Weekly Whistle: Red, Gold, and Eggplant

Hello, hello, hello, fashionistas! Welcome back to the Vintage Inspired Passionista blog on this wonderful Wednesday! It’s that time of the week again, and you know what that means….WEEKLY WHISTLE! Yay!

Jacket: Urban Outfitters
Blouse: The Limited
Shorts: JCrew
Shoes: Steve Madden
Necklace: Deep South Pout
Vase: Lolly Molly Art
Shout out to the lovely Rachel Leathers of Hearts of Stone Jewelry for the dazzling pair of earrings I am sporting in the picture above! You are such a fantastic jewelry artisan-keep up the good work:) You can see more of the amazing pieces Rachel has made on her Etsy shop! www.hrtsofstone.etsy.com

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Stay Fabulous,

Abby Hathorn

 

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Dirt Road Prayer

Dirt Road Prayer by Lauren Alaina

Let the light shine on my mama
She’s been worried about me
And I can tell she’s tired
Walk my brother in a straight line
I know he’s only 16
But he’s been playing with fire
Give my grandpa a little peace and quiet
I can feel the years of hard work in his hands
Make my days pass just a little bit slower
I’ve been runnin’ so fast
I’ve forgotten who I am

And so I go where the green grass grows
The weeds are high and the sun hangs low
Look to the sky and I say, hello
Like it’s the very first time
It doesn’t matter how long it’s been
I can talk to God like he’s my best friend
Take my heart lay it down again right there
In a dirt road prayer

He’s a good guy
Looks dad in the eye
And I wonder if you made him just for me
But before I fall give me patience
Until you show me where to take this

And I go where the green grass grows
The weeds are high and the sun hangs low
Look to the sky and I say, hello
Like it’s the very first time
It doesn’t matter how long it’s been
I can talk to God like he’s my best friend
Take my heart lay it down again right there
In a dirt road prayer

It’s good to know I can
Always go where the green grass grows
The weeds are high and the sun hangs low
Look to the sky and I say hello, ooo yeah
It doesn’t matter how long it’s been
I can talk to God like he’s my best friend
Take my heart and lay it down again right there
In a dirt road prayer yeah, yeah
In a dirt road prayer yeah, yeah

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Abby Hathorn

 

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Want to Buy 97 Farms?

Scarecrow on a wooden cross. Blackbird in the barn

Fourhundred empty acres that used to be my farm.

I grew up like my daddy did my grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow

This land fed a nation. This land made me proud.

And, Son, I’m just sorry there’s no legacy for you now

Rain on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

The crops we grew last summer weren’t enough to pay the loans

Couldn’t buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed

Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land

He said, John, it’s just my job and I hope you understand

Hey, calling it your job, ol’ hoss, sure don’t make it right

But if you want me to I’ll say a prayer for your soul tonight

And grandma’s on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand

Sometimes I hear her singing “Take me to the Promised Land”

When you take away a man’s dignity he can’t work his fields and cows

There’ll be blood on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

Blood on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

Well there’s ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard

Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms

I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name

And some nights I feel like dyin’ Like that scarecrow in the rain

Rain on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

This land fed a nation. This land made me proud

And, Son, I’m just sorry there’re just memories for you now

Rain on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

This land fed a nation. This land made me proud

And, Son, I’m just sorry they’re just memories for you now

Rain on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow. Blood on the plow

“Rain on a Scarecrow” by John Mellencamp

Dress: Deep South Pout
Jacket: Twisted Moss on Etsy
Shoes: BCBG
Belt: Target
Necklace: BluKat Designs on Etsy
Earrings: Hearts of Stone Jewelry on Etsy
Bracelet: Second Nature Designs on Etsy
Special Shoutout to Allison Lundahl of Second Nature Designs! I love my new bracelet and it goes with so many different things! The detail and craftsmanship is superb! Keep up the good work, girl, and stay fabulous:) Check out Second Nature Designs on Etsy @ www.secondnaturejewelry.etsy.com

Etsy shops you will ADORE!:

BluKat Designs: www.etsy.com/shop/BluKatDesign

Twisted Moss: www.twistedmoss.etsy.com

Second Nature Designs: www.secondnaturedesign.etsy.com

Hearts of Stone Jewelry: www.hrtsofstone.etsy.com

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Stay Fabulous,

Abby Hathorn

 

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