I'll think about that tomorrow.

Let's get somethin' straight, people.

There's been some talk about me hating the good ole South.

ok. guilty as charged on some occasions.


Though I might grow tired once in a while of 100+ temps and lack of activity in Motown, it's still the place I call home.

So here ya go: some bonafide Southern stuff I love.

This. Movie. 

Real talk: read it cover-to-cover in sixth grade. If I wasn't Meredith Grey, I'd be Scarlett O'Hara. 

NOLA. Future home? Mabes. Favorite city? Ohhhh yeah. 

Ain't nothin' like it nowhere.

Sorry, Dreamland BBQ. I know I stole your slogan. But it expressed my love for red velvet cake just right. 

PS I don't eat meat, but you're still cool. Bye!

"All things in moderation." -Plato (?) 

applies to my parrothead-ness. In June, I suddenly know all the words to "Margaritaville" again.

Billy Reid's clothes. He's from Bama.

PS- this dress is called the "Scout"; see below.

MY DOGS.

We've got a Southern literary thing goin' on: Scout {TKAMB. duhhh.} and Stella {Streetcar Named Desire ref. Anyone??} 

I've got some names picked out for prospective pups as well:

1. Tennessee Williams. He's from my daddy's hometown! Shout out, Columbus, MS!

2. Twain. But this kinda has a weird ring.

3. Welty. LOVE.

4. Scarlett. See above.

5. Sebastian. Again with the Tennessee Williams. Suddenly, Last Summer. Come on, people. 

And I'm out of ideas............

Good enough? I think so.

I'll be flippin' through Southern Living. 

So you should too.