We made sure to get out of town this last weekend. Atlanta had been rainy and gray and gloomy all week, and I was counting down the days until we could drive up to the Blue Ridge mountains and get away for a couple of days. We stayed in a little white farmhouse in a cornfield, completely secluded and a little creepy, and it couldn’t have been better. A few days of doing nothing—no socializing, no driving, just relaxing and reading and being more lazy than I have been since last year, when I was resting up from elbow surgery and watching a lot of Downton Abbey and generally just being a bum.
I’ll post some photos of our trip later. Here are some Drew took on our way back to Atlanta. I’d read of a little abandoned train station in Tate, Georgia, just outside of Jasper, and wanted to track it down for a Southerly post. I also wanted to get some photos of the dress I was wearing, something Josie of Frances Baker was kind enough to send to me all the way from Australia. It’s from her beautiful ffall collection, and I was sure I wouldn’t get the chance to wear it ’till at least October, but on that Sunday morning in the north Georgia mountains it was practically fall already. And, you know? I’m kind of looking forward to it now.