I Dreamt I Moved to the South. . . And Then I Did.

If you thought I was patriotic before, you should see me now that I have moved to Alabama.

When I was preparing to move this story from US Vogue's April 1992 issue kept popping up in my head.  Even though it was shot in New Orleans, it does have an Alabama feel.

I did spy a tire swing I want to sneak back to 

- hopefully the kids will let me have a go.

Although, I don't know when you would relax on your porch.  It's technically still winter and it's been 85 degrees all week.  And I don't see screens on these there porches.  You need screens.

These bugs are as big as the ones I lived with in Brazil.  

And I'm not as tough as I used to be.

Becoming a Dreamy Cat Lady

I love 'cat culture.'  

Obsessed with it even.

But in the past I have made no attempt 

to actually like the cats.

 Or let them touch me.

 But I think I'm melting.

During my last visit to San Diego 

I let this one nap with me.  

(Well I let him sleep on my bed for about 1 minute before I freaked out.  But it was a genuine 60 seconds.)

And then when I was in Los Angeles last 

I could not stop petting this one. 

 (Then I went and washed my hands twice before 

touching anything else.  A huge step for me.)

 Basically I am doing everything I can (one baby step at a time) to be like Grace Coddington.  

Or better yet, Karen Elson posing as Grace Coddington.  

Look at those kitties' smashed faces!  And I love her Gaelic frizzy hair and boxy silhouettes.  

Yeah, I could get into real live cats if it means taking a step towards being like my girl-editor-crush.