As ya'll may know, ahem, I am married to a southern man.
That's right ladies. A real southern man.
You wouldn't know it by his complete lack of southern drawl, but he was reared in good ‘ol Macon, Georgia.
Forgive me for saying “reared” but I just couldn't help myself. I said it with a southern accent in my head, and it just had to come out.
What brought Stuart all the way to Washington state is a completely different story, but I am thankful that God used amazing means to cross our paths. Four years later, we are still looking back at that time and smiling at how awesome God's providence is in our lives!
The problem with living in Washington, is that half of our family lives….sooo…..far…..away. After a long conversation with my sister-in-law yesterday morning, my heart was just achin' to visit them. And the South. And the beach.
Now, as much as I love the great Northwest, there is just something about the south. Maybe it's the spanish moss that dangles from hundred year old willow trees. Or maybe it's the thickness of the humidity that lingers everywhere you go. Maybe it's the old estate homes that just scream at me to come and live in them.
Or heck, maybe it's the chicken and biscuits.
But whatever it is – IT WORKS. It draws me in like a moth to a flame. Or a child to a bowl of candy. Or Stuart to a glass of scotch. It's truly irresistible.
Summer trip to Pawley's Island
After talking with my sister-in-law, I tried to plan out in my head how we could bust out of dodge for a trip to Stuart's ‘ol homeland. Ahem, does anyone have $1,000,000 dollars I can borrow so I can just fly back and forth, as I wish?
No?
Well, it was worth a shot.
I just feel this need in my bones to sip peach whiskey on my father-in-law's porch. Or lounge on the beach, at Pawley's Island. Or “grill out” (not to be confused with the western-term “barbecue”) at my sister-in-law's. I just want to be there with that sweet Georgia air blowing across my face. That air that is so hot and thick in the summer you think you are going to suffocate. Or drown. I want Georgia to meet her other family. I want to see the Freels.
I just want to eat a boiled peanut.
Is that too much to ask?
Attention, Southern Readers: Will someone please send me a boiled peanut? Actually, send me a BUNCH of boiled peanuts. Still lactating, so I still need the energy!
I suppose I could learn how to make them, but it's just not the same…
And if I can't eat boiled peanuts, Chick-Fil-A, or live in a two hundred year plantation home, I have the next best thing. A real, bonafide, genuine, Southern man.
I still tell him he'd be way cooler if he had a southern drawl.
Is that wrong?
Natasha Vaughn, Designer
I live in Tennessee and we don’t have boiled peanuts in abundance. I have seen them in roadside stands traveling back and forth to Alabama. Sorry I can’t help you there.
Your hubby definitely needs that southern accent.
Natasha Vaughn, Designer
I live in Tennessee and we don’t have boiled peanuts in abundance. I have seen them in roadside stands traveling back and forth to Alabama. Sorry I can’t help you there.
Your hubby definitely needs that southern accent.
coreymae
My hubby too is from the south. I like to tell him that all of his odd habits are a product of being born in Mississippi π He also does not have the accent strangely enough. I am so grateful that the majority of his family lives up here now but I still would love to see where he grew up, visit grandparents and see the east coast!! The farthest east that I have ever been is now Chicago. Sooo any of you who have that million bucks to throw around…could ya share some with me too because Shaye just made me want to go even WORSE! π
coreymae
My hubby too is from the south. I like to tell him that all of his odd habits are a product of being born in Mississippi π He also does not have the accent strangely enough. I am so grateful that the majority of his family lives up here now but I still would love to see where he grew up, visit grandparents and see the east coast!! The farthest east that I have ever been is now Chicago. Sooo any of you who have that million bucks to throw around…could ya share some with me too because Shaye just made me want to go even WORSE! π
Lyda
Yeah, tell him to try to fake the accent! What a simple task! Tell him it’s necessary. π
Kendra at New Life On A Homestead
Well, if you ever make it out this way, let me know!! My southern husband talks about putting peanuts in an RC cola. Never tried it myself, but I guess it’s a popular thing here π
Kendra at New Life On A Homestead
Well, if you ever make it out this way, let me know!! My southern husband talks about putting peanuts in an RC cola. Never tried it myself, but I guess it’s a popular thing here π
Anonymous
Hey darlin’ I see you were in Pawleys!! I’m from a small town in South Carolina but went to school in Charleston….and I gotta agree with ya, the south is quite a lovely place to visit! I live in Mexico City now and every time I come back I gotta have my Chick-fil-A!! It’s the first thing I eat when I get off the plane. I have never been to the west and I’d love to go! There’s so much to see…and best of all – eat! I love southern cuisine, regardless if it looks like a heart-attack on a plate! What are some typical dishes in Washington??
Kelley :0)