Hi! I saw your photos of the Shop Small post. Just wanted to say I like your photography! So I took a peek at your blog and to note, I've also been all over Europe!! How did you like it?
Hello! Thanks so much for looking/liking! That means a lot to me.
I absolutely adored Europe, I’d love to go back and spend more time in one place rather than vagabond all around (that was fun too, but I’d like to get to know an area better. I spent two weeks in Berlin and thought that was great, but I still barely scratched the surface of that city).
There’s really no nice way to say it. Ira’s 85 (by her best estimate) and has a host of health problems, including a severe lung condition, that have put her under hospice care in her home.
But Ira Ray has lived.
Ira’s raised seven children, two grandchildren and a chubby chihuahua mix named Prada. She’s been through two husbands and two mill jobs– the first job was to support the family amid her first husband’s drinking and at the second job Ira met her second husband. When that husband aged and fell ill, Ira nursed him herself.
Ira says she’s not used to people taking care of her, but in the time we’ve spent together, I’ve seen only a beautiful give and take. Ira may not be able to “get in the kitchen and cook some supper,” the way she wants to, but she’s got great stories and even better advice.
Such is the case with her quilt. Her final quilt.
Ira had sewn the individual squares as her health began deteriorating, but is now in such bad shape she can’t stitch it all together. When they heard about this, volunteers from Hospice of Chattanooga began coming to lend their hands and needles to the task.
Both parties call one another a blessing, both parties say they feel lucky to have met one another. Both parties tell me I’m not allowed to repeat the gossip I hear during their sewing sessions.
I am so honored they’ve trusted me to document the story.
A porn Tumblr just started following me and at first I was like “Oh, it’s probably a bot” and then I was like “Maybe someone’s simultaneously dedicated to pornography and the musings of struggling young creatives” and now I’m like “Yeah, a bot.”
As I near the end of my photo internship in Chattanooga, it seems only fitting to round up some of the best advice I have for folks off to find greener pastures (or just ones that pay rent) of their own.
It seems even more fitting that I do this with the help of two smart people because, contrary to what I tell my boyfriend, I don’t actually know everything.
Check out another installment of Julia, Caroline and me talking at you with How to Fly the Coop in its original, prettier form, or read the text below the break
I don’t know practically, but I know I just made it two weeks
Hi, I’m Maura and I’m addicted to the internet.
I also don’t know how else I expected this would happen. My Macbook was five years old and, as my mother puts it, “didn’t exactly lead a pampered life.” Heavy image processing, TV streaming, a few falls from a few heights and two trips around the world.
She survived a Cambodian hospital (the laptop, not my mother), European trains, college dorm life and lots of very bad poetry. Then one day after work I opened her scratched silver lid to play some music while I cooked dinner and her screen was black. Irrevocably so, it turns out.
We went to the mac store. She sat there for a few days until they had time to diagnose her (mama didn’t have the cash to speed them up). And when it turned out the cost to fix the problem was way more than a machine of her experience was worth, I started shopping (read agonizing over lots of choices and credit card debt) for a new Macbook. Then I decided on one. Then I changed my mind. Then I changed it back and placed the order, waited for that to arrive and waited longer for a case for my old computer’s hard drive to arrive so I could salvage some photo work (stupid me!) and all my software (save for that decrepit version of Microsoft Word an ex-boyfriend three times removed gave me. Apple is no longer putting up with Word 2001’s attitude, apparently).
So here I am on my suped-up Macbook Air because, employment Gods willing that someone gives me a more permanent office, I will grow into external monitors and desktops, but I’ll never grow out of a light, fast machine with battery life a trillion times longer than my attention span.
And here’s to five years of technologic bliss with this sleek new stunner. And more blogging because that was difficult to do on my iBook G4 loaner from work (if you ever want computer related nightmares, google that).
Hey! I wrote a thing with two other stunningly talented and qualified power ladies on one of our favorite past times: coffee shop camp outs.
If you’ve ever wanted to work on your homework/creative writing/boutique vegan mayo business from a public space with wifi and caffeine or you do that already, check out our tips. We’ll help you pack and camp with finesse.