Friday, August 29, 2014

Post Katrina Musings- I never plan on doing these.

   

This isn't a Katrina story per se, but it does represent a time of uncertainty in my life in the months immediately after the storm. I didn't intend to post a Katrina memorial; I wrote this piece as a writing exercise for class based on Kathleen Hill's work Forgiveness. (We had to start with "It happened.") I thought it would be quasi appropriate to share. Love it or hate it, let me know what you think in the comments below.

Blind Dates in the Desert
       It happened inside the Starbucks on Scottsdale Road. I sat down with last month’s National Geographic and a coffee that cost as much as my used Honda. I was new to town, a New Orleans gal that felt about as comfortable in the desert as an alligator. My husband and I moved to the Phoenix suburb a few weeks after we evacuated for Hurricane Katrina.
     We decided to start somewhere new instead of taking a chance on my water logged hometown. Prior to the move, we had only spent time in Flagstaff, Arizona, Scottsdale’s patchouli laden, hiking boot wearing Northern cousin. Snottsdale, as the locals called it, wore stiletto heels and Chanel No. 5. Her boyfriend drove a Hummer and wore sunglasses at night.
     As I sipped on my caramel mocha latte, the couple sitting across from us piqued my curiosity. They were clearly on a blind date, and judging by the reverse magnetism of their body language, sparks weren’t flying.
     “So,” he asked her, readjusting his glasses to the bridge of his nose. “Do you have a carport or a garage?”
     “I have a garage.” she said, uncrossing her arms just long enough to push her long blonde mane out of her face.
     “Oh, that’s really nice.” he replied, even more unsure of himself than before. They sat in awkward silence, anxiously waiting for a connection. Something. Anything.
     “You?” She asked.
     “I have a carport.”
     “Oh, I used to have a carport, but now I have a garage. I like them both!” she feigned a modicum of excitement, the conversational equivalent of shoving your feet into a pair of shoes that are two sizes too small.
     I leaned over to my husband, who was wrapped up in Nietzsche. “This is so painfully awkward. Are you listening to this?”
     “Trying to.” he admitted.
     “They must be on a blind date.”
     “They’re so boring.”
     “So what does that make us?”
     “Judgmental and petty, because we have nothing better to do.”
     “Well, yeah, that’s true.” I said, looking out the window at the dusty red mountains that loomed in the distance.
     “I can guarantee that neither of them are getting laid tonight, at least not by each other.”
     “Yea, that’s for sure.”
     “What’s wrong with us, judging people like that?
     “Eh, it’s entertaining.” he said, and we both went back to reading.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Worth The Drive: Jean Lafitte National Park





Friday, August 1, 2014

Valence Street Cemetery



I drive by this cemetery on Valence Street fairly often. The smaller neighborhood graveyards are overshadowed by their grander, more famous St. Louis Cemetery, Greenwood Cemetery, etc... which is fine with me; I'll take solitude over throngs of tourists any day. 


Friday, July 25, 2014

Breaking news: I don't care about fashion blogging anymore

I started Slow Southern Style in 2009 as a fashion blog that promoted southern fashion. Since then, it's evolved, or maybe devolved, into something more personal. My focus here has shifted,  but I still heart fashion, even if I don't talk about it on the internet as much as I used to. I also haven't been buying clothes as much as I did when I worked in retail. What used to be a $200 a month habit, (a paltry amount for some, an exorbitant sum for others) it now takes me months to spend that much on clothes. Truth is, in order to blog about fashion you have to constantly rotate your wardrobe and quite frankly, I just don't care about the newest, shiniest things. I've never been super trendy, but I've quit caring about fads even more and I'm okay with that. I feel like I'm dressing like myself, for myself and that makes me content. 

That said, I started a Slow Southern Style Instagram account to get back to my roots a little bit, but this site will remain just whatever the hell I want it to be. Here are a few iPhone photos I took this past summer. If you're interested in better quality photos, and I know that you are, follow my Tumblr: christylorio.tumblr.com


Can't stop won't stop with the ostentatious snake jewelry.

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