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#PaintingSetFree Post by our Instagram friend anithought from her recent visit to the de Young. — #turner #paintingsetfree #fridaynightsatthedeyoung @deyoungmuseum by anithought http://bit.ly/1IiUuQj
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses on its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
Natalie Babbitt, “Tuck Everlasting” (via immeganmaria)
My upbringing was, like a lot of Southerners, a mixed bag of white privilege and white trash…There was one, more elegant part of my family whose arms I rushed into, and one I had to be dragged to visit and reminded to hug. They, of course, were colored lights people. Okay, so they weren’t exactly wrapping colored lights around their mailboxes with twenty feet of extension cord and leaving them up all year*, but when you’re a teenager, you’ll find just about anything to be embarrassed about. In my teens and early twenties, I tried to play up the fancy parts of my blood and play down the muddy ones, but come a few years ago, I realized it was a pointless pursuit, and it was making me come off like a phony baloney - or, for the sake of this argument, a typical white light-lovin’, hoity toity bitch.
The Love List’s Jess Graves put together a great essay that articulated far more eloquently than I ever could, why sometimes our preference for white Christmas lights is about something so much bigger than the color of the lights on the Christmas tree.
And I realize that some people will read this and think that Jess is making something out of nothing, especially an insignificant thing like Christmas lights, but I totally got it when I read this.
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