A picture from the past…..pt. 3
I remember this day vividly. Emerald was dating this guy whom she had met at our first little gallery show in Hot Springs, Arkansas. I remember when she met him, Paul Vachier. She really liked him at the time and they did end up dating and it was semi-serious for awhile.
Anywhoooo. He mentioned wanting to take some photos of us along with doing shoots with other Hot Springs “characters” while he was in town(you see as a professional photographer he travels a lot, don’t ya’ know) and we jumped on the chance, who wouldn’t, right?
When he came to our house on the hill he set up professional lights (one of the reasons we look so youthful and dewy, lol) and we spent that time drinking whiskey while Emerald painted designs on our faces. We had laid out some exciting outfits to wear for the shoot and had cleared our 60’s Mod dining room out just for the occassion.
I would say that this photo really incapsulates that time in our lives, if one photo can do such a thing. It was a time when we soaked in as much glamour as we could inject into our daily lives. We were just coming off of the Hurricane experience and to escape processing our feelings we escaped into a fantasy of exclusive parties hobnobbing with the likes of one Madame Faberge(yes, of Faberge egg fame, yes, in Arkansas) of art galleries and fabulous artists (yes, in Arkansas) of glamourous nights spent at old historic hotels dancing with old men to Moon River and Unforgettable (yes, in Arkansas) and lots and lots of whiskey.
Was it decadent and over the top? Yes, it was. Was it indulgent and a little bit ridiculous? Yes. Were we glad to have something so wonderful to take our attention? Ever so, darling, ever so.
I am so glad that we have these pictures. These pictures, to me, will be those fun keepsakes that I pull out on my front porch swing one hot August afternoon, with my sweet little granddaughter, Ruby-Lou, tucked in next to me, a sweating-ly cold glass of mint tea sqeezed between her skinny little legs as we peruse these tangible reminders that I was young once, I was wild and silly and glamorous (like a proper southern Granny should have and would have been in her youth) and she will know me just a little bit better…
So what are some of your silly/exciting/wild/glamorous memories from your younger days, the things you would want your hypothetical or real grandchildren to know about you that might give them a little better understanding of who you were before they were ever even a sparkle in their own parents eyes? We would love to hear some of your own memories….