Down on Grandpa's Farm

Some of my favorite memories take place on my grandparents' farm in the 177-person town of Alexandria, NE. Limbo-ing our way under electric fences, learning the difference between cows and bulls, tiptoeing with trepidation toward the bank of the bottomless pond, shrieking in fear when my sister and cousins pretended to be Indians on the warpath.... (I'm from Nebraska. I was an impressionable child. Give me a break.)

Right before he passed, my Grandpa sold a solid chunk of acres to the state. All I know is that the purpose somehow relates to sewage, so I decided now was a better time than later to take yet another trek across the cornfields - with my sister, now as a less vengeful companion, my mom as tour guide, my father as grudging photographer, and my adorable nephew as a prop.

The things this bridge has seen...

The things this bridge has seen...

Sorry, John Deere, Grandpa was Farmall forever

Sorry, John Deere, Grandpa was Farmall forever

Children of the Corn II: The Offering

Children of the Corn II: The Offering

This house had once been turned into my Grandma's Craft Haven. The street number 308 happens to be the same as my Gypsy Haven. Coincidence? I think not.

This house had once been turned into my Grandma's Craft Haven. The street number 308 happens to be the same as my Gypsy Haven. Coincidence? I think not.

The Outfit: St. John cashmere coat with leopard print lining. I received it as a gift during my high heels-higher hemlines phase of life, and only recently unearthed it from the back of my closet. Yay, growing up! Vintage dress. UGG Australia's Belcloud boots - excellent for swamp-stomping.

Walking on the Wildhack Side

Modern sky-almost-scrapers, vintage vignettes, ill-treated veterans huddling for warmth...Downtown Los Angeles seemed the ideal setting for a session with Slaughterhouse Five. I also decided to experience all the decades of my life - plus a few of yours in my ensemble. Because I like to wear my over-achiever tendencies like a badge. Minus the badge. (Unless it's, like, super kitschy and eighteen different kinds of adorable - then I'm totally in. Obviously.)

                       Just waiting for the Tralfamadorians. They’ve always taken so long to pick me up this time.

                       Just waiting for the Tralfamadorians. They’ve always taken so long to pick me up this time.

                                                                             Glass case. Emotions. Meh.                    

                                                                             Glass case. Emotions. Meh.                    

The Outfit: Dress: Vintage Onesie: Kate Young for Target Hat: Vintage Shoes: ShoeMint Ring: JewelMint

The Book: Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut