I'll admit, I've always been lucky. When I moved to Paris, TN I really didn't expect to find such an inspiring friend. Kelly is the chameleon of style, with a different category for each day of the week. We take turns pushing each other beyond our "fashion comforts" and often its on to the uneven ground at the cusp of fashion or the edge of a stylish fail. We both seem to find this exhilarating. Between the afternoon rain that rolled into town last Thursday and Dave and I rolling out for Easter Holiday, Kelly and I snapped a few shots. Her floaty white dress and curls received more then one person's attention. She didn't even seem to notice though and shrugged off her admirers. How chic.

I haven't known her long and struggled to find the best way to describe Kelly. I realized quickly it would take a list to properly introduce her. So here goes...

She's loyal to a fault. Her mind is a playground for DIY projects. Quitting only happens once she's given 200%. Sephora is therapeutic to her. She practices the three R's, reading, running and researching. Shopping, she thinks, should be considered a competitive sport. Spoiling her nieces comes naturally. High heels are her first love. According to her sushi is one of the five major food groups. She wants to marry a man like her Daddy. Her closet is P.E.R.F.E.C.T. Broccoli is just wrong unless her Momma made it. When she loves she loves hard. A dinner party is like heaven to her. She adores her two sisters. If she had a date for Kentucky Derby she would go, if only to drink mint juleps and wear a big hat.

So, apparently I know her well and am happy to call her my friend. xo -L