This force of nature in leopard print swooped through Nashville, I scooped her up for cocktails and 9 hours later we had lived a lifetime, told allll the stories and bonded permanently. Ashley, thank you for being a truly exceptional woman. I am PLEASED AS SPIKED PUNCH (Tito’s!) to be your friend. Next stop, six city tour!
Even if you gotta fake it, here is your starter kit. “Well, honey, it is the south. These debutantes know how to verbally kick anyone’s ass. They learned it from their mamas in the womb.” - @maganvee
Thank you, @suthingirl for loving Southern products and southerners alike. Thank you for the richness that you bring in the most sophisticated yet attainable of ways. I’m pleased as spiked punch to be included in this @goodgritmag “Shop The South” lineup.
A beautiful day to be invited for Opening Hunt and the Blessing of the Hounds. And the most beautiful friends - human and equine. #tallyho
The accent is everything, y’all.
Don’t get too comfortable // ⛺️ Yesterday evening an older man pulled into camp on his motorcycle. He pulled behind him his (surprising) few essentials: a tent, a small cooler strapped to the axle, and a canteen. He wore fringe chaps and a toggle-button sweater, a kind, weathered face and a contented loneliness in his countenance.
He made camp quickly and strolled to the bathhouse, stopping in to visit our dog on the way. “He’s all out of sorts,” I told the man, trying to explain Corbin’s aloof behavior. He looked at me and nodded. “Aren’t we all?” He had broken camp and left by the time dew drops falling from the trees forced me from our tent early this morning — on to his next adventure where he finds comfort in the roaming. Where perhaps he has found peace in the being out of sorts.