I just recently graduated from college, and as my grad present my mom, by my request, took me to my favorite jewelry store Anthill Antiques in Richmond, VA. The one thing I’ve wanted recently is to have my own locket, and so we spent the afternoon perusing the endless cases of glittery jewelry and shiny objects. In among the arrangement of lockets that we found was one particular piece that caught my attention. The front had a small sculptural element with the face of Old Man Winter, while the back had a beautiful (if indecipherable) engraving of someone’s initials. I instantly knew that this quirky and beautiful piece had to be mine.
Although I got this necklace a few months ago I’m writing about it now for a variety of reasons:
1. I am currently wearing it
2. I constantly get compliments on it
3. I finally put pictures inside the locket
4. It’s one of my favorite pieces of jewelry
5. I miss Kay Adams, lovely owner of Anthill and one of my creative partners in crime
6. I’ve been messing around with RAW photos and this was an experimental moment
yay jewelry and pictures combined!
Evie is completely obsessed with bubbles. Coincidentally, for my roommate Nina’s birthday I got her a battery-operated bubble machine. It’s shaped like a dog (named Mitts) and any time you pull the trigger his mouth opens and he blows an endless stream of bubbles. One afternoon at the end of first session my whole bunk came outside and entertained Evie for two hours with Mitts. She was completely entranced, and proceeded to run around screaming “YAY BUBBLES!” Every time the stream of bubbles would end she would then shout “MORE BUBBLES!”
ahhh, to be as easily entertained as Evie.
Once again I can hear the crunch of gravel down the long drive to camp as hundreds of parents all converge on the town of Long Lake. It’s parent’s weekend here, meaning that the size of camp triples with parents, siblings and dogs all coming to visit their campers. The food is utterly amazing and there’s far too much spare time. In short, it’s a good weekend. I really have nothing to do, as I have no classes to teach and all of my girls are out wandering about. Yesterday I was so exhausted that I went back to the bunk and slept for four solid hours, which was a welcome change from the (average) five hours of sleep that I generally get every night.
I am happy for this welcome change from the day-to-day schedule that we usually maintain, but at the same time it means that all of the girls in my bunk, whom I’ve come to love dearly, are leaving today. Tears have flowed freely around camp for the past two days as campers say goodbye to each other. I hate these few days sheerly for the fact that I can feel the buzz of sadness around me and it brings me down. I try to avoid the crying groups of campers just so that I don’t have to get upset myself. But without a doubt I will be sad to see all of my wonderful girls go.
Another part of parents weekend is the art show, where the whole FAB displays all of the work that we’ve been doing for the past three weeks. I’ve been worried about the show because I was afraid that I wouldn’t have enough quality products to display, but I was greatly surprised to find that when I gathered together all of my student’s work I had a large body of professional looking photographs. I’ve gotten compliments all weekend from varying staff, my boss, and the heads of the camp, so now I can stop worrying about whether or not I’m doing a good job, as I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished in these weeks.
Speaking of worry, I finally feel like myself again. I think it took a solid three weeks to settle back into the camp life, but I finally found my footing and inspiration again. I’m excited for second session, full of ideas and an actual schedule of activities that I can do. Sometimes I just have to trudge through the difficult moments to get to the good stuff, but I’m glad I’ve finally come out the other side. It feels good to laugh and be excited again.
Other than that, it’s still camp. I’m sitting on my bed in a quiet bunk with some of my girls lying about making friendship bracelets and watching movies. Most of them leave today, and then tomorrow a new convoy of buses arrives with a new load of interesting, bizarre and wonderful kids.
On it goes…
me, Nina and Caz on the 4th!
I promise I’ll actually write more later.