Amanda roused me out of hermit-dom Sunday, for which I am eternally grateful, for I got to nose up in the historic Annesdale-Snowden estate, which hasn’t exactly been open to the public very much in its prolific history. And what a history it has. The place is enormous, and features all the weird old leftover idiosyncrasies of Southern aristocracy we’ve grown to love and appreciate (dingy servants’ quarters, anyone?). It felt more than tacky rifling through a dead man’s things — down to his wheelchair and bathroom box of bandages to wrap around his cracking, diabetic skin — but everything, everything was for sale. I gawked it up for $5 like everyone else. Part of me expected to find something amazing and cheap to take home with me, but let’s face it: The stuff in that house outclasses my kind by thousands. $10,000 bookcases and the like. So I took a piece of history for posterity and will call it even.
I hope that house doesn’t just sit there and rot like so much else in this town. It’s got stories to tell. Let’s all listen.
Oak Pond Glass, a little shop out of DeSoto County, always has a booth at C-Y Fest. This year I was unable to contain my lust. I wish I could link you to their wares, but they don’t have a web presence that I can find.
I took the day off for Cooper-Young Festival so that I could help Planned Parenthood sign people up for e-mail alerts regarding state legislative action on reproductive rights. Lord almighty, I am terrible at working crowds. By some miracle, I signed up seven people. I got rejected by lots more than that. But still. I’m glad I did it. There are a lot of scary things coming down the pike soon, and Tennesseans who value their right to make their own reproductive choices should pay attention and speak up. Sign up for e-mail alerts here if that piques your interest.
After my volunteer shift, I got to meander around the festival and see River City Tanlines, who are so incredibly badass. (Have a listen here: 02 In My Mode Rollin’.) Then it was on to Toby and Ansley’s new house to warm it a bit. I finished the evening at Brandon and Amanda’s, sipping summer brew and getting soooo sleepy (I’d gotten up at 7:45 that morning WHICH IS AN UNREASONABLY CRUEL HOUR). Long day. Did and saw a ton of awesome shit. Got genuinely exhausted by the end of it. I love Midtown.