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  • July30th

    Last night as the storms were rolling in over North Mount Pleasant, I sat down to watch the movie Mona Lisa Smile. You know, the one where Julia Roberts is a College Art History Professor (Katherine Ann Watson) from California and takes a job at the ultra conservative Wellesley College in Massachusetts. There she rattles the norm and shakes the currents as she encourages her students to think outside the box .. question things around them .. live to be their own person.

    I started thinking back to my own Katherine Ann Watson from my own college days. Many of you probably had one as well. That one college professor that came along and kind of changed everything.

    My Katherine Watson is Ms. Robin Street, professor of Journalism at my alma mater, the University of Mississippi, and this week’s Mah-velous Magnolia.

    I still remember the first time I popped into her office. I was about to change majors for the 5th time (year #2 in college, mind you) to Journalism with an emphasis in Public Relations. Ms. Street had been assigned my advisor. Who knew I was about to start the adventure which I would soon learn to call  my life.

    I instantly knew Ms. Street wasn’t one of those teachers who would be too busy to stop what she was doing to talk to me. (a trait which I’m sure wore her patience with me a time or two along the line!) She was real, she was honest, she was caring, she was passionate and she was exactly what I needed to help me figure out my scholastic career path. There was an admirable quality in her I sensed from our first meeting that afternoon in late spring and as I walked away from Farley Hall I knew I’d met someone truly great who would have a lasting impact on my life.

    My first Journalism class was one of her’s, Intro to Public Relations. And in the next class of her’s, I met one of my closest college friends ever. Somehow she managed to put up with our behavior for two more classes after that. Even though she could never really say it, I have a feeling that Bethany and I were her favorite students of all time … but that could never be confirmed of course. (At least there’s a good chance we were two of the most memorable!)

    I remember running into her office when my first article was published in the school newspaper, when I had a break between classes, when I was on the verge of a complete and utter break down and didn’t know where else to go, when somehow I ended up in the craziest English class offered in the course book and almost dropped out but she urged me to stay in and have an open mind – which by the way is the class I was introduced to now one of my favorite authors – Oscar Wilde (how did she always just seem to know??), when I was having boy issues but couldn’t exactly talk about them because that boy just happened to be in her class with me, when I finally started realizing just how much I loved writing, when I was setting up my schedule for my final semester of my college career, and when I handed her the invitation to my graduation party…..I remember it all like it was yesterday.

    She was there for all of it and more. An incredibly talented writer and public relations expert, MS. Street was one of those teachers who spoke from experience. I greatly admired her professional accomplishments and respected her as a person and not just my college professor. (Which I still very much do today!) She encouraged me to find my own path and supported whatever ideas I would spout out. She had her own special way of letting you know if you were slipping or your work could be better. A master of reverse psychology (I’m convinced), because I always worked harder when the constructive criticism came from Ms. Street.

    I don’t think I could ever thank Ms. Street enough for her guidance and inspiration. I’m not sure I would’ve made it through to graduation day if it hadn’t of been for her! (and I’m not the only one – Bethany I know you’re nodding your head too) I can however say this:

    Thank you, Ms. Street, for being that one college professor for me…for being my Katherine Watson. I, along with every one of your students past and present, am forever grateful.

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    So now I ask you, dear readers, who was your Katherine Watson?

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    The Mah-velous Magnolia badge will be awarded each Friday to a selected lady {or a few..or fellas..we’ll see!} who has had an impact on my week.  Who knows — maybe you’ll be up next!

    *photo credits: Farley Hall, Ms. Street

  • July29th

    Few girls can resist the coveted teal blue box box and white satin ribbon.

    Maybe that’s one reason I gravitated to this month’s Book of the Month sitting there on the shelf at Target, or maybe it was the vintage photograph in the background. Whatever led me to reach out for Summer at Tiffany knew I was looking for the perfect balance of light-hearted laughter, girlish Summer fun, unforgettable history, and a series of life altering events.

    In Summer at Tiffany - A Memoir by Marjorie Hart, the reader is taken back to the summer of 1945 and follows the journey of two college girls from Iowa in their first summer in New York City.  With the approval and contributions of key players from that summer, Marjorie tells the story of her and her best friend, Marty, as they board the train from Iowa for a summer neither of them will ever forget.

    “I’d never even worn earrings in my whole life.” – Marjorie

    As the first female pages to ever work at the exclusive Tiffany & Co., Marjorie and Marty spend their summer at the greatest jewelry store to ever grace this fine Earth.

    Midshipmen and Judy Garland, bourbon sniffing and a vodka daiquiri with a twist, Old Man Tiffany and Mr. Byoir, the Empire State Building and the End of WWII, a first love and a near heart attack, the Four Hundred and the Russian Tea Room, the Cafe Society and the nurse.

    “The choices were staggering when you worked at Fifth Avenue and Fifty-seventh Street, the luxury corner of the world.” – Summer at Tiffany

    In a truly entertaining and heart warming story, take a step back in time and see through the eyes of a young girl during one of the most pivotal summers in American History. Even after the summer tale is over, read through to the end of the book to catch up with Marjorie, Marty, Jim and the gang to see what’s happened in their lives since that summer nearly 60 years ago.

    I laughed and I nearly cried, I got chill bumps and I gasped a time a two but more so I smiled as the tag line of the book never left my mind …

    Do you remember the best summer of your life?


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    {Pick up :: Summer at Tiffany – A Memoir by Marjorie Hart:: here at The Sassy Steel Magnolia eStore}

    For the rest of the summer you can find me {Between the Sheets} *…. look at the new button over to the right….  as I’m a member of A Little Summer Reading List put together by Rachel over at Little Girl, Shiny World. The first book – The Mystic Arts of Erasing All Signs of Death by Charlie Huston – is … interesting … to say the least, but the author indeed has an incredible way of telling a story and creating imagery with his words. I’m definitely learning a lot (which I often do from reading other author’s works) and not just about different styles and techniques to add to my writer’s bag. I’m pushing through to try and stay caught up with the group, so I’ll let you know my over all review sometime soon.

    Thanks, Rachel for putting the group and list together & for all of you readers out there, cruise on over to her site to check out the full list of madame bloggers participating in the Summer Reading List – you can find us on the right!

    *photo credit: Tiffany & Co. , Harper Collins
  • July28th

    Driving to work this morning it was cloudy, drizzly rain that would turn into larger rain spouts and back to drizzled mist. Looking out my office window, the conditions haven’t much improved as I believe the sun might be taking a day off here in the Lowcountry. I would rather be back home in bed but, such is life.

    Out of no where this song makes its way into the corners of my mind. I say corners because I couldn’t think of the song itself, only a few lyrics here and there and not even a full lyric at that. I searched when I got to work and immediately found what I had been trying to hum in the car. A perfect rainy day song for all of you to enjoy. And for those of you who aren’t watching the rain fall outside your window, keep this one in mind for when it does.

    You Don’t Know Me  - Jann Arden version

    (if you have trouble viewing this video, please click here)

    Have a wonderful Wednesday, dolls.

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  • July26th

    Take the time to relax.
    Take the time to breathe.
    Take the time to work.
    Take the time to play.
    Take the time to work.
    Take the time to think.
    Take the time to dance.
    Take the time to plan.
    Take the time to prepare.
    Take the time for family.
    Take the time for yourself.

    So many things to remember. Time is split between them all. But how about this one:

    Take the time to get sidetracked.

    It happens for a reason. The email your friend just sent while you were working on a big work proposal. The charming road side store on your way out of town. The urge to suddenly stop what you’re doing and run to the coffee shop. The site link you happened to notice. The phone call just as you settle into bed for the night. The curiosity about the crowd across the way. It happens for a reason.

    Don’t fight it. Not everything need be planned to fit perfectly in time allotted. It’s not the enemy unless you insist it be. If you let it, it can actually be quite the opposite. Rather glorious.

    Take the time to get sidetracked.

    Do it now. Do it tomorrow. Do it at least 2 times a day. If you insist on putting some sort of constraint on it, allow yourself 13 minutes to get sidetracked up to 2 times a day if the urge strikes. (It’s ok – I think the other 1,414 minutes of your day won’t mind.)

    Don’t search for a reason to be sidetracked. Doesn’t work that way. Just make sure you don’t block it when it appears. Remember, it happens for a reason. And besides, that’s when the good stuff happens.

    That stuff called Serendipity.

    [ photo credit: etsy ]
  • July25th

    :: my guilty pleasure – a lazy Sunday spent in search of inspiration ::

    i’m liking what i’m finding so far.

    Happy sweet, Summer, lazy Sunday to you all.

    ~ besos,

    Jennie B

    photo credit: here