Photos by Drew
We just got back from a pretty amazing weekend trip to Tennessee, where we visited my parents, saw Lauren and Neil, toured a plantation, and ate lots of food for St. Patrick’s Day. Tennessee is always one of my favorite places to visit, especially when it starts to get warm and the flowers come out and everything is green again. It was 80 degrees when we were there, and sometimes it was sunny and sometimes it was rainy, but even the storms were really beautiful . . . weirdly dark, gloomy skies with bits of sunlight peeking through. It made driving through the countryside that much prettier.
On Saturday we went to tour Rippavilla, which is not really that far from where my parents live. We pass it every time we visit and every time we leave, but only stopped there years ago for some quick blog photos. It was fun to be able to tour it and hear about its past, and I didn’t know which was more interesting, its place in Civil War history (the battle of Spring Hill was fought nearby) or its brief transformation into a brothel in the good old 1930s. We even saw a bloodstained corner of a room where a 1930s love triangle murder (probably) took place (I love going on tours with Lauren, because she’s not afraid to ask questions that make the tour guides squirm).
We had lots of great food on the trip . . . my mom made cupcakes, my dad made fish and chips and cinnamon rolls for the morning. I got to run on my parents’ treadmill, but probably should have more for all the Cadbury mini eggs I ate . . . On Sunday we dyed easter eggs way early, just because we hadn’t dyed eggs in years and years. Everyone made beautiful eggs, and I just wrote weird things on them with the “magic” crayon because I’m not patient enough for pretty designs.
That same afternoon Drew and I went for a drive through the country to take blog photos, and normally I hate taking blog photos, but this time it was so much fun, stopping on the way to take pictures of an abandoned train station and old, falling-apart buildings. We drove to the tiny tiny town of Santa Fe so we could see Nett’s Country Store, which is one of those sorts of places I’ve only seen in Tennessee: part grocery store, part gas station, part restaurant, part stage for local talent. And then we took little winding roads back to Columbia, stopping so we could take photos of my new dress that Josie of Frances Baker was kind enough to send me. I’m in love with it–the dip dye is so cheerful, and the fabric is so light and airy, and wearing it on an 80 degree day on Tennessee backroads was a dream.