i’m sitting on a comfy couch in wired monk, next to a fireplace & a four foot tall christmas tree. christmas jazz is playing over the speakers, i’m drinking a grande americano, my famished stomach has finished polishing off a low-fat apple oatmeal muffin. yesterday i was up at the crack of dawn to be at the nashville airport. after saying goodbye to sarah, i boarded my plane to salt lake city. from salt lake city, i flew to seattle. from seattle, i traveled to vancouver. all in all, it was a twelve-hour day of airports. exhausting! i was falling asleep on top of my laptop at tim hortons in the vancouver airport waiting for my parents to pick me up.

the funniest thing happened yesterday, as my second of three flights landed on the seattle tarmac. i have a pair of riding boots that i absolutely love; i bought them from somewhere lame like J.C. Penney two years ago on a 50% off sale. they are scuffed up, a light tan on the toes instead of the original rich brown. the zipper has broke twice before & my repair costs for the right boot almost surpasses the cost for the pair. they are my favourite boots: i will not give them up. well, while putting these babies back on to leave the plane, the zipper broke. completely. so now i have a left boot that zips all the way up & a right boot that’s flopping around completely unzipped.

slightly embarrassing. i grabbed my bags and walked off the plane, the leather of my right boot flying out to the side. i sat down at the first seat i found and searched in my bag for something, anything, even a big hair elastic i could secure it with. found three mini safety pins. managed to prick myself three times, proclaim “crap!” three times, before fascinating it enough to walk. i needed tape. some kind of tape. i asked four different airport people for tape, even at a coffeebar. “tape? what kinda weird canadian drink is that?!” they were probably thinking. finally, somebody handed me masking tape. brilliant. i then had to take two different trains and walk fifteen minutes to get to my next gate to board to vancouver… with these tapped together boots. so cool it hurts.

p.s. all the photos throughout this blog post were from the town of franklin, tn. sarah & i spent the day there tuesday. we spent the afternoon working on our laptops in the merchantile, drinking earl grey tea & going back to the unlimited salad bar a second time. we walked down the decorated streets, shopping at haven, rock paper scissors, philanthropy. she & i also had a franklin-day two years ago when i was visiting sarah in december 2008. if you want to walk down memory lane with me, click here. — ohh nashville. i fall in love with that city more, each time i go.

I don’t know what it is about this song. The simple lyrics. The catchy rhythm. The “more power to ya, you single women!” message. The fact that I get to pretend I can actually dance (at least for a few minutes when I’m alone in the car.) It’s one of those reasons, I’m sure. Regardless of the logic, I am not ashamed to proclaim that every time “All The Single Ladies” by Beyonce comes on the radio, I turn it up. WAY up. And proceed to sway back and forth. That’s how I dance. I just sway back and forth and try to make cute faces while I’m doing it. A few months ago when I was in Nashville visiting Sarah, I recorded this little video at 2:30AM after our Ugly Sweater party. Sarah was lying in bed, obviously tired… it was 2:30 afterall. But me? I had energy to spareeee! This video has been up on my facebook profile since December, and I’ve received so many hilarious comments on it! Honestly, I thought nobody would even watch it, but it’s been pretty popular… so… if you wanna see where my fascination with this song started, press play. ;)

I have some more exciting things to share soon, like a “2008: Year in Review” post I have been working on for many, many hours as well as a gorgeous session I photographed today. That being said, I have these all images prepped and ready to go, so here you are, part two of pictures from my Nashville trip.