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THE FOLLIES OF A MEREDITH IN OKC


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5. YOUR MOTHER’S PERFUME

my mother is many things.

 

my mother is strong. my mother is beautiful. my mother is compassionate. my mother is intelligent. my mother is fun. my mother is stubborn. my mother is generous. my mother is passionate about making a difference. my mother is hilarious. my mother is modern.  my mother is caring.  my mother is supportive.  my mother has style. my mother is driven. my mother is amazing.

 

 

the one thing my mother does not have, is a signature perfume.  no, she mixes it up.  a lot.  which made me do a mental head slap when i came across this item on the list.  how can i capture an image of what her perfume smells like when she changes in the blink of an eye?

and then, the season changed from winter to spring.  it seemed like in just one day, these massive trees in my neighborhood exploded into delicate white flowers.  the stoic emotion of winter gave way to the renewed promise spring.  and it was never more obvious than when i stood in awe at the strength of these tree boughs encompassed in beauty.

that is my mother.

my mother never lets the challenges of life keep her down.  she scoffs at the thought of remaining stagnant, at being stifled by overwhelming circumstances.

instead, my mother thrives on the possibilities of what she can accomplish.

 

my mother is who i want to be when i grow up.

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3. BEING UNDERWATER

when i was but a young little meredith, one of the most magical places for me was my grand bob’s house.  once a week, i would get to spend the day with him and his housekeeper, nina, who was a beloved family friend.  both of them are two my favorite people in the whole wide world.  especially because they would let me run around the house, making blanket forts and costumes out of table cloths.  i have so many stories and cherished memories from that time…i could go on for hours.  but i have a point here, so i will try my best to get to it.

in my grandfather’s bathroom, he had this huge sunken bathtub.  for a kid of about 4 or 5, it was like a swimming pool.  it even had steps!  i would beg & plead to be allowed to take a bubble bath.  and, for i was very persistent even back then, nina would finally give in and load the tub full of warm water and bubbles.  it was heaven.  i would pretend that i was a princess or perhaps a My Little Pony.  i would make a giant beard of bubbles and a shampoo mohawk.  i would go completely underwater and see how long i could hold my breath, because by this time i was pretending to be a mermaid.  all too soon, the water would get cold & my fingers were beyond pruney.  nina would coax me out of the tub with a giant fluffy towel and promises of chocolate milk.  it worked every time.

 

as an adult, not much has changed.  i still live for a nice, warm bubble bath.  only i’ve traded in the pretend of being a princess or a my little pony for a good book and a glass of wine.  and yes, i still make a shampoo mohawk complete with a beard made of bubbles.  sadly, the bathtub at my condo is seriously lacking.  but trust me when i say that if i ever run into a windfall of money, that will be one of the first upgrades i make.  a big, white, claw foot tub.  deep enough that i can soak in water up to my chin.  or better yet, completely submerge and see how long i can hold my breath…because while i’ve given up being a princess or a my little pony, i will never stop pretending i’m a mermaid.

 

 

 

a huge thank you to my friend Allison… for posing for this session, for having the perfect bathroom, for helping make this beyond what i had envisioned, and for being absolutely stunning.  i originally intended to only share one or two images, but i fell in love with so many that i couldn’t bear to part with any of them.


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29. BEING INVISIBLE

sometimes it’s a good thing.  just to soak into your surroundings, blend in and become apart of them.  it’s a conscious choice.

other times, it’s a bad thing.  when you feel that you are fading away and not a single person acknowledges it.

and then there are the comic books, with invisibility being a super power.

with these images, i tried to capture the different feelings of being invisible: becoming apart of your surroundings, fading away, and just being rad.

a huge thank you to my roommate, Aaron…for always being game for an impromptu photo sesh.  you’re the best


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36. DRIVING WITH THE RADIO ON

there is something quite delightful about hopping in the car, blasting some sweet tunes, and driving aimlessly.  i’ve been doing that a lot lately.  just grabbing my camera and going on a little excursion…stopping whenever something catches my eye.

on the drive home, the sunset was amazing (as only an Oklahoma sunset can be).  i thought i’d share my aimless road trip sunset with you…

and here’s the playlist that i was listening to at a loud volume…

  1. blue jeans {lana del rey}
  2. hero knows {we have band}
  3. feel it all around {washed out}
  4. young americans {david bowie}
  5. john, i’m only dancing {david bowie}
  6. sledgehammer {peter gabriel}
  7. 1940 (AmpLive Remix) {The Submarines}
  8. nightcall {kavinsky & lovefoxxx}
  9. booty bounce {dev}
  10. ni**as in paris {kanye west & jay z}
  11. gotta have it {kanye west & jay z}
  12. divisive {we have band}
  13. reset {mutemath}
  14. born to die {lana del rey}


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1. NIGHT-TIME

everyone has a little routine they do before they go to sleep.  it might be something small, or something with multiple steps.

i tell Aa goodnight, then i look at Mr Bix and ask him “wanna go to bed?”  his response is to run up the stairs & jump onto my bed.  from there, it’s brush my teeth & wash my face.  finally, i climb into bed and read for at least 30 minutes while Bix curls up & enjoys his chew bone.

it’s that perfect, quiet little moment where all of the excitement, stress, and whatnot of the day just melt away.


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NO TIME FOR CAMERAS, WE’LL USE OUR EYES INSTEAD

i don’t know if i’ve mentioned this once before (ok, a million times), but i love me a challenge.

as i mentioned in last week’s post, Aa found this website with pretty rad ideas for creative writing.  and while i can string a few sentences together here & there, it’s mostly in the forms of long winded, random rambles.  hello blog.  however, photography is my artistic love.  so, why not try to do all of them in photo form?

so here’s the list of 58 ideas that i am going to somehow translate into photographs…

  1. night-time
  2. a particular color
  3. being underwater
  4. a person whose life you’re curious about
  5. your mother’s perfume
  6. falling asleep or waking up
  7. growing older
  8. the feeling of getting lost in a book
  9. how to know if you’re in love
  10. a bad dream
  11. a ghost
  12. your city, town, or neighborhood
  13. an important life choice you’ve made
  14. spring, summer, fall or winter
  15. something most people see as ugly, but which you see as beautiful
  16. jealousy
  17. becoming a parent
  18. an event that changed you
  19. a place you visited — how you imagined it beforehand, and what it was actually like
  20. the ocean
  21. forgetting
  22. the speed of light
  23. a voodoo doll
  24. reflections on a window
  25. a newspaper headline
  26. your greatest fear
  27. your grandmother’s hand
  28. a particular toy you had as a child
  29. being invisible
  30. a time you felt homesick
  31. having an affair, or discovering your partner is having one
  32. birthdays
  33. reflections on a window
  34. a favorite food & a specific memory of eating it
  35. an imaginary city
  36. driving with the radio on
  37. life in an aquarium
  38. dancing
  39. walking with your eyes closed
  40. time travel
  41. brothers or sisters
  42. your job, or a job you’ve had
  43. weddings
  44. leaving home
  45. camping
  46. a zoo
  47. a historical event from the perspective of someone who saw it first hand
  48. holding your breath
  49. intimacy and privacy
  50. a time you were tempted to do something you feel is wrong
  51. physical attraction to someone
  52. a superstition you have
  53. someone you admire
  54. the taste of: an egg, an orange, medicine, cinnamon
  55. the smell of: burning food, melting snow, the ocean, your grandparents’ home, the inside of a bus, pavement after the rain
  56. the sound of: a radio changing channels, a dog howling, a football or baseball game, your parents talking in another room
  57. the sight of: lit windows in a house when you’re standing outside at night, someone you love when he or she doesn’t know you’re watching, a dying plant, shadows on snow
  58. the feeling of: grass under bare feet, a really bad kiss, the head rush when you stand up too fast, sore muscles, falling asleep in the back seat of a moving car

some of these will be easy, some of these will be difficult…either way…challenge accepted!!!

and just because Mr. Bix is just so gosh darn cute…

just love that little face of his!


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PICTURESQUE PELICAN LAKE

lemme tell you about a little slice of heaven.

 

it’s near nisswa, mn on Pelican Lake.  it is a welcoming lake house that is just 7 giantish steps away from a crystal clear lake that is the perfect temperature. 

 

and i was lucky enough to have KK invite me on a road trip there.  i was oh so very lucky.

 

first, the adventure began with a road trip.  at 4am.  and you know how much i love 4am.  KK, Cohcoh, Gordy and i packed up the always faithful jeep (beep beep) and took off on i-35 for a 15 hr drive.  we laughed until we cried (hey KK, you know what that is?  it’s rain), listened to hours upon hours of Radiolab (which if you’ve never heard of Radiolab, you should check that out promptly.  it’s an amazing show on NPR that explores different topics with humor, science, and delightful story telling.  check out their website here.  you’ll thank me, i promise), and rocked out with the  too loud bass.  and, somehow, throughout all of this, Cohcoh slept.  he seriously was an awesome little traveller considering he’s 2 and it was a helluva drive. 

i love how kids can totally crash out in the most uncomfortable looking position

 

finally, after a looooooooooong drive complete with rain and construction work, we reached our destination.  we dutifully unpacked the car (me with my 2 bags…of course i over-packed.  all i really needed was my swimsuit, 3 dresses, a sweater, and my toothbrush.  but no, i packed half my freakin closet.  next time, i will be much smarter) and dumped them on the floor.  i looked around the actual house for 2 seconds and then walked out to the back porch.  this is what i saw…

are you freakin kidding me?!? i get to stay here for a week?!?! sorry, oklahoma, i may never come home

 the daily schedule was this:  wake up, drink coffee on the deck, go into nisswa for supplies (a cute little town which sadly i didn’t take any pics of), swim, drink beers, play cards, swim, make dinner (ok, so i didn’t do much of this, but i did help chop veggies and wash dishes), eat dinner, swim, drink manhattans, play apples to apples, go to sleep.  repeat.

  

it was incredible.  the weather was perfection.

  

i met some fun people.  i got a nice tan.  and i had a blast chillin with KK, Gordy, and CohCoh. 

 

oh, and i took some neat-o pics.  here are a few of my favorites (ok, so a lot of my favorites). 

 and 3 of my favorites of Cohcoh playing in the water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the lake house itself was simply perfect. it was made from warm, golden pine with a phenomenal view of the lake from every room.  it was warm and inviting and had just the right dash of charming kitsch to it (a random boar head mounted to the wall, an entire wall of “lake hats”, a bookshelf over flowing with board games and coloring books.  everything a lake house should have).  but most importantly, it had this really rad feel about it.  there was so much family history and you could just feel the years upon years of happy memories.  KK simply radiated happiness as she took us on the grand tour, sharing with us stories from her childhood.  i loved every second of it.

i named him ivan.

 oh!  and the kitchen!  it was just perfect.  KK was thoughtful and brought everyone their own apron (even one for me!  the girl who can’t cook!)

 man.  i wish i was there right now.  right this very second. 

 

but there’s always next year…hopefully i’ll get an invite back.

 

on the plus side, though, i get to cuddle with my Mr Bix.  i missed him so very very much.  and, bonus, his ear is healing nicely.

look at that handsome face!