She was tucked away underneath a trestle table brimming with baskets and china, bittersweet and corn husks spilling from inside decorative bowls. It was the annual Fall Rural Society Antique and Garden Show, which I always anticipated going to the event each autumn; a plethora of vendors had tents and booths filled with curated antiques and autumn gourds and berries, all beautifully displayed to thrill any aesthetically-minded person. Most of the items at the event were priced to suit the deep pocketbooks of the average attendee, but I delighted in trying to find the hidden bargains, the odd pieces with secret stories.

October 13th, 1886. The Dickerson family gathered together every year on the anniversary of the family patriarch, Josef Dickerson’s, death.

My name is Grace Nuth, and I curate my Instagram. What exactly does that mean? Well, for one thing it means I spend far too much time thinking about things like color scheme, symmetry, mood, and story. But it’s something I love doing, and I thought it might be fun to give you an inside glimpse on what it’s like to have an Instagram that’s curated and used as a form of artistic and personal expression.

I was planning to write another blog today. One about how important it is to retain innocence and a sense of wonder as an adult, even though the older we get, the harder it is, and the more strength and willpower it takes. I still want to write that blog, but I can’t at the moment. Because I don’t feel any of it right now.

This year has sucked. It just has. There have been moments of joy, but we’re all just exhausted from the fear, news, and devastation of 2020. It’s time for the joy of fall. The enjoyment of Halloween.