Southern Ladies


Spinning off the unofficially acknowledged rule of “It ain’t southern if it ain’t in a mason jar,” decided to have a little jaunt with my friend in the park to catch up on gossip and the new glossy pages of Porter, with the most glorious images.

Finger sandwiches, strawberries, bugs and giggles abounded as the sun set and the fireflies came out. All my life in Nashville I didn’t like it, right up to before I left for college. Then I discovered the joys in little modernized Southern delights like homemade jam, ridiculous hats, cowboy boots and the slow, easy life in the warmth.

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