By POPULAR DEMAND, by which I mean one friend asking me nicely, I have added a page for my cocktail creations to the blog. You can find it just below the header image if you click Bufflo Imbibes.
My friend Mary Evelyn of What Do You Do Dear recently welcomed her second child and first daughter into the world, baby Frances Louise. Mary Evelyn is one of my favorite bloggers– her voice is thoughtful and grace-full, she has a great sense of humor, and her little family is just the cutest– so I was thrilled to contribute a guest post to give her some bonding time with sweet Franny Lou and welcome her to the wonderful world of mothers and daughters. Go check out my post, in which I reveal some Twin Girl Mom secrets, and be sure to read some other stuff on her site, too. I promise you’ll love her as much as I do!
If you’re visiting erniebufflo.com today, you might notice that things look a bit different! I think this is maybe only the third time I’ve ever changed up the look of my blog, and it’s always a little scary! I hope you like it. You may also notice over to the right, above my face, are easy links to my social media profiles. I even finally caved and created a Facebook page for this site, so if you’d like to follow there, you can give me a “like.”
I remain so grateful for this blog, which has brought so much community into my life. Thank you so much for reading, for commenting, for connecting.
Greetings from the den of our new house! We’ve been here going on 3 weeks, and I am proud to say we are mostly unpacked. The lingering boxes are almost entirely books and things that go in the linen and hall closets, and we have grand plans to get some nice built in shelving up to hold all of that stuff. There’s still nothing hanging on the walls, either, but I’m pretty happy with our progress. Being surrounded by boxes really stresses me out, so I kind of go crazy to unpack as quickly as possible. I was lucky to have a weekend without the babies, so I got a lot done in that time.
Of course, the babies weren’t here because our AC broke when we moved in, despite having passed an inspection only a few weeks before. Three different people told us we needed a new unit, and worse still, we were told it would be weeks until they could install it. Going AC-free in the humid Arkansas summer, with two tiny tots, is not a good time. So the girls were sent off to Nonni and Poppi’s, which was nice and cool. The good news is, we finally had an AC guy come and look at it, who assured me that while most people want to sell new units, “most folks just need a $5 part.” He had it working in under an hour for $90, and gentle readers, I very nearly kissed him on the mouth. He was a humble fellow, though, so I refrained, because I didn’t want to give him a heart attack. He said it may run for years to come. (If you’re local and in need of an HVAC repair guy, let me know– I’d be happy to pass on the info of such an honest guy!)
Another update is that Baby Claire has still not had her shunt surgery. It got rescheduled thanks to a bronchial infection that made having surgery soon after too risky, and we are expecting to get it on the books soon. I will let you know!
I also realized that something big happened to me lately, and you may have noticed on Instagram, but I never wrote about it….
After over 3 years of dreaming, I CUT OFF ALL OF MY HAIR.
Now, this actually happened back in December. After a few months with a bob, I decided to go all the way to pixie town. And ever since then, each appointment, I’ve gone a little shorter. Six months later, the verdict is: I love it. It feels very “me,” as if my hair somehow matches my sensibilities. Which, considering I have been described as “impish” by others, a hairdo most suited to some sort of sprite just seems to make sense.
Since there may be some of you out there waffling on a drastic external change, can I please be the one to say: GO FOR IT.
My thinking on taking a step I had been waffling on for years was partially influenced by my recent brush with death. I mean, once you’ve faced down mortality, something as insignificant as hair just seems like a blip, not even worth agonizing over. The worst that could happen wasn’t anything scary, it was just the possibility I might not like my hair for a while until it grew out.
Of course, instead of hating it, I loved it. I strangely feel more feminine with short hair, perhaps because my face can stand out that much more without hair detracting from it. Now I’m very proudly #teampixie, and I have gathered a whole pin board of continued inspiration.
If you’re thinking of going short, I think now is a great time. I called it when I first saw the trailer, but I think Carey Mulligan’s Gatsby bob is going to have lots of girls wanting to go short. A picture of her is already my most-repinned pin. And then you can declare the Lumineers’ “Flapper Girl” to be your summertime jam as you enjoy the feeling of cool breezes on your neck in the sweltering summertime heat:
Cut off all of your hair
Did you flinch, did you care
Did he look, did he stop and stare
At your brand new hair
Because my reading list is massive…
And because I’m apparently an old fogey at the ripe old age of 26… I now have these:
Luckily my reading buddy looks like this:
It seems a million new disasters have happened since an earthquake devastated one of the world’s poorest countries about a year ago– Japan’s earthquake looms large in our recent memories, and the destruction wrought by tornadoes and floods ravaging my Southern neighbors is always on my mind. But over 220,000 people were killed in Haiti’s disaster, and, lacking any real government to take the lead in picking up the pieces, recovery has been slow. Cholera continues to devastate the people there. And my big-hearted husband and some of our friends are trying to do something about it.
Next month, Jon will be joining a team to go to Haiti and help. He’ll be working with established clinics to treat cholera and other diseases, and a nurse is also a part of the team. I’m excited for him to have this opportunity, and honestly a little worried about what he’ll encounter there. If there’s anything I covet more than your donations, it’s prayers for their work and their safety.
In addition to prayers, this trip needs FUNDS. The team has organized a fundraising event next Friday, May 20th, at the Clinton Center here in Little Rock. The event kicks off at 7:00 with classical performances from members of the Arkansas Symphony Orchestra. These performances will be followed by a desserts reception, and then the music takes a slightly different turn at 9:00, with performances by local artists Bonnie Montgomery and Chris Denny. Tickets are $40 for the entire event, or you can come for Bonnie and Chris’s performances at 9 and make a donation at the door. Call Thomas Hudson at 501-412-7144 for tickets.
If you can’t make the event and would like to donate and support the Haiti trip, you can contact me: firstname.lastname@example.org, or you can give online via our church, Eikon, which is sponsoring the trip and processing donations in order for them to be tax deductible. (Just go to the Giving section to donate via PayPal.)
I’ll wrap up with some of Jon’s words about his expectations of the trip:
I expect to be challenged, to look in the face of a suffering people who are crying out to God “why us!” I hope to be Jesus to them, to love the poor, the suffering, to cry with them, to hurt with them and to rejoice with them. I humbly ask you to be a part of this.
I was supposed to have this post up hours ago. But, two days ago, I somehow dropped my mug of coffee onto my 4 year old MacBook. It just fell right out of my hands and landed right on the keyboard, coffee seeping everywhere. Jon immediately suspected that I’d done it on purpose, as I’ve been talking about wanting a new laptop for weeks, as the old lapple was getting slower and less reliable, and in one spot was held together by duct tape. Of course, had I tried to sabotage the laptop, I probably wouldn’t have dumped hot coffee on it, and myself, while sitting on our ivory sofa. Thank God for ScotchGuard. Though it had already survived Jon spilling a mojito on it last year, the coffee proved to be too much for the lapple. It turns on and still works, but the keyboard doesn’t. Because I have a million and one things to do for school, freelancing, and am teaching at church on Sunday, we needed a new computer ASAP. Jon’s desktop happened to have died a few weeks ago. So, we went out and bought a 13 inch MacBook Pro at Best Buy.
We are so incredibly privileged. So crazy freaking incredibly privileged.
I can go out and get a new, fancy schmancy laptop, and yet 4,000 kids die every day because they lack access to clean, safe drinking water. That’s just unacceptable. And a major barrier to clean drinking water for people all over the world isn’t a lack of wells, it’s simply broken pumps. And there’s a group of people doing something about it. They’re called The Adventure Project, and they’re raising money to train hand pump well mechanics and to repair broken pumps, to give people life-saving access to safe drinking water. My friend Alex asked me to join the cause and share it with the folks who read this humble blog. It would be amazing if 10 readers could donate $20 to help TAP reach their goal of raising $10,000 in one day, an amount that could provide 300 people with water every month. I’ll be chipping in my $20. Please consider doing the same. Click here to donate.
Have you heard of the Southern Girl Academy? If not, well, bless your heart. A couple of my fabulous friends, Kerri and Savannah, created the SGA to share the sass, style, and charms of what it means to be a Southern girl with natives and non-natives alike. Each week, SGA features a new post from a fun new board member about some area crucial to “what it means to be F’ing Southern: Foundations, Fixing Up, Fine Arts, Festivities, Fellowship Halls and Foreign Integration.” They’ve featured posts about food, fashion, football, the fine art of swearing, and more. I’m proud to be a board member, and this week, you can find my post on Southern literature, which is chock full of freaks, prophets, and ghosts, and is deeply rooted in the South as not just a place, but practically a character.
For folks who have landed here via the SGA post: welcome! You might be interested in a post I wrote recently about Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye, and the idea of beauty vs. ugliness.