…luckett’s low-down

Friday VIP day was just so lovely at Luckett’s. If you have not had the pleasure of shopping at it, I will show you my day. Last year they gave out these cute, stripy bags.

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I arrive about 9:15, the gates open at 10:00. At this point the line was longer than it was last year on Friday. All beautiful ladies in their sweet summer wares. I loved watching everyone gather with their girlfriends for a day of shopping. (Ok, there were a few men in line as well. Real men love vintage.)

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The smarty-pants brought their carts and extra shopping bags to tote items. One thing I’ve learned from shows it that you do not want to carry around huge items and you also don’t want to go back and forth to your car to drop them off….and you also don’t want to leave them with the vendor you bought them from because at the end of the day when you are dirty and tired you will have to go collect said heavy wares and that’s no fun either. I know this because I do it every year. Next year must get shopping cart!

I was excited to see two vendors in particular this year – Miss Mustard Seed (of course) and Old Thyme Marketplace. Since the line was already down the grassy field by MMS, I headed over to OT. Check out her set up. To die for.

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It took all my willpower not to go home with this little cupboard. I just don’t have the space for it! MMS killed it this year. It was her best tent/s every and it was hard to not want one of everything. I decided to wait in line because I could pass up some special pieces. I will show you everything I bought in the next post.

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Here are some other fabulous items that I saw during my day. You can’t find these things just anywhere.

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Great job, Luckett’s! I hope you are all resting after your hard work, but I know the call for hunting is greater than sleep!

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…lessons from an anti-hero

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You guys, sometimes I am so sucked in by beautiful people doing beautiful things wearing beautiful clothes and smiling beautiful smiles. I see them in magazines, on Facebook, Access Hollywood, the news and every where we turn. I can’t seem to get away from beautiful, successful people and frankly, I don’t want to see it all the time because I then start using them as a measuring stick to where and what I am supposed to be and it sucks up so much air in my space that I can’t just like what I want to like and smile the way I already do smile. It all makes me feel like I am supposed to fix something broken about me – like I better buy more and do more and say more because what I am right here in this moment is clearly not enough because it does not look the same as what they are doing over there.

Please tell me you feel me. How could you not?

I don’t blame us because we are saturated with all these messages telling us that we are not fine just as we are. Before I start sounding too cliche, let me introduce to you my hero if you have not met. My anti hero. Lena Dunham. Let me caveat this by saying that her show Girls is not for everyone. Its raw and raunchy at times and can even be too much for me, but I’m not talking about the show as much as I’m talking about Hannah, the protagonist.

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When I say I’m taking lessons from her, I’m totally serious. She is unapologetic for who she is. She is often misguided, totally irreverent, quasi childish and often inappropriate. But, she is also beautifully sensitive and in tune to what works for her despite the pressures around her. She does not even seem to let these influences affect her unless it comes in the form of her relationships, which she is often entangled emotionally. She cares deeply, talks bravely and moves through the world at her own speed, albeit often at a zig zag.

I find myself thinking about Hannah in the moments that I question myself or find myself trying too hard or shaming myself for not being something that looks more pleasing than what I present to the world. At the end of the day, no one is really is paying that much attention, are they? At the end of the day, it’s truly how I feel and what I take away from the experience. I think if we let others see our disheveled, human side more often I think we could make deeper, more meaningful connections, but also rid ourselves of the constant shame that we are the way we are. What if the way we are in all of our imperfectness is what will really set us apart from all that is perfectly beautiful and therefore lead us to live a more authentic life? Maybe the tide would turn? Or maybe it wouldn’t. But, maybe we could at least feel a bit more comfortable in our less than perfect skin and hair and enjoy the feeling of wearing something that we like vs. what someone else may think is beautiful.

I get it, Hannah. I get the too short shirts, the wide jeans, the cutout red swimwear, the exasperation, the analyzing, the parents, the tattoos and the cake. I want that cake and I will eat it all too.

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…how to refinish a needlepoint chair from the perspective of my cat

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AAAAAAAH! A large, scary monster come to hurt me!

Oh, it’s just a chair.

AAAAAAAH! She is going to smush me with that chair! But, no. She is putting it on top of the place where I sunbathe. Why would she put it way up there? Oh, she wants me to lounge on it. It’s a lounging chair for me. Yes, that’s nice. Much better than the end of the couch. Now I am high up and can view the rest of the room from up here. She wanted me to be higher than her because I am like the king in this home. How nice. Maybe I do like her.

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Green string? How stupid. I’m not playing with that and she certainly doesn’t need to decorate my chair. It doesn’t even match my fur. Maybe if she could just shift it slightly to the left so the sun could reach my belly a bit more.

Oh! I get it. She wants to play! No? She doesn’t want to play? What is that deep voice coming from her mouth, snapping my name. If she doesn’t want to play then she shouldn’t stick that paint brush anywhere near my paws. Duh.

Purrrrr. It’s Greta. Okay, Greta put that ugly green string on my throne.

DINNER! I will return.

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Blast. It is my brother Owen. He has always wanted to usurp me. Try as you may, but you will never take me down, Brother.

Oh, thank God. She’s taking off the green string. It really wan’t working for me. Wha, Wait. Where are you taking my throne? To the family room?

NOOOOOOOO!

And what is that ugly white thing?

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A stuffed lamb? A toy? I’ve been replaced by a child’s toy? She will not be finding me at the end of her bed tonight. No sir. I may even ignore her for a whole day after this. And dinner better be on time.