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Brenda Kay and Sheri Lynn, We Luv U

Brenda Kay and Sheri Lynn, We Luv U

Dear Kay, I have been colossally out of pocket this week due to the arrival of my sister Buffy plus fambly and her porta-pantry. Buffy is on Spring Break. It’s been like Fort Lauderdale around here. Or a Princess Cruise. Or a Bravo reality show where people have to shop every single day. I still haven’t recovered from watching the finale of The Bachelor with Buffy. It was like touring Gettysburg with Ken Burns, listening to her...

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Nashville Flea Market 2010: It Can’t Get Too Odd for Me

Dear Kay, Ahhhhh, it’s been a while since I had a good flea market crawl, so it was a quick yes when I got a call from my friend Elizabeth of Style Blueprint, a blog that is rapidly becoming Nashville’s latest and most potent source of shopping crack. She muttered that she needed some stuff (need being a broad term when it comes to Elizabeth and shopping), and I was all “Hell yeah. I’ve been low on 8-track tapes ever...

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Please Read the Letter that I Wrote!

Please Read the Letter that I Wrote!

Dear Kay, Yesterday, I awoke to the sound of Alison Krauss and Robert Plant singing “Please Read the Letter That I Wrote” on NPR, on account of they won the Grammy for Record of the Year. Record of the year! This peculiar collaboration has been the talk of Nashville ever since Robert Plant came to town and rented a house to do this project. Such a head-bonking combo! Hearing his superfamous Led Zeppelin voice paired up with...

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Life on the Mezzanine

Life on the Mezzanine

Dear Kay, Most Saturday mornings, this is where you’ll find me. This is the Grownup Holding Area of the Sixth Avenue Skatepark. I figure that, having spent about fifty Saturdays in this place, I am good and ready for the apocalypse. Don’t you think the apocalypse will have busted-out sofas? The first time Clif persuaded me to take him to this place, I was deeply skeptical. He was still a novice skateboarder, working on landing...

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Tailgate Party, 2008 Edition

Tailgate Party, 2008 Edition

Dear Kay, So much to tell you. Topic Number One: Teeny Project Runway The entries are arriving daily here for Teeny Project Runway. It’s like Fashion Week at Bryant Park inside my computer. The fabulousness! The models! There’s still plentee of time to cook something up for our contest–the deadline for entries is Monday, February 25 at high noon. Remember, the real Project Runway designers usually have one DAY to create their...

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I Am Still Chuckling about Monday

I Am Still Chuckling about Monday

Dear Kay, Happy Valentine’s everybody! Here are some tulips for ya! Sweet Hubbo and the fellas brought me a bookay. Here was the scene on Monday at the downtown Nashville library: I love the fact that nobody could sit still. Lots of looking and comparing and advising. Chattanooga Knitters On The Move Meet (clockwise from bottom) Beth, Sandra, Becky, Cynthia, Honorary Chattanoogan me, and Karen. Road trippers, the lot of them, three...

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Glories Stream from Heaven Afar

Glories Stream from Heaven Afar

Dear Kay, It’s Christmas Eve here, a brilliant bright morning, and I am so filled with nostalgia that you would just PYUKE to be having coffee with me this morning. I break out into “The First Noel” with NO NOTICE. I’ve already sneaked an early reading of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. At the rate I’m going, I may bring out the figgy pudding. RUN AWAY! The Barber Shop Closes I can tell you when this nostalgic mood...

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The Crossroads of the Universe

The Crossroads of the Universe

Dear Kay, Oh, sure, you’re up there in the crossroads of the universe, with every Sally, Sissy, and Sue who comes through New York City calling you up for a pint of coffee with ya. Well, Nashville is a crossroads, too, you know. Grant writers LOVE coming to Nashville–the place is just rotten with ‘em. Those grant writers just can’t wait until it’s time for an Association of Grant Professionals throwdown–they...

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Cleanup on Aisle 2, a Trip, and Some Shoes

Cleanup on Aisle 2, a Trip, and Some Shoes

Dear Kay, It’s 2:30 in the morning. Small Clif–poignant, brave, wildly barf covered–turned up at my bedside with trash can in hand to announce that he was having a bad night. I am so very awake. Never been so awake. Let’s just leave that vale of Clorox behind for the moment, shall we? We’re going on a little trip. Is that potpourri I smell? Like, six kinds of potpourri at the same time? Is that the sound of a...

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Grand Ole Hair

Grand Ole Hair

Dear Ann, Honeeeeeeey, I’m home! I had a blast in Nashville, as I always do. Nashville is a wonderland. Then again, it doesn’t take all that much to make me happy. One thing I have been pondering about Nashville is: What’s up with the hair? Why is there so much GREAT HAIR in Nashville? I mean, look at Tammy Wynette: Girl had awesome hair. Dolly’s hair? Get OUT! Dolly’s hair mojo is so strong that some of...

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