The past few weeks around the nest have been a bit crazy....all apologies for the lack of thorough lbdb updates. Really ever since Jazz Fest it has been non-stop. I went home to Arkansas and came back, found a wedding dress and the bridesmaid's garb. Owl and I worked on a really fun commercial together....I got to make these beautiful carnivale parasols among other artistic elements. Right after the commercial we started on a Nat'l Lampoon's Movie. Owl did an amazing job as the production designer on a very limited budget and I bit off much more than the lead scenic responsibilities. It was exhausting, exhilarating, rewarding, and long. Now, we are finally repairing the nest from our neglect and I am focusing on four photo shoots that immediately follow our work in the movie biz. May and June have definitely been busy. Once I wrap up my shoots we are planning to see the last shuttle launch in Merrit Beach and maybe a little jaunt to mickey town pre or post launch. We've been meeting with our wonderful Canon at the Cathedral in preparation for 11.11.11. Thursday afternoon we had to introduce each other to him for an 'exercise' - telling how we met, what we like, what we're good at, etc.. It wasn't until he asked us when we 'knew' that the first tear was summoned. We are approaching the anniversary of this moment for Owl. We took my grandmother lunch and ate with her Saturday the 3rd of July. She would leave us exactly one week later. We arrived with the food but her soup was forgotten so I went back to the club to pick it up and Owl visited with her. He had her all to himself and she let him know how happy she was for the both of us. Anyone that ever knew my grandmother knows that one of the rarest and most precious things was exactly this - her approval. For awhile I know I didn't have it. In the end, though, my grandmother and I shared so much in common....including and especially a disapproving family at times. Superficially it probably never looked like there could be any similarities within our lives but philosophically - we shared a unwavering urge for our lives in reality to match the one of OUR dreams. Without regard to any guilt placed upon us by the ones we love. Nana knew what she wanted. She left Carollton Mississippi in search of that at sixteen years old. I think she made her life in an image of her dreams. Whether it holds true or not - I believe it because it is empowering and reassuring. She was a strong woman, a sturdy woman and if anyone could will there lives to end up something so different that what it began - it was her. Nothing, when it comes to family, is too much for me. I miss her. I do, but I feel her in my life all the time....when I am polishing silver, when I am rolling my hair in sponge rollers, when I have to do my nails three times because it isn't perfect, when I fry anything, when I spend an hour on my skin regimen in the morning, and wear a matching set of pajamas.....when I clean and organize my jewelry, when I take Napoleon on a little drive around the neighborhood or drive thru MAC Donald's just to get a cold drink. when I cut my roses. when i entertain. when I am polite. when, I am a lady. when Christmas happens. Nana, I love you and I hope that you are as proud and thankful of the life that you built as I am. I can only pray to be as successful in reaching my own dreams. Guide me if you can <3
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| that hair is perfect. |
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| look at those shoes... |
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| christmas in germany |
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| Nana looking stunning in red.... |
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| her scribbles... |
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