Camp Junebug

Back to Big South Fork, with Mom, Dad, Sister Meg and The Burns. Camped next to a raft-load of Jesusy teens, singing Jesusy type songs. Hymns, I guess you'd call them. They had no qualms about singing them at top volume waaaay past the Official Quiet Time hours, so they can all just fuck right off.

ANYWAY! The Burns settles in to his tent:





Dad and Mom and Junebug (one day Junebug will be MINE and she will be COVERED with STICKERS!):



Fancy dinner (NY Strip, sauteed sweet potatoes, spinach with lemon and garlic):



The Burns sleeps:



The Burs settles in for a hike with Sister Meg:



And then she threw the dog in the river:

Honky-Tonkin'

A late night in Music City.



The legendary Robert's Western Wear



Face lifts for everybody!



Sister Meg and WC Fields, out on the town.

Something New

Here's an idea I've had for a while and now I'm doing it. I am obsessed with the many different permutations of hair salon names. I can't give any away in advance but gee whiz, there are a TON and they're all fabulous.

I can't promise it'll be every single day or every two days or whatever, especially since I want the photos to be pretty which means I have to go do them myself but:

The Curl Up and DIaries.

Favorite Thing #5

Needlepointed by my mother before I was born.

Shiver

Here's something you don't like to see in the woods.