As I mentioned in my last post about my former garden, this year is the year of the container garden for me as I do not have any gardening space at my apartment, just a small deck. I am determined, however, … Continue reading
Please forgive my cat-heavy content lately. I swear I’m not a crazy cat lady; I just get a real kick out of these fur-balls. That and I’ve been cramming in a lot of work and packing in the past week and there’s only so much to report on that front.
I have so many pictures of my cats now as they are the only subjects that tolerate me trying to learn how to take portraits with my new camera. I figured I might as well share these pictures and stories instead of the seemingly endless piles of things in my life at the moment (because even thinking about them gives me heart palpitations).
While the last few days have been fairly uneventful, I did have an interesting exchange this weekend as I was buying a bottle of wine to take to my friend’s housewarming party.
I walked up to the register and the cashier asked me how I was doing with a big ol’ Southern drawl.
Looking for something to confirm that I was indeed still in Massachusetts, I replied that I was doing just fine and asked how she was doing. She was just dandy.
She kind of looked at me knowingly and I thought maybe she was trying to figure out if I was old enough to be purchasing the wine (which I am, thank you very much) but she was actually sensing some Southern vibes.
She complimented my ring as I showed her my ID. I said thank you. She said she’s been trying to get her boyfriend to buy her one like it because she just loves the design. I told her it was definitely a good purchase and I wear it every day.
She then paused and said, “Where are youuu fruum?”
I said, “Well, here I guess. I grew up in the Northeast.”
I could tell by her face that she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. So I said, “But, my family is from southern Kentucky and I’m actually moving to Nashville next week.”
She beamed, “I knew I heard a Southern acce-yunt in they-yere!” (which is funny because I don’t really have a Southern accent….yet. I do, however, have many family members with Southern accents so I can speak Southern fluently and often catch a drawl when I’m around them.)
I asked her where she was from (obviously not the Northeast). She said proudly, “I’m fruum TEHHH-xas.”
At this point we were friends.
She then wished me luck in my move, I told her I hoped she got the ring from her boyfriend soon and we both smiled as I walked out of the store.
Thank goodness there was no one behind me in line or he/she would have been very confused by our sudden kinship.
I think it was a sign that I am making the right move.
Y’all come back now, ya hear?
I’m Emily. I love the South.
Although I was born and raised in the Northeast, the South has always felt like home to me. All of my family is from and (mostly) lives in Kentucky, the place where I have spent every Christmas and a few weeks every summer since my birth. What amazes me is that even though I only see my grandparents and extended family two or three times a year, we are very close.
I have come to the conclusion that there must be something special and Southern going on here to allow such a bond to develop and I have an idea of what that might be: great stories, sayings, food, and care (always served together, at all times and by great people).
So, in the spirit of sharing great stories, sayings, food and care, I have decided to blog about the sweet morsels in my life, the things that make me smile.
And why is this blog called “the sugarlump”? Because one of my grandmothers used to call me “sugarlump” when I was little and I think it captures well the intention of this blog (to compile the sweetness in my life) and is extremely Southern.
Side note: When I told my grandmother I was thinking of starting a blog and calling it “the sugarlump,” she was quick to reassure me that “sugarlump” was a term of endearment. It had never occurred to me that she meant it otherwise, but I suppose she was just clarifying that she wasn’t calling me plump, which I was not even borderline close to as a child. In fact, my level of nutrition was questioned a time or two due to my extremely spindly physique. As evidence, I have provided a photo of my knobby knees (pictured right, sporting my tap recital ensemble):
Some other things about me:
1. I do not enjoy tap dancing.
2. I’m a residential interior designer. Helping people create a home is very important to me. I decided to make a career of it and started my own business quite young. Here I am on my first day:
3. I consider myself a private person and am mildly allergic to all of the oversharing of mundane details of one’s life via social media. I also surprise myself sometimes. I suppose I have justified sharing my life in blog form by 1) giving it a specific purpose/flair and 2) only sharing things that are meaningful/noteworthy/extremely profound/absurd.
4. Oh, and did I mention that I don’t really care for writing? I would rather complete an entire SAT II prep book of Algebra problems than write a five paragraph essay. So I’m going to keep this informal and more conversational; however, I will try to use correct grammar for the sake of coherence.
5. I don’t like odd numbers, except when arranging accessories or making points. And this one makes five. Ha!
I hope these posts make you laugh and rejoice.
Y’all come back now, ya hear?