Wednesday, July 29, 2009

A Peaceful Piece of Land - New Mexico

I have recently returned from my Southwest rummage through the desert and high into the mountains of the Colorado border. Every mile we climbed higher and higher riding on side of the Rockies until we reached Chama, NM. A place that exists only to be forgotten.

Starting in my hometown of El Paso, Texas, I gave the Burlington Brothers a mini-tour of "Smelter Town," a small border community at the edge of Texas creeping right up to New Mexico and Mexico. Hidden behind a business park and the I-10, sits the old Smelter Town Graveyard - said to house the graves of many of the now defunct and controversial Asarco Coal Production Factory. Once many of the graves did not even carry a white cross as they do now, but merely a pile of rocks, unknown to their family and the rest of the world.

The Lady

Asarco and it's graves.

Smelter Town Graveyard


Then after our sweaty hike through graves, sand and huge fire ants we needed a drink and some of the best Chile con Queso that I've ever had at the infamous Rosa's Cantina, known for it's mention in the Marty Robbins song "El Paso," where he fell in love with a Mexican girl. Here I fell in love with Rosa. Now under new ownership, the feel is the same, but now not as scary.

A Met a Mexican Girl.......

Texas Bar

Sipping on Micheladas, a beer and lime drink perfect for the hot weather. On the walls are all the famous people that have visited Rosa's, including the Selena and her team, including her killer.....


Then to the road, to head North to the Chama, NM. What was expected, we had no idea. As we traveled the sand and dirt and red rocks became green grass and pine trees.

New Mexico

Getting to the NOrth

To be Chama!!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Feel of a Grey Garden

So I watched the new movie Grey Gardens based on the Edie Beales mother and daughter of The Hamptons as I sifted through amazing vintage clothes for my besties at Spanish Moss Vintage. It was fitting, as the Beales had an amazing sense of quirky style as they sat in their reclusive home they still had to put on their lipstick.


So the vintage in my closet is dwindling, so I think it's time for a trip to the Hamptons.