Counting Crows at The Ryman

So happy to see the Counting Crows back. Adam looks great. Heart the hair. I just want to scrunch it!

We're normally not in Nashville in the summer months. I believe this is the first time I have been to the Ryman where the sun is still shining through the old church windows. (Thought I had the stained glass windows in my viewfinder--obviously not--a photographer's angst.) 

 Toad the Wet Sprocket opened for the Counting Crows. They were great!

 Adam came out chillz. Just sat down and took it in for a moment.

This was my first, and hopefully not my last, time seeing them live.  What a beautiful soul, that Adam is.

  Cutie. 

 Texting? Really, woman?

Hugs, all around.

Labels: Music, Nashville

Favorite Words

I found this old sheet of words I made to use in some piece of artwork way back when.

These are a few of my favorite words.

New Decor

I've been finding all kinds of bumper stickers since I've been sorting out the place. Ollie was my hippie car and she was full of my schtick-ers. That is, until the kid took her over. Ollie had to get cleaned up; and then I had nowhere to put my stickers. Of course, that never stopped me from continuing to collect them. Hmmmm. H word.

They're just one of those things I can't seem to part with {hoarder}. Bite your tongue. I've had these two old chairs from a yard sale way back in my Virginny days--a long time ago. They've looked SO plain, lately! tehe

Before I placed the first one (Elizabeth Cook), I asked my brother Jim if he thought yay or nay. He was all yay.

Eclectic. 

Yes. 

Love.

Labels: Home Redecorating

Summer Color

I do believe that summer has arrived. My gnomey says so.

And a perfect day for a new Jack White album, Lazaretto, to arrive in the mail.

 Some of the songs from the new album were introduced on Record Day.

The kid and I were fortunate enough to snag tickets. Absolutely unbelievable seeing JW in the Blue Room at Third Man. There was a whole lotta yellow happening that day.

And blue, too. "Whoa, girl {bitch}. Back it on up." He was tipping his hat to me. Yes. He. Was. Jk.

As close as I'll be to Jack. Tiz ok.

And the booty from TMR on Record Day. 

And now the album is released. And I'm liken' it.

Ah, summatime. It's good for what ails ya.

Labels: Kid, Music, Summer