We were talking about art and style and whatnot and she asked me where I got my style from.
I got it from my Mama for sure.
I grew up in a small, small, conservative town outside of Beaumont.
As we all know from the folk art scene, there is often a lot of fabulous stuff happening in these small towns.
Colorful people are everywhere, you can't hold us down!
There used to be a store in Beaumont called The Front Porch. It is actually still there, but it's long been owned by different people. It's not in the same location, and it's definitely not the same kinda store.
It used to be in a beautiful old converted house in old town. The wooden floors were all bumpy and uneven which my mama and I loved.
The bathroom had some kind of lovely tapestry covering the bathtub.
They carried all this stuff that was pretty radical for that time in that town.
Lots of 70's "new woman" kind of stuff.
They had James Avery jewelry that no one else carried, shadow boxes with tons of miniatures to put in them, some rather hippieish plaques and posters...oh, it was just fabulous.
We would go there all the time to wander around and buy things.
I grew up with goodies from The Front Porch all over our house.
Mama had a purse from there that said, "If you're being run out of town, get in front of the mob and make it look like a parade."
She also had a sign (on the inside) that said, "Yes, I'm home, but I'm not answering the door."
Most people were fascinated by her, some just puzzled, a few ran in the other direction (good riddance, my dears!).
There was a group of like-minded women that all found each other and, my god, were they fun.
They formed a club called "The Sorry Dog Club" and they would get together and hoop and holler.
They all made up crazy-ass names to go by: Muriel Everett (Mama), Elmarine Bass (Mary), Beadrice Maximillion (Lynn), Agnes Grill (Jo Ellen), Juanita Sue Unruth (Margie) and Hortense (Lynell. We cannot remember Hortense's last name). Isn't that just the best?!
Some of them are gone now and I sure do miss them.
Some of them are still with us and still hooping and hollering, thank goddess!
When I get my chickens, I'm going to name all of them after these women. My mama is my best friend and hardly a day goes by that I don't talk to her.
She lives too far away for my taste, but we try to see her every other month or so.
Check out some of her Wabi-Sabi yard goodness:
A dog-trot log cabin that sits on the front of their property. They have another house behind this that they live in, but this is what you see when you drive up. Her husband has a music room in there and that's where company stays when they come.
I think my mama would be happy just living in that cabin, but I suppose one needs to cook every now and then.
This here is "Elsie Joyce."
Mama saw her at a muffler station that was going out of business and almost had a wreck trying to get over to see her.
Fortunately, they were able to rescue her and bring her home.
She now sits in a bed of johnny-jump-ups and sports Mardi Gras beads year-round.
Yes, it's a bus stop! My mama LOVES to ride the bus just like FinnigantheCurious and I. Every time my mama comes to visit, we hop on the bus and go somewhere. Finn and I ride it so much he even knows when to pull the cord without being reminded.
I'm proud of that.
So when her husband's brother mentioned this bus stop, she had a fit until he brought it to them.
Isn't that hilarious?
It has a lawn mower in it in this picture, but normally it's just there so my mama can sit on the bench and daydream about riding the bus.
There's no bus for miles in any direction out there in the piney woods, trust me.
You think there's fun to be had in the big city? Girl, girl, girl, you don't even know. My mama loves to mow the lawn with her riding mower. I find that hilarious. We all have our thing, I guess.