***know what's funny? i average 25-40 pageviews per post (a pageview is how many times people have clicked on your post, if i'm not mistaken). i don't normally share my blog updates on facebook, but i did for our family pictures because i wanted to tag our photographer. ummmm, 195 pageviews!!! holy cow! should i keep fb posting? decisions, decisions. ***the band widespread panic is in town so my hubs is off pretending he is back in college (go get 'em, honey!) i figured to stay on a music theme, i would share my first installment of music from this year's girls trip. ***i got a little theme-y with the "mix-tapes" this time and since we were headed to the hill country, i thought we should most definitely have a little country music accompany us on our road trip. ***the girls thought i hid a clue in each song, so they were listening intently and drawing all kids of crazy conclusions. actually, i only strategically included the first two songs. the rest are just songs i like (none of which indicated where we were headed). ***here's the playlist on spotify. 1) play a train song- robert earl keen, jr. (i accidentally tricked the girls into thinking the trip involved a train, so i threw this song in as an opener. just for giggles.) 2) southbound 35- pat green (why yes, that was the direction we were headed.) 3) wagon wheel- old crow medicine show (the original is always better, am i right?) 4) right down the line- bonnie raitt (oh man, the more i hear this, the more i love it. saw her at jazzfest. girl crush since.) 5) she's like texas- josh abbott band 6) one chord song- stoney larue 7) good times- charlie robison 8) one more night in brooklyn- justin townes earl 9) truth no. 2- dixie chicks (my favorite dc song, and quite possibly one of my favorite songs ever. i miss these girls.) 10) hell on heels- pistol annies 11) i can get off on you- willie nelson (i couldn't find a good live willie version on youtube, so here are my boyfriends the avett brothers singing their version.) 12) in my arms instead- randy rogers band 13) every girl- turnpike troubadours 14) strawberry wine- deana carter (since i spent my seventeenth year with the majority of the women on this trip, i thought i'd include this oldie but goodie. this song was such a BIG deal when we were in high school. we felt a kinship to this song, considering we were also seventeen and drank copius amounts of strawberry wine.) 15) sangria wine- jerry jeff walker 16) springsteen- eric church (i love, love, love this one.) 17) you never even call me by my name- david allan coe (a college anthem...that is if you attended college in texas. a bar closer every time.) what do you think? what would you have included? stay tuned for volume two (woot!) xoxo, coco
at the lakehouse over the fourth of july holiday, i read this peom by jake adam york in the editor's notes of southern living magazine. not my first reading choice, as i had already read all of mom's us weekly's and people mags, but i ended up dog-earing this poem and a recipe or two. this poem made me feel nostalgic (not sure if that's the right word but it's the only one i can think of that comes close). i am proud to be southern and i love food, especially food prepared by my family and particularly if it's a recipe that generations of my family have enjoyed. it made me proud that i make my great-uncle pete's old army pancake recipe for my boys every weekend. it made me miss my mawmaw and want more than anything to hug her neck and taste her peach cobbler and fried chicken again. it made me miss my pop who would use a slice of white bread as a utensil to sop the brown gravy from nanan's smothered chicken off of his plate. it made me think of paw-paw to whom no meal is complete with out either a fresh sliced onion or tomato or both. this poem got me. i hope you like it, too.
Because my grandmother made me
the breakfast her mother made her,
when I crack the eggs, pat the butter
on the toast, and remember the bacon
to cast iron, to fork, to plate, to tongue,
my great grandmother moves my hands
to whisk, to spatula, to biscuit ring,
and I move her hands too, making
her mess, so the syllable of batter
I’ll find tomorrow beneath the fridge
and the strew of salt and oil are all
memorials, like the pan-fried chicken
that whistles in the grease in the voice
of my best friend’s grandmother
like a midnight mockingbird,
and the smoke from the grill
is the smell of my father coming home
from the furnace and the tang
of vinegar and char is the smell
of Birmingham, the smell
of coming home, of history, redolent
as the salt of black-and-white film
when I unwrap the sandwich
from the wax-paper the wax-paper
crackling like the cold grass
along the Selma to Montgomery road,
like the foil that held
Medgar’s last meal, a square of tin
that is just the ghost of that barbecue
I can imagine to my tongue
when I stand at the pit with my brother
and think of all the hands and mouths
and breaths of air that sharpened
this flavor and handed it down to us,
I feel all those hands inside
my hands when it’s time to spread
the table linen or lift a coffin rail
and when the smoke billows from the pit
I think of my uncle, I think of my uncle
rising, not falling, when I raise
the buttermilk and the cornmeal to the light
before giving them to the skillet
and sometimes I say the recipe
to the air and sometimes I say his name
or her name or her name
and sometimes I just set the table
because meals are memorials
that teach us how to move,
history moves in us as we raise
our voices and then our glasses
to pour a little out for those
who poured out everything for us,
we pour ourselves for them,
so they can eat again.
**** speaking of fourth of july and eating too much, we went to the lakehouse and had the most amazing time despite the jet-ski breaking down, a nasty wasp sting, rogue fireworks, and lake levels too low to get the boat out. here's a peek:
nine years ago today, i married my best friend. it feels like just yesterday and a million years ago all at the same time.
we wanted our wedding to be a party. we were just a few years out of college and saw our wedding as the perfect opportunity to get all of our favorite people in one room and dance.
as you know by now, we are big music nerds, so deciding what music we wanted to play at our wedding reception was a task that we embraced. we found a great dj and he wanted to meet with us to get an idea of what kind of vibe we wanted. we gave him some ideas (some which were dumb, like no dollar dance. were we idiots? did we not understand that people give you money to dance with them?). we specifically wanted some hip-hop mixed in to get people dancing (the electric slide did not count). our conversation with the dj went something like this:
(please don't click these links with children in the room.)
dj: what kind of hip-hop songs are you looking for me to play?
us: well, off the top of our heads, maybe this (the clean version, please). and this one, for sure.
us: but there are some songs that are great to dance to that wouldn't necessarily be appropriate to play considering grandparents will be in the room......
melissa and i went to high school together. she was that gorgeous girl, a couple of grades older (you know, that girl. the one that girls like me idolize), the kind of girl that was insanely popular with her peers for good reason. she was/is kind and cool and smart and easy to talk to and talented out of her mind. seriously.
these traits have followed her into adulthood, making her one of the best people to make your family comfortable enough to take an authentic, candid photograph. she captures the personalities of my children the second she lifts her camera to her face; it's second nature.
if you are in dallas and are interested in checking out her portfolio, click here.
hallelujah, thank you baby jesus, we have a fourth bedroom in this house. which means basically that we have a bonus room in which to store all of my kid's shit (for lack of a better word). in other words, not. my. living. room.
there is no rhyme or reason behind this home tour, i started by showing you the front of the house, and now we are jumping straight to the back. three bedrooms and two bathrooms are on the opposite side of the house. a fourth bedroom, bathroom, laundry room and garage are all located off the hall in the back of our house.
let's start with the playroom, shall we?
this is the view when you walk in the door.
what we did: installed hardwoods, painted the walls, assembled some shelves, hung some art and old window panes.
what i love: that there is a designated room for all of the kids stuff. the daybed has a trundle, which makes it perfect for guests and/or future slumber parties.
what i don't love: we store all sorts of junk in there simply because we have a place to put it. it's time for a toy overhaul. don't tell my kids.
when we moved in, all we knew is that we wanted a wall of shelves. thanks, ikea.
orange bins: target
vintage window panes: from an antique shop in downtown mckinney (years ago)
bedding: made by my mom. the pillows represent our family from texas, georgia and new york. thanks, momma.
knobs: bargain bin at anthropologie. these beauties inspired our wall color and the color scheme for the whole room.
wall color: navy blue. (if you are interested in the exact color, i'll ask chris).
stackable toy boxes: land of nod (from ben's baby registry)
this is the back hall which houses the entrances to our bathroom and laundry room (on the left), garage (stright ahead) and the playroom (on the right).
what we did: installed hardwoods, painted the walls and added new knobs to the playroom and pantry doors.
what i love: the art and the graffitti.
what i don't love: none of the remaining knobs match (drives me nutso) and the "boob" light on the ceiling. i already have plans for that puppy. i'll keep you posted.
in our last house, we painted ben's closet door with chalkboard paint. in this house we decided to use it on all of the hall walls. let me just tell you how perfect it is to distract your toddler while you are cooking or for small, impressionable houseguests who think drawing on the walls is awesome.
i saw these wires on a blog and purchased them at ikea. we use them year-round to display the kids' art and schoolwork.
key hook: anthropologie
a little reminder never hurt.
guests tag the walls.
i stole this day-of-the-month idea from a very creative momma at ben's school. the goal is to display something to represent what you did or what you plan to do on any particular date. it's a nice visual representation of what you have actual done (especially when it feels like you haven't been doing much at all on these long summer days).
have you ever done anything as silly as plan an entire room from a cabinet knob? it's not the only room we did that with either! how do you get inspired?