east side pride and kitty neighbors

I am sitting outside of Starbucks in the morning breeze listening to a bird sing what sounds like an urgent song, using every tweet and chirp he has ever learned in his life. I hope he’s okay. He’s sitting on top of a telephone pole pacing, occasionally flying up for a second, and returning to continue his message. It’s almost as if he is trying to speak through the telephone receptors. He is on high alert! It’s amazing the noises they can produce. I wish I knew what he was saying. I would try to help him.

Anyway, I digress.

I went walking with my pup yesterday morning, and I decided to take my camera along to practice my mad photog skills on some of the adorable houses in my neighborhood. I have absolutely no idea what the best way is to take pictures of houses, so I just, well, I just kind of guessed.

No special camera effects, just an attempt to be a bit more intentional with my shots. Let’s see how we did.

If you don’t know where I live, I have a house in an “up-and-coming” part of Nashville called East Nashville, and it’s pretty hip. In fact, apparently Travel and Leisure ranked us one of the most hipster-friendly cities. No big.

I live in Lockeland Springs, which is, in my opinion, the most adorable part of East Nasty.

yeah, we have a sign. deal with it.

Most of the houses over here were built in the early 1900s, some of them even before. Many are in disrepair, but fortunately a lot of them are being restored to their former glory.

the colors, duke, the colors!

I actually looked at this house when I was hunting, and it was blue at the time. Built in 1899, this baby had a little too much “charm” for my taste and budget. But someone is obviously putting a lot of love into it, and I would love to see the finished product someday. Yeah, I’ll totally be that snooping neighbor.

do you see the fairy?

I also love the gardens in my neighborhood, they range from pristine to flourishing to veritable forest, and I adore them all. Can’t see the house very well but it too is adorable.

i just wanna play in it.

Isn’t it great how you can barely even see this house behind the gorgeousness? There are tons of gardens that slope down the hills of front yards, and the commitment that must be involved in those amazes me.

red door! look at the red door!

I mean…could you get any cuter. Is quainter a word? I’d like to request that it become one if not. Could you get any quainter. I sure couldn’t. And the fern. Love. Ugh I need to get one.

My neighborhood is also hip and cool because there are fun little restaurants peppered throughout.

do you know the muffin man?

Sweet 16th Bakery is literally right down the street from me, and although I must admit I don’t frequent it, I do appreciate its adorableness. Don’t even care if it’s a word. Even the color of the building makes me giddy! Love it.

gimme some

Okay, it may not be pretty, but it’s good, and the inside is as pizza shoppy as you can get. And they have gluten free pizza! Not that I care at all, but the sign says it. If I were gluten free I wouldn’t exist. Not hopping on that train anytime soon. Not that I don’t think it could be beneficial, but I live off of gluten.

ok, at least the sun is cool in this one.

So I’m pretty sure I will never stay here, but I still think it’s awesome. A bed and breakfast right down the street from me! Not to mention it’s across from Italia. Top O’ Woodland, they call it, and I just want to peek inside sometime. It looks scary from the windows. I’m sure it’s great.

gorgeous. just stunning.

Okay straying from the theme for a second, but I’ve decided that one cannot be too hip without being a bit ghetto, as well. Once the ghetto is gone, the yuppies come. So I even appreciate my 4 Stop Market. Not just because the guy at the counter said surely I couldn’t be old enough to buy beer! Ssstop it….

(disclaimer: I was not buying beer before work yesterday morning. This was on a completely separate, appropriately timed occasion.)

need i say more

And oh yeah, there’s The Lipstick Lounge. Why of course I’ll take you there when you visit me! We can dance the night away. But wait, what lies only yards away from the LL and the 4 Stop Market?

secret garden

Don’t you just want to live here?? I do, but I also don’t mind living here:

disregard the sign behind us.

Wait, that’s not me yet. I just couldn’t help myself. These are my kitty neighbors, and I want to steal them. Actually these are three of like seventy.

don’t worry i’ll guard you!

This is us! Home sweet home. And Ayda sweet Ayda. Who could ask for anything more? Well, I could use some ferns.

love,

me

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3 thoughts on “east side pride and kitty neighbors

  1. Well the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Thanks for the bird report Wesley. Hah. Just kidding, I too often wonder what birds are trying to say. I have one in my yard that sounds just like a squeaky bicycle brake. I love your neighborhood, thanks for the tour!

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