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  1. britt

    exciting. glad to hear there is a new issue out. i discovered that lovely magazine from reading your blog and i look forward to every new issue. visually stunning and a great little read. thanks.

  2. vicki

    Dear Natalie,

    The photograph of you picking cotton is beautiful. The image brought to mind a story you and your followers might enjoy.

    In January, my dear mother-in-law passed away after 82 years of life as a west Texas farm girl. By “farm girl” I mean she was born in a tiny house in Newcastle, Texas – one of many children who learned sewing, quilting, bread-making, gardening and pecan tree-grafting on an itty bitty piece of land that was eventually flooded to make a lake. She was also an artist and a poet. All of these skills came in handy when she raised her own kids and cared for her grandkids. She never ventured far away from her home in Graham, Texas. She wore pretty little printed house dresses and cardigan sweaters.

    Her funeral services were held in a tiny but beautiful Methodist church where the young preacher delivered a lovely message and led us in hymns while playing acoustic guitar. His wife was a couple weeks late in delivering their first baby so we were concerned the baby would be born while he tended to us but he was in no hurry to leave. He had a job to do.

    My mother-in-law was laid to rest with lots of others who have gone before in a pretty little west Texas cemetery. That little cemetery is meticulously well-tended. It is neat and tidy and an honorable place to rest. But even with all the tender care, that little patch of prairie is filled with what we call “stickers” in Texas.

    I wore a lovely AC long, fitted skirt to the services at the cemetery. The beautiful slate grey made such a pretty skirt and I embroidered Alabama eyelet in black, grey and brown across the bottom. After a fitting tribute for a well-loved lady, we walked around a while, visiting others and reminding the young ones who was who. And when I got to the car, my beautiful skirt was covered in stickers all across the bottom. There were stickers everywhere and while I was trying to figure out the best way to remove them, my two daughters knelt down beside me, in pretty dresses of their own, and gently removed the stickers from the hem of their mom’s skirt.

    I wouldn’t have this lovely memory had I not worn a pretty cotton skirt out in a field. Thanks for encouraging such wild abandon.

    warmest regards,
    vicki delong
    denton, texas