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2013/05/15 / Shanan


Apparently I need an editor.  Without further ado – more Nashville!  (You can see the first part of my trip recap here)


Barista Parlor in East Nashville was one of the better iterations of the quintessential hipster coffee shop. Exposed Edison light bulbs, reclaimed wood, artisan chocolates, mustachio-d baristas, ’70s music playing from an actual record player… whatever, I’m a sucker for it every single time.  It was spacious, lovely, plus they had absolutely zero attitude – which was pretty much the case with everywhere we went.  People in Nashville are just plain nice.

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2013/05/14 / Shanan


We came, we ate, we wandered, we giggled like the schoolgirls we once were, we ate some more.  Nashville was a blast.

I started to write a really wordy post but I’ve since decided to just let the photos do the talking.  There are a lot! They’re going to talk your ear off… Southern style.  Whatever that means.

Some highlights, in no particular order…


A visit to Hatch Show Print, one of the country’s oldest letterpress print shops full of cool old (and new) block-printed music posters.  Really fun.





Las Paletas was just down the block from where we were staying, so multiple stop-ins were in order.  These beautiful little popsicles mean business.  I tried the watermelon, lime, coconut and mexican caramel.


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2013/05/13 / Shanan


Well I’m back from Nashville but I’ve got a sick little bean here who’s spent the last few days up and down with a stomach bug.  Looks like couch-surfing is the only activity on the roster for today (note the stray saltine cracker on the lower right).

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2013/05/10 / Shanan


When I got married a few years ago, I was honoured to be able to use my late grandmother’s ring in our ceremony.  My cousins had used it in their weddings, too, and then the ring was passed back to my aunt for safekeeping.

Unfortunately a deadly combination of thrift and sloth means that today, I still don’t have an actual wedding band.  I hope to get to it eventually.  In the meantime I browse for rings every now and again and try to imagine what I might even want, and wonder if my choice will be different now than it might have been when we were standing at the bright and shiny brink of this once-new life phase.

And, I am pretty sure my choice would be different.


It would be a lot cooler, and braver, I think.  I recently came across this ring by UK jeweler Polly Wales.  An amazing jagged arrangement of red rubies set in a narrow band of gold, it reminds me of a treasure unearthed from the bottom of a shipwreck.  If I’m mixing metaphors here, it’s a ring that feels like it’s been around the block and lived to tell the tale. I mean, it’s kind of weird for a wedding ring but it feels like something real.  It doesn’t exist in a vacuum.

No guts, no glory.  Right?