the wedding

Austin. Geneva. Tournon-sur-Rhone. Geneva. Nairobi. Moshi. Kilimanjaro. Moshi. Nairobi. Geneva. Austin. And I'm back. My two and a half weeks of whirlwind holiday came to a close Saturday night when I flew into Austin Bergstrom.



Of course I had to share a few photos from the wedding in Tournon. It was a complete blur of French wine, homemade cider, food, food and food. But here's where we started...

Danny drove in from Germany for the occasion, missing his exhibition opening in Frankfurt. On a side note, if you happen to be reading from Germany, I would highly suggest you check it out.



We piled into his tiny Euro rental and headed to the church to hang out in the narrow cobblestone streets with this lovely lady before she walked down the aisle. La plus belle mariée à Tournon, non?

The entire experience was one of surreal beauty. How did we get from swapping clothes in our clammy suburban cross country locker room 15 years ago to this? The time in between seems to pass simultaneously in haze and clarity, always exciting.

Goofing around. Holding each others bags. Brotherly pestering. Things have changed, of course, but not really so much. Time. It was time. A quick drink before the ceremony. Beer in one hand, roses in the other. My Nancy.

And then, they were married. Cheers of happiness erupted in the church, running out into the streets where we showered them in lavender. A beautiful ceremony followed by (I'm not even exaggerating here) 11 hours of partying. It's a wonder I made it to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro the following week, but more on that later!







Congratulations to my dearest friend, Nancy.

hello grandaddy

Finally a proper blog post for you! This morning my mom and I headed about an hour and half northeast of Austin for a little visit with my Grandaddy and Gigi. The town, like so many small Texas towns, is slowly dying as corporations root out the local businesses and folks continue to move into larger cities where jobs are more abundant. These days, though, things seem to be going downhill rather quickly. Let's take yesterday as an example. The water main busted and the entire town was left with no source of water until this morning.



Needless to say, lunching with Grandaddy always involves dining out and today was no exception. We headed over for catfish at the new truck stop slash restaurant one town over. That's my Grandaddy if you hadn't guessed! Looking rather annoyed I'm snapping photos over lunch.



My lovely mother. Although she may beg to differ about this photo...Sorry Mom but I thought it was cute!



Dried flowers that have been in my grandparent's kitchen just about as long as I can remember.



A sneak peak of tomorrow's back-on-track fashion post. Perhaps you've seen the dress on the blogs of a few other fashionable ladies...



One of the many quilts made by my great grandmother, Granny Ward. According to my mom, most of the pieces are snippets of family clothing as she never let anything go to waste.

Now to plan tomorrow's photos and estate sales with Mom...And then bedtime! It's been an utterly exhausting day! Goodnight ladies and gents. Sleep tight!

high in the sky

This was me today. Albeit far less interesting, much more frustrating and minus the swanky car. Thank the lord I'm flying to Austin tomorrow and don't have to deal with the car for a bit! And on that note, I'll be high in the sky for most of tomorrow and then...AUSTIN! Happy weekend ladies and gents.