Dress: Dusen Dusen (anniversary gift)
Coat: Penny Stock
Bag: vintage, Etsy
Shoes: Rachel Comey
I’m so excited about Thanksgiving that I pretty much spent these last few days wishing I could wish the weekend away. Not that it wasn’t good. It was sunny the whole time and in the mid 60s—really I didn’t have a thing to complain about, but for some reason the first part of the weekend dragged. Especially on Saturday, when I got depressed for no reason and tried my best to sleep the day off. Mostly I just didn’t want to be in Atlanta. I was homesick for my family and homesick for Tennessee (our future home), and no amount of reading/Judy Garland documentary-watching/history blog reading could shake it.
Fortunately, Sunday turned out to be a lot better. We woke up and drove straight up 75 (same way we’ll be going later this week) and headed for Barnsley Gardens for the afternoon. I’d heard of the place for a while now, but I always assumed it was just some cheesy resort for fancy Atlantans. Which it is, in a way. There’s a golf course and sporty bars and a strange little faux village with perfectly manicured streets. But there’s also a 19th century brick mansion, or at least the ruins of it, surrounded by reconstructed gardens and ponds. My favorite part of all was the museum, where the docent showed us photos and told us the history of the place, which included Civil War encampment, tornadoes, and a 1930s murder. As soon as I get time I’ll do a Southerly post on the place. Drew took a lot more photos than what you see here. And the story’s too good not to tell.
Photos by Drew.