect #JustALittleTooWorthIt .
February 20, 2015 § 2 Comments
I get incredibly homesick when I go places. It’s not ideal, but it’s manageable. The excitement of seeing a different setting, where other people are home, is worth feeling far from whatever grounds me. Traveling is important. Does something to the psyche and heart. All the things people say it does. (Some of which are grounding.) And I think about it, in general, a lot. I’m very excited for some upcoming trips, but right now I’m so happy to be in the Carolinas. In the faux-cold. With buttermilk biscuits (also things I think about a lot). Seeing what you can of the world is personal. It’s choice. What you look at and where you leave. And I love that.
My favorites from last year: