Long Beach, Mississippi, right on the Pass Christian line. Let's move to the beach while we decide where to lay our roots. But let's take our time finding the right home. A move back to the Mississippi Gulf Coast. We named every last one of them, before he was even born. Here, we gathered a motley crew of stuffed animal friends to go with the zoo-themed room of Pants. Pants was born and we could load up the stroller, grab some lunch at Whole Foods, and picnic right outside of the giraffe paddock. It was here that the huge 6'圆' painting from my college roommate seemed most at home, with its own alcove and perfect lighting to highlight her artistic brilliance.īut Magazine Street wasn't suited for a pregnant belly late at night, let alone a baby on the way, so our final Cajun destination was Uptown, right next to Audubon Zoo and Audubon Park. We lived in the rear, behind a high-end shoe store called Magni Feet! What torture to walk passed those slingbacks and purses every day, mocking our student-loan-dependent status.
Right at the edge of the Garden District in Uptown New Orleans. We downsized from our ten room cottage in Mobile to this two room palace, but we had all that we needed: good books, good coffee mugs, good pillows, and good shoes to wander the streets for hours on end or jog down St. When Maguire was accepted to law school in New Orleans, Louisiana, our next home was a sliver of an apartment in the French Quarter with our own private courtyard. The same china Brad Pitt and Gwyneth Paltrow used in Seven. The most delicate coffee cups, but sort of funky, too. The cupboards were filled with my grandmother's china. A perfect atmosphere for a cup of coffee and a slow good morning.
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In the morning, the sun would filter in through the windows at the front of the house and throw the most fascinating shadows across the walls. The front of the house was covered in ivy, which crept into the house through the window sills. Later, we moved into an old cottage in front of a plantation in downtown Mobile, Alabama. It was here that I completed my Chulucanas pottery collection and received my third handmade quilt from my great-aunt. One night, one of the horses birthed a colt. Our first apartment was a converted barn loft in Point Clear, Alabama, over horse stables, on a polo field.
We've lived in some really fun and interesting places since graduating from college. As though "oh, it was just a rental" means that it wasn't a home.
For some reason, they seem to sort of turn off when I tell them that. I don't always tell people that the home we lost in Hurricane Katrina was an apartment we were renting. Everything just fit here, even if it was only temporary. The living room was coming together and I was so excited that I would sometimes just lie on the couch at night after Pants was in bed, turn off all the lights except for a warm lamp or two, and look around at our home. After waiting over a year to bring in the ceramic giraffes inherited from my great-aunt (which I had admired since I was little), we had finally displayed them on the wall with the rest of his mish-mash of funky stuff and it couldn't have looked cooler. Pants's room was done and it looked suitable for a Pottery Barn Kids catalog shoot, only for a really cool kid with some fantastically groovy stuff. In the meantime, let's have some fun in the sun! The home where we hoped to stay for years this time. Although we didn't plan to stay in this new beach apartment for long, it was going to be just the change of pace we needed while we looked for our new home. We had been moved in for a month already, but I had been taking my time unpacking all of the decorations because I wanted everything to be just right. Two years ago this month, I was still unpacking boxes.
It was like the exhilaration of jumping into a wave, then realizing too late that it's too high and too deep. Laurie Berkner's song "Victor Vito" came on and I felt three seconds of pure happiness, and then I could not breathe.
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