Headed out to Tryon, NC to the Pine Crest Inn for a little writers retreat.
Will update with photos of this little F Scott Fitzgerald favorite soon...
Happy New Year too!
I've already decided two resolutions:
1) Don't let myself get too worked up on my outdoor wedding day weather.
If it rains, it rains.
2) Try my best not to kick my apartment housing neighbor's ass in the new year for double
parking his monstrous truck.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sometimes I wish I could raise hell like Tallulah Bankhead.
Don't you?
One of my favorite stories of the late actress is of how she wasn't a good driver and would get lost in London quite often. So, she would call a cabbie, pay him and have him drive to the location she was looking for while following him in her car.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Creativity at its finest?
Wish List (just because I can :)
With starting a blog again, I start to wonder is this blog an expression at times of my creativity at its finest? Or am I doing things in my daily life of work and school, that are slightly more creative, like in the store displays I work on or the lattes I hand out. I also wonder, what about the new poetry I'm writing at my desk? Are new poems reflections of what I"m thinking because of working on a graduate degree and feeling I "have" to produce work or is the work creatively coming out of me?
A friend of mine sent me an email the other day and told me that there were times when he was an MFA student if he should have producing wonderful, "ground breaking" sculptures like it seems that the other students were in the program were coming about with...
I admit, I feel the same way too in my own program. Some students are getting literary awards and have books published while I feel that I'm struggling to find a good journal to submit to.
What is it in your life that you feel holds back your creativity?
Do you think your job or school work keeps you from writing, creating, etc better things?
I read something the other day that said when Henry David Thoreau was working on Walden Pond that he was supposely living in a secluded cabin for two years, which he did. But he wasn't a recluse. He frequently traveled to town to drink, socialize and possibly pick up a lady.
It got me thinking that the secluded writer's retreat or getaway could be a little exaggerated.
Why can't I create some of my best here, in the company of the animals and man I love? I can shut the door in their faces (or noses) for quite a while to get away in my thoughts but I can always unlatch the door, walk the ten steps and crawl into bed.
I hope everyone's Christmas turns out wonderfully, like finally finding a shoe you haven't worn in ages and that you've been digging for in your closet :)
With starting a blog again, I start to wonder is this blog an expression at times of my creativity at its finest? Or am I doing things in my daily life of work and school, that are slightly more creative, like in the store displays I work on or the lattes I hand out. I also wonder, what about the new poetry I'm writing at my desk? Are new poems reflections of what I"m thinking because of working on a graduate degree and feeling I "have" to produce work or is the work creatively coming out of me?
A friend of mine sent me an email the other day and told me that there were times when he was an MFA student if he should have producing wonderful, "ground breaking" sculptures like it seems that the other students were in the program were coming about with...
I admit, I feel the same way too in my own program. Some students are getting literary awards and have books published while I feel that I'm struggling to find a good journal to submit to.
What is it in your life that you feel holds back your creativity?
Do you think your job or school work keeps you from writing, creating, etc better things?
I read something the other day that said when Henry David Thoreau was working on Walden Pond that he was supposely living in a secluded cabin for two years, which he did. But he wasn't a recluse. He frequently traveled to town to drink, socialize and possibly pick up a lady.
It got me thinking that the secluded writer's retreat or getaway could be a little exaggerated.
Why can't I create some of my best here, in the company of the animals and man I love? I can shut the door in their faces (or noses) for quite a while to get away in my thoughts but I can always unlatch the door, walk the ten steps and crawl into bed.
I hope everyone's Christmas turns out wonderfully, like finally finding a shoe you haven't worn in ages and that you've been digging for in your closet :)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
September Wedding
Oh, September! How I love thee!
Chris and I are planning a September wedding.
What are characteristics of an outdoor September wedding that you could see if it were your wedding?
I see some of what is above at my own :)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Get your tickets soon for the Charlotte Belk Theater's production of The Nutcracker!
Tickets start at only $20!
The Nutcracker brings back so many wonderful memories for me. I've been listening to Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker album since November. I think the Waltz of the Snowflakes is my favorite scene, the music is truly magical.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Tis the season
Before the New Year begins, I felt it was already time for a change. Christmas seems to be the time when we feel a little bit thicker, warmer or spiritual amongst other things. I wanted to take a step forward to call the New Year my own before it's even started.
You see, that's why I felt it time to start this blog, The Crookneck Squash.
Writing is a pleasure most of the time. I've been thinking about this blog for quite some time. Once I reached that point, where my fiance was having to cradle me amidst a emotional meltdown a couple of weeks ago, I realized that all the whining, banging on counter tops and curse words shouted out of frustration with my own career less life can only really change in economy like this, if I really want it to.
I was talking to Chris (that's the fiance') recently about how important it is we feel to support local businesses. We made this comment after driving along interstate 85 to Asheville, NC and quickly noticing all the road side billboards for small towns just an interstate exit away. Some of these were "Come see Historic Cowpens, SC" or "Visit Downtown Landrum, SC". It seems now is the time to start a business (with caution of course). I say "business" but what I really mean is finding a business, interest, hobby or exercise of your own and use to shape your present into what we all hope will be a better future in a country with a lot less debt.
With all the friendliness, history and excitement that seems to come from the people in the small towns of the interstate also comes a sharing of enthusiasm for where they're from and why you should c'mon on over.
So, The Crookneck Squash is my own small town business with bell on the door and mat out front to wipe your paws. I hope that this blog will not only provide a creative exit for myself but also to those of you reading too.
Feel free to comment or make recommendations for future posts, I encourage it all.
As this holiday season approaches closer each day with it's cold air on the back of my neck,
I wonder how my own home (town home rental with potential and heart) with Chris and my little $20 Christmas tree compares to that which I remember from growing up. I wonder how my tree is shaping the home I've created for Chris and I?
I look at it in it's 3 feet of glory, decorated with ornaments Chris and I have made through out our past almost four Christmas's living together and I see little tokens of our own character dangling from the branches. I see the retro style colored big bulb lights and little golden star on the top.
In remembering my tree growing up with my father, stepmother and sister, I see how much my own tree is different. Our tree growing up, with it's elegant white lights, big velvet bow and ornaments strategically placed and big price tag is something I remember, loved but don't want any longer as my own.
Now as a twenty six year old woman, I see my tree as truly my own and something I can continue to adorn now with my own little family's craft, humor and holiday spirit.
excited to start this journey,
austin
You see, that's why I felt it time to start this blog, The Crookneck Squash.
Writing is a pleasure most of the time. I've been thinking about this blog for quite some time. Once I reached that point, where my fiance was having to cradle me amidst a emotional meltdown a couple of weeks ago, I realized that all the whining, banging on counter tops and curse words shouted out of frustration with my own career less life can only really change in economy like this, if I really want it to.
I was talking to Chris (that's the fiance') recently about how important it is we feel to support local businesses. We made this comment after driving along interstate 85 to Asheville, NC and quickly noticing all the road side billboards for small towns just an interstate exit away. Some of these were "Come see Historic Cowpens, SC" or "Visit Downtown Landrum, SC". It seems now is the time to start a business (with caution of course). I say "business" but what I really mean is finding a business, interest, hobby or exercise of your own and use to shape your present into what we all hope will be a better future in a country with a lot less debt.
With all the friendliness, history and excitement that seems to come from the people in the small towns of the interstate also comes a sharing of enthusiasm for where they're from and why you should c'mon on over.
So, The Crookneck Squash is my own small town business with bell on the door and mat out front to wipe your paws. I hope that this blog will not only provide a creative exit for myself but also to those of you reading too.
Feel free to comment or make recommendations for future posts, I encourage it all.
As this holiday season approaches closer each day with it's cold air on the back of my neck,
I wonder how my own home (town home rental with potential and heart) with Chris and my little $20 Christmas tree compares to that which I remember from growing up. I wonder how my tree is shaping the home I've created for Chris and I?
I look at it in it's 3 feet of glory, decorated with ornaments Chris and I have made through out our past almost four Christmas's living together and I see little tokens of our own character dangling from the branches. I see the retro style colored big bulb lights and little golden star on the top.
In remembering my tree growing up with my father, stepmother and sister, I see how much my own tree is different. Our tree growing up, with it's elegant white lights, big velvet bow and ornaments strategically placed and big price tag is something I remember, loved but don't want any longer as my own.
Now as a twenty six year old woman, I see my tree as truly my own and something I can continue to adorn now with my own little family's craft, humor and holiday spirit.
excited to start this journey,
austin
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