The very loveable Cousin Barry sent me a copy of this month's Nfocus magaine from Nashville. It's been a long, busy morning and the UPS guy just delivered it to my desk and it has made my day. I know I still have not gotten around to writing down all the tales from the Nashville trip, but one of the highlights was meeting the sweet Sinclair Kelly, who also happens to be an Associate Editor and Photographer for the magazine.
Sinclair covered the Hunt Ball for the magazine, and as she spent a lot of time with the Hardastle family that night (because we are the super-happy-fun-time people), we were featured in the coverage.
You may recall the whote "dyed my hair blond thinking it would grow out during surgery recovery and no one would see it but then teh surgery was canceled " bit. I had a haircut before going home, but that just left me with blond tips, which in no way pleased my mother.
The week before the "Oh God! Oh God! Dear God stop the burning!" heat wave in Nashville, it was like seven degrees. On Easter. It was crazy, and all the flora got severly frost-burned. And all the new recently tender-green growth was frozen to a light brown.
When I got off the plane and my mother grimaced, paused, sighed heavily, touched my hair and said, "Well... you look like the boxwoods."
I, of course, thought she was crazy. And you know, my mother being crazy wasn't exactly a news flash. Until I got home and saw this:
That night at Tribe I got some comments on the hair and I mentioned what my mother had said. Jon Glassmeyer did a spit take he laughed so hard. Gotta hand it to Fran-- she gave me the best line of the week. Even though I had originally had no idea what she was talking about, every one in Nashville knew exactly what she meant.
I told the story at the Hunt Ball and it became a pull quote in the feature. I have gotten more e-mails on this than you would believe.
The photos from the Hunt Ball are great (but not on the Nfocus Web site). And it's so nice to be featured/remembered in the social pages even though I am so far removed.
Gotta keep that face fresh in the scene you know.
So--
Love to Sinclair for being such fun and throwing my story out there; and
Love to Barry for sending me a copy!
1 comment:
We adore Sinclair, of course. and we also adore Fran, who can do no wrong, as far as Nfocus is concerned. And our website SUCKS, as you discretely do not say. If they had had websites in the 60s, that's what ours looks like. But one of these days very soon, with a brand new "platform" [we, too, are Luddites] from our owners the New Times, we will post more than six freaking pictures from a slam bang (and I do not use those terms loosely when talking about the Hunt Ball) party.
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