While he was in the kitchen, I opened the photo album that set on the coffee table. I couldn’t get enough of photo albums. They told stories. The way a person looked at another, or didn’t look. The way they stood together or apart. The gleam in an eye, or the glitter in them. The set of a mouth, or the loose smile of one. Pictures told the true stories; all the moods and manners of people caught before they could hide it. And even if they tried to hide it, the truth was apparent in the moment the camera snapped its shutter closed. Sometimes ghosts were in the photos. They showed up as shiny orbs, or as misty shapes. I liked to study those, too. —Virginia kate, VK DRAFT book2
My luncheon with the Red Hat Society Ladies went well. I find it hard to talk about myself, though. I think that’s the hardest part for me to be an author, talking about myself. I tended to deflect and asked people things about themselves, and since all of the RHS ladies are also writers, that was easy enough to do. But it was a lovely lunch at the Herren House (a Bed & Breakfast) in Waynesville. Good food and wonderful company. I actually have a red cowboy hat that I bought while traveling with my brother Johnny and his (then) wife to the SC coast – we thought it was funny, that funny red cowboy hat. I never knew about the RHS back then. But I didn’t wear it yesterday because I forgot about it; however, the Ladies had their hats, or red bows on their head, or read hairbands . . . teeheehee -They looked so jaunty and bright.
Y’all have a great weekend! Any plans? What will you be doing? Let me live vicariously through you – ha!
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