HWSB

sometimes i still can't believe it.

orange, no more.

the orange bicycle is now the white Peugeot.
photos to follow.
(farewell my basketed cruiser friend).

all over again.

i get really down when i think about my MeMaw Cheatham. she died when i was in 4th grade of Leukemia, before i ever got the chance to really appreciate who she was, and how much of her lived inside me.
days spent with her were never without a pad of good paper and chalk pastels. she would always sit me down and draw something out for me, then i would add all the color. or she would let me pummel through her train cases of make up and jewelry. or rummage through her closet stuffed full of amazing garments that i was too young to covet and realize how cool of a style she had.
she had this really awesome Cajun-French accent and she was pretty reserved and modest--the complete opposite of me and my dad...don't know where we got our boistrous ass-holiness..

i could sum up their house in many words:
art. french onion dip. garden. national geographic. golf clubs. croquet. mardi gras beads. quirky magnets. crochet'd everything. king cake. organ. bee stings. learning.

i miss her so much and wish that i could go back, knowing the things i know now and really hang out with her. pick her brain. learn more. when i think back, i was probably such a little shit and took her existence for granted. i guess you always do.
i feel that i got to sink in the life of MeMaw Branche a little more. and i got to spend a weekend with her 1 month before she passed, for which i will always be grateful, but of course, is never enough. i want more of both of them, in the real.

feels like a Monday.

this feels like warm brandy poured over my heart muscle.

$baller$ Alphabet chart

i've always really liked charts. any charts. but especially alphabet charts. and really especially, vintage alphabet charts.
so, i stumbled upon this hand-drawn beauty on Ebay and want it so.
but, alas, I'd have to sell my body or some drugs, or both to justify buying it.
if anyone ever comes across these....please snatch them up for me OR direct me to it's whereabouts. this one really inspires me to make one myself.
someone put a lot of time and love into this piece of "art history".
(click to enlarge and really appreciate it...the detail, paper texture and fonts....dang!)

Shop Update...

i've added a few new items to the Orange Bicycle shop, but there are many more a'comin. all photos are taken (thanks for modeling, Beth), now I just have to list them.
(uploading photos to Etsy and writing descriptions = my least favorite part.)

a few more coming soon to Branche, as well. slowly but Shirley. for shore.

nuh, uh..Tennessee ain't fat.

How on earth could we possibly be ranked so high on the "fattest states" list???

read more about Piggy Popcorn here.

Oh yeh...

by the way, the orange bicycle is for sale. SOLD!!!
yeh, i know. weird.

Electra Townie 7 Speed.
more details here .

oh, Albertus.

I feel like it's been atleast 10 years since I first coveted this book. It's still in the $hundreds$ and still amazing.
When will it be mine?

first bag. new shoppe.

it's posted.

with one wonky photo, but who's givin the fuck?

here's the bag.

the shop's called branche. memaw's last name. mom's maiden name. my longtime "want-a-store-called-"Branche" name.

vintage military...

...is the current theme.

materials: old and new.

old military laundry bag and new ticking.

new webbing & old zipper. (thanks t.z.)

go here....

http://imogeneandwillie.com/

and then go there.
12th south.
(the old service station we've all dreamt about opening our own place in.)
good people.

Buy It Now!!

only $175
(photo courtesy of Ebay seller)