Last Day in Atlanta
I woke up to this drawn on my mirror this morning. My sister drew it 
I love her.
Last night I hung out with Lyss, who I have been friends with since middle school and she has watch my art evolve over the years and it was really nice to get some feedback about my art from someone who isn’t an artist- Its funny, but sometimes an opinion from an untrained eye is the best you can get. I feel like my brain is back on track now.
I met Nancy, my mentor, at Barnes and Noble this morning. we talked a good long while and mostly just caught up. No super juicy gossip or insight this time. But I did get some books on sale- a big tabletop book on Alphonse Mucha and a Brian Froud book. The squashed fairy book. <3
Then I went and got coffee with my sister and we went to whole foods and I found some red henna hair dye and I’m going to dye the under layer of my hair. It’d better look good. I’ll be mad if it doesn’t.
Then Megan came and picked me up and we went to the farm that Kelly is going to be managing come February, and we met Kelly’s adorable new horse, Hoops.
Then I made friends with a goat.
Tomorrow I am driving back to Savannah, which will be terribly boring. At least there is no more christmas music on the radio, though. Thank God.
Revolution: Atlanta makes me feel like I should become a yuppie. Please God, no.
Parade: I am feeling very inspired to draw and paint again.
Merry Christmas!
Hello lovies! Hope you all had a good Christmas.
oh HEY guitar!
This is what I got. I didn’t ask for it, nor do I play guitar- but it is so ridiculous that I might just learn guitar sometime in the next 5 years. <3
Revolution: Everyone needs to stop getting sick.
Parade: My grandparents house makes me feel like I am 10 years old again. The zip line that goes across the field is still there, so is the trampoline. Love love love.
Christmas Eve…
Christmas is a little dysfunctional in my family. We have a ficus tree draped with too many Christmas lights and an angel shoved into the branches- and that is our christmas tree. We hung the lights, stood there and laughed at it for awhile, and then went to bed. It looks ridiculous. I called Elise, my childhood best friend, and we talked about it- she said that my family is the kid of family that people make Christmas movies about. The ones where everything goes wrong and everything is awkward and then in the end its like BUT ITS OKAY WE LOVE EACH OTHER, happy ending. And she is right.
We have a real Christmas tree in Savannah though…
Me and Gillian!
Tonight I went to Buckhead Church with David and his family. I go there whenever I come back to Atlanta, and it is by far the best church that I have ever been to. Buckhead Church has such a huge community to be involved in… I wish I had this down in Savannah. I haven’t stepped into a church in a long time and felt very moved, but as soon as I set foot into the auditorium I got those chills- I don’t know how to describe them. God chills. The service was really moving- usually Christmas services are the same every year. Its nice to leave church with a sense of peace, and a legitimate care to be a better person, too- instead of guilt and hopelessness about never being good enough. Which isn’t the point of church. Andy Stanley, the pastor, is amazing. He has such a practical understanding of Christianity that most pastors miss entirely. Love love love.
I’m hoping it will be posted online soon. Here is a video of one of the songs they did last year.
God is all things that are good. Nothing less. Merry Christmas, lovies. And God bless.
New Glasses
My eyesight is getting increasingly worse, and I got my eyes checked today and we ordered a pair of these. I can’t wait- I’m sure I’ll be motivated to read more. Even with my old glasses on, reading is a strain.
Vogue
Revolution: ATLANTA TRAFFIC, AAUGHH.
Parade: I have so many good, good friends in Atlanta. There is so much love, care and laughter- and it never seems as though we’ve spent time apart. If they all lived in Atlanta still, year round, it is almost enough to make me want to come back.
