Skirt! Magazine Savannah - October 2012

o c to b e rSavannah, GA

Cover copy by Nikki Hardin, art by Gayle Kabaker

“And in the act of making things, just by living their daily lives, they also make history.”

Anne Bartlett

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Make something out of nothing.

Make little nothings count. Make

paperdolls out of magazine pages.

Make a collage out of catalogs. Make

a costume out of castoffs. Make a

feast out of leftovers. Make a table

out of a trash find. Make a garden

in gallon can. Make believe until you

Believe in Yourself.

Make up something

Make anything new again with a can

of paint. Make your own postcards.

Make a drawing of the same thing

every day for a month. Make up

your own personal manifesto. Make

an event out of making your bed.

to look forward to every morning.

Make a lampshade out of a map.

Make a journey by yourself.

Make a living out of what you love.

Make love when it’s in short supply.

Make an art out of living.

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Women make more than 80% of all purchasing

decisions.

Women control 2/3

of the nation’s disposable income.

Women influence 80%of all car sales.

Women spend almost 2 of every 3

healthcare dollars.

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The Make Issue

Publisher

Nikki Hardin

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Art Director

Caitilin McPhillips

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National Editor

Margaret Pilarski

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Savannah Editor

Elena Fodera

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Advertising Director

Jane Townsend

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Sales Executive

Cinda Baker

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Graphic Designer

Britt Scott

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Photography

Adriana Iris Boatwright

Marianne Brown

Nick Chiapinna

Terry Duthu

Stefanie Peal

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FEATURES

Profile: Khiara Washington

Make It All-Natural .................................................................... 12

Profile: Jessie Duthu Make It Yourself! .......................................................................... 14

Profile: Elizabeth Seeger

Make It Successful ...................................................................... 16

Local Loves...................................................................................24

Feel Good......................................................................................25

The Apple Pie Defense

Amy Vansant .................................................................................. 26

The Art of Goodbye

Stacy Appel .................................................................................... 28

Skirt! Style.....................................................................................35

IN EVERY ISSUE

Letter from the Publisher/Editor ......................................... 8

Calendar .......................................................................................... 21

Skirt of the Month..................................................................... 23

He’s So Original .......................................................................... 31

Meet ................................................................................................... 37

Planet Nikki .................................................................................... 38


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THE UNITED SKIRTS OF AMERICA

The United Skirts of

America was founded

on the blood, sweat

and estrogen of our

foremothers, who

won us the freedom

to choose...to break

The Rules, to wear

combat boots or high

heels, to run for office

or run a marathon,

to form our own

rock groups instead

of being groupies, to

shatter Glass Ceilings

and Glass Slippers, to

shoot hoops instead

of settling for hoop

skirts. The ones who

came before us made

it possible for our

daughters to dream

bigger, to have the

chance to grow up to

be President and turn

the Oval Office into

the Ovary Office. In

the United Skirts of

America, every day is

Independence Day!

Gayle Kabaker

Gayle calls herself a creative

spirit and is thrilled to be able

to design and illustrate from

the Berkshires of Western

Massachusetts. From start-

ing out in San Francisco as a

fashion illustrator to recently

promoting concerts in the Pio-

neer Valley, she says she’s been

lucky to explore many passions

and is happy to share them

with whoever asks! What gets

Gayle most excited is coming

up with solutions to all types

of challenges—reworking a

website, promoting a project,

directing a film or just brain-

storming ways to get more

business. Her work is used in

lots of different ways: market-

ing collateral, editorial, anima-

tion, web design and logo and

brand development and more.

gkabaker.com

VISIT US ON SKIRT.COM

Elena [email protected]

FROM THE EDITOR

In a town buzzing with artists and steeped in Southern charm, we have a history of the hands-on

approach. The question is never whether to make; it’s what to make and how to make it yours. At

skirt!, creative women work together every day to make something we care about: spreading the

good word about outstanding women’s impact on our community. Since I started working at this

magazine, I’ve been beyond lucky to work alongside a very inspiring woman: our own graphic designer,

Britt Scott. As a lowly intern I never thought the down-to-earth, artsy redhead would become a role

model, an avid supporter of my dreams and talents, and a great friend. She knows how to make the

best of a bad situation, how to make a song all her own, how to make a night on the town worth it,

and how to make a damn good magazine. That’s why The Make Issue is dedicated to Britt and all she’s

done for skirt!. Savannah sees her off this month, and it won’t be the same without her!

FROM THE PUBLISHER

Nikki [email protected]

I was cleaning out closets recently and found a big bag of assorted craft

supplies from a trip to Michaels with a friend more than a year ago and left

untouched since then. Frankly, I can no longer remember what possessed

me to buy any of the stuff nor what possible projects I was planning. Most

likely I was swept up by craft fever, in which I revert to a six-year-old when

I’m confronted by rows of stickers, stamps and scissors. It’s a condition that

makes me want to eat library paste and put glitter on my lunch box. That

bag of ephemera is not my only stash. Consider the stack of magazines

and sheets of handmade Japanese paper I thought I would convert into

sophisticated collages. Or the tubes of gouache and bottles of Mod Podge.

Or the rolls of washi tape and boxes of watercolor pencils. All of it waiting

for the perfect idea or the right time to be ready, because God forbid I

should turn out something less than museum quality. I’ve decided to stop

waiting for inspiration. Instead, I’m going to dump all that junk on the

kitchen table and make something. Postcards I’ll mail all over the country,

collages I’ll stick on the refrigerator, notebook covers I’ll desecrate. Most of

it will probably be amateurish and embarrassing, but one thing I know, and

ignore over and over again, is that nothing gets made waiting for the muse

to show up. All of those colorful supplies sitting on my shelves month after

month become pretentious unless they’re put to use. Whether your craft is

poetry, cooking, music, drawing or knitting—you can’t be afraid of making

a mess or a mistake. You have to use your whole self up instead of saving

it for a rainy day. Just like a six-year-old.

The Make Issue


Fashion’s Night Out • September 6, 2012 • Broughton Street

Photos courtesy of Britt Scott & Adriana Iris Boatwright

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Skirt! August Release Party • August 2, 2012 • The Melting Pot

Photos courtesy of Stefanie Peal

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Khiara Washington | Make It All-NaturalKhiara “Khi” Washington, is one half of KhiJo, an all-natural skin and hair care company founded with friend and colleague Katy Jo Holton.

Made from beeswax, honey, vitamin E and essential oils, KhiJo’s signature cream is multi-functional. “We originally made it for dreadlocks,”

says Khi, “but as we began sampling it out, it was useful to everyone in different ways—lips, eyebrows, dry skin.” More than just a versatile

product, KhiJo is a company with mission. “As a product, KhiJo crosses racial boundaries,” says Khi. “By creating something that everyone

can use in their own, independent way, we inspire them to express themselves.” Their philosophy is to offer chemical-free body care from a

conscious company, from reusing their recyclable containers to encouraging community dialogue. “We want people to look at us as an ethi-

cal company,” Khi explains. “We strive to conduct business in a way that benefits the earth and helps individuals heal.”

Photo by Adriana Iris Boatwright

Meet the Makers


Jessie Duthu | Make It Yourself! Jessie Duthu is one crafty woman! Independent fashion blogger at Strawberry Moth, crafter, artist and “vintage-aholic,” she packs her blog

with amazing do-it-yourself ideas, style inspiration and more. She also owns a wedding supply shop where she offers unique, handmade de-

tails for brides and celebrations. You may have seen her work (and her ceremony) featured in the most recent Savannah Weddings. “At first,

my blog focused on vintage clothing and how to make it wearable for everyone,” Jessie explains. “Eventually it evolved into a How-To. As you

get older, you don’t focus so much on you, rather what you create and what you give to people.” While technology and handmade or vintage

creations don’t seem like an obvious match, Jessie says blogs and sites like Etsy enable creativity like never before. “You can create a world

of your own, and people connect to that. It’s such a cool creative outlet.”

Photo by Terry Duthu

Meet the Makers


Elizabeth Seeger | Make It Successful

Meet the Makers

“I grew up sewing,” recalls Elizabeth Seeger, owner and designer at Satchel, the Broughton Street shop/studio featuring high-quality,

handmade handbags. “My mom made slipcovers for furniture. She worked with really nice fabrics; in college she’d send me boxes of scraps

and I’d make bags for my friends.” Elizabeth and her brand have come a long way since those beginnings. A testament to entrepreneurial

spirit, Satchel developed from a small shop offering high-end brand names to a full-grown, independent studio where each design is one-of-

a-kind. “People are drawn to custom work because they have a hand in the design process,” says Elizabeth. “They can choose their leather;

their lining…It makes them feel that it’s theirs.” And Satchel’s popularity continues to grow. This summer, 17 stores—from Nantucket to

Memphis to Atlanta—picked up the brand. “It’s a juggling act all the time!” says Elizabeth. “We’re proud of everything we make here.”

Photo by Nick Chiappina


5 - 7Ahoy! Join the party for a

swashbuckling good time at Tybee Pirate Fest, a rowdy tradition on the

island for buccaneers of all ages. tybeepiratefest.com

AL - ANGet ready for some hollerin’

and foot stompin’ just the way you like it at the 23rd Annual Savannah Folk

Music Festival, featuring fine musicians from Savannah and beyond.

savannahfolk.org

BQStep out and “Step Forward”:

SAFE Shelter’s 5K Walk supports women and families suffering from

domestic violence. Show them they’re not alone. safeshelter.org

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5-7 BEERS AND BRATSOktoberfest on the River is a hoppin’ way to enjoy the season with schnitzels, cold beers to go ‘round and the beloved Wiener Dog Races! Don’t miss out! riverstreetsavannah.com

5-6 BEHIND THE CURTAINDon’t miss the chance to be a special guest at Savannah’s only speakeasy, the House of Mata Hari, for a Vaudevil-lian show, “Carnival Bar Cabaret.” Call 912.272.8693 for tickets!

11-13 OPA! Visit the Annual Savannah Greek Festival for some big, fat Greek fun, celebrating 61 years of Savannah’s Greek community. savannahgreekfest.com

13 MIDNIGHT IN THE GARDEN Bonaventure: After Hours allows you to visit the famed cemetery like never before—after the gates close. Get in the spooky spirit! bonaventurecemetery.com

19-20 HALLOWEEN HIKEOatland Island Wildlife Center kicks off the festive season with a Halloween Hike: a magical trick-or-treat with plenty of kid-friendly surprises. oatlandisland.org

19 MASQUERADE As if you needed another excuse to party in costume, Monster Mash Bash, benefiting Royce Learning Center, is at the American Legion Post 135. monstermashbash2012.eventbrite.com

19 OH, MY! Rocky Horror Show 2012 Live at the Bay Street Theatre opens today and through November 2. baystreettheatre.org

19-21 AW, SHUCKS What could be greater then tons of fresh, local seafood? If only the shrimp would peel themselves! The 14th Annual Great Ogeechee Seafood Festival is this weekend. goseafoodfestival.com

20 PRESERVE AND PROTECTHistoric Savannah Foundation’s Annual Gala is a fabulous time for a legendary cause. Preserve Savannah and be part of history! Get your tickets early. hsf.org

20 TOUR & TEASupport Savannah’s oldest academy for girls at St. Vincent’s Annual Tour of Homes & Tea. svatourofhomes.com

26 SWEET SOUNDS Enjoy Opera Week through November 4, a weeklong series of classes, lectures and concerts. It’s not over ’til the—er, next month. Don’t miss it! voiceexperiencefoundation.com

28 MORE THAN MATZO The Shalom Y’all Jewish Food Festival is a unique Savannah tradition bringing Jewish cuisine, dancing and more to everyone. michveisrael.org


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Skirt of the Month

Royal Blue Silk High Waisted SkirtGreen Label Designsgreenlabeldesigns.com


Bee YourselfIn this month’s issue, we introduced you to Khiara Washing-

ton, the Khi half of KhiJo. Visit khijo.com to check out the products and learn more about this compassion-ate company’s motto: “Naturally You, Naturally Unifying.”

Worth Their Salt Our friends Carol and Dave at the Salt Table have teamed up with global humanitarian organization Rivers of the World to create two special seasoning blends: Rockin’ River and Raging River. For every bottle you buy, Salt Table donates $2 to ROW to help remote communi-ties in need. Find out more at row.org and salttable.com.

LocalLoves

At the newest crafters’ emporium on West State Street, you’ll find two shops in one: Perlina Bead Shop (featured on our “Meet” page!) and The Frayed Knot, a haven for knit-ting, crochet and more fiber arts. Visit perlinabeadshop.com and the-frayedknotsav.com for a schedule of classes and workshops every week!

Beyond Hands-On

Looking Sharp Get high style from below sea-level. Diver and previous skirt! He’s So Original Bill Eberlein’s jewelry features fossilized Mega-lodon shark teeth, discovered on his dives off the muddy shores of coastal Georgia.

To get a buried treasure of your own, you can browse megateeth.com, Plantation Jewels inside the River Street Market Place and Ella’s Gifts of Richmond Hill, or visit Bill himself at every First Saturday on River Street!

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Be Still My Heart! We adore these nautical knots created by jewelry artist Mary Kent Hearon. The Celtic-inspired Mary Time Collection features shining abalone shells, freshwater pearls, vintage pins and more, each piece a truly unique work of art.

Check out Mary’s website, theheartbead.com for a look at new items for fall and other soulful and eclectic handcrafted works.

If you’re swooning over the possibilities, let the ladies who know best help you channel your creativity.


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Grief is a master of disguise. Like a vam-pire, it drains your self-respect until you’re openly sobbing in the grocery store because they’re out of spray but-ter. It masquerades as a hypnotist, fix-ing your gaze on one small patch of sofa for days. It is a ninja, ambushing as you walk into a room that used to feel less empty.

Sometimes, grief is a pastry chef.Divorce and a string of family

deaths had made it a hard year for me. Trying to recreate my Great-Grandmom’s apple pie recipe seemed a pro-active way to break my slide into depression. Every birthday and Christmas din-ner of my childhood ended with Great-Grandmom’s apple pie, and these were all happy times, unless you were hoping for cake. If you wanted cake, you were out of luck until my brother’s birthday.

Grief had planted that seed in my head. I realized that somewhere around pie number thirteen.I had Great-Grandmom’s recipe folded and tucked in my recipe box. After

years of cajoling, my Mom-Mom, her daughter-in-law, had finally gotten it out of the old lady. Great-Grandmom got soft and threw up the white flag in the form of an apple pie recipe.

Ha. Great-Grandmom’s kitchen was rimmed with an impressive salt and pepper shaker collection, filled with old cloth-calendars-turned-dish-towels, and covered by an asbestos tile floor, but you’d be hard pressed to find a white flag anywhere. When Mom-Mom danced off with the coveted recipe, Great-Grandmom smoothed out her house dress with her impossibly large German hands, sat down at her chrome-legged kitchen table, and laughed herself silly.

She might as well as given Mom-Mom directions for Shepherd’s Pie, for all that slip of paper had in common with the real apple pie recipe.

Amy Vansant

Grief had turned me into an obsessive-compulsive pie-baking lunatic.


Not long after, Great-Grandmom died, the real recipe locked beneath her steel gray curls.

Great-Grandmom: 1, Mom-Mom: 0. Game over.I could taste their disdain for each other as I sampled my first attempt at

the faux recipe. The filling had no magic; the crust, leaden.The crust I could cure. My Nanny, my mother’s mother, had a perfect

crust. Nanny had no animosity towards her own daughter, so that recipe I could trust.

Second attempt: crust, perfect; filling, terrible; no better than cafeteria pie.Over the next week I made 16 pies, each time tweaking the ingredients to

no avail. Rome apples, green apples, Gala apples. I had gotten very close with a combination of Gala and green apples, but still, the pie lacked something. Something that made it Great-Grandmom’s apple pie.

Grief had turned me into an obsessive-compulsive pie-baking lunatic.I found myself sitting in defeat, flour coating my kitchen like Christmas

morning snow, sipping on a Bourbon. I dribbled the last of it into my glass. Not only had I not recreated the pie, but now I was out of Bourbon.

I could hear Grief’s buddies Maudlin and Self-Pity knocking on the door.

My eyes tilted towards the glass-paneled cupboard, home to my liquor collection. I opened a bottle of gin and sniffed. Nope. I couldn’t move from Bourbon to the bitter juniper berry scent of gin. I opened a bottle of rum. No, no. Too sweet. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

My eyes fell on a cheap bottle of Canadian whiskey. It wasn’t something I drank, but I had this romantic idea that someday an elderly neighbor would stop by and tell me stories about the Great War, and I would be the perfect hostess, trotting out the Seagram’s Seven.

I opened the whiskey and inhaled. Nope. I started tightening the cap, but...that smell. Somewhere in my sad, foggy brain, a bulb began to glow.

The whiskey smelled like Great-Grandmom’s pie.I leapt to my feet and prepared the crust for another pie and added a cup

of whiskey to the filling. As it baked I cleaned. I cleaned the flour off the walls and floor. I put the dishes in the dishwasher. I moved into other rooms, picking up weeks of clothes, scattered books and photos. As the pie cooled, I resisted the urge to burn my tongue and pushed myself to clean more. Finally, I took a long hot shower and removed the flour from my face and the pie dough from my fingernails.

Towel drying my hair, the smell of warm apple pie led me back into the kitchen, the scent different than the pungent combination of apple and defeat that had hung in the air for the last week. I closed my eyes and pictured the red tablecloth at Christmas, my mother’s good china coffee cups sitting in front of each family member, an apple pie plate placed in front of me.

I cut into the dessert and tasted. I had recreated the pie. An intoxicating aroma hugged my kitchen like the embrace of a big Ger-

man grandmother.The calendar on the wall reminded me that the ladies’ book club that I

used to enjoy was scheduled for the next evening. Grief and I had been hid-ing. It was time to go out.

The next morning I stocked up at the grocery store and started baking more pies. I made one for each of the six ladies of book club. Moans of joy filled the air as they took their first forkfuls, and my heart swelled with hap-piness. Mission accomplished.

Driving home after book club, triumphant and lost in my thoughts, I didn’t at first notice the red and blue lights flashing behind me. I’d been speeding. My stomach lurched. I pulled over.

As the officer leaned into my window I saw him pause and sniff the air.“Have you been drinking tonight?” he asked.I smiled, knowing I hadn’t had a drop to drink that night. The quest to

dull my pain had been accomplished by pie, no alcohol required.“No.”“Your car smells like whiskey,” said the officer, raising an eyebrow.I sniffed. My car did smell like whiskey.“Pies,” I said. “I took everyone in my book club apple pies made with

whiskey for Christmas. I’m sure the car smells like a distillery.”The officer nodded and looked away, the corner of his mouth curling to

form a barely perceptible grin.“My grandmother had booze in her pies too,” he said. Without further

argument, he handed me back my license, and sent me off with a warning.The apple pie defense had set me free.

The Apple Pie Defense

Amy Vansant has been published in Surfer, Chesapeake Bay Magazine, McSweeney’s and other publications/sites. Read more at her humor blog at kidfreeliving.com or on Twitter @kidfreeliving.


Stacy Appel is alive and well in California, where she is an award-winning writer. Her work has been featured in the Chicago Tribune and elsewhere. She has also written for National Public Radio. She is a contributor to the book You Know You’re a Writer When… by Adair Lara. Contact Stacy at [email protected].

The gift she brought was modest in appear-ance—a faded white wicker basket, whose handle had seen better days, filled with little string-bound packets, sprigs and cuttings. In-side were bay leaves, thyme, some eucalyptus pods which resembled little brown bells. A vanilla bean, dark and stringy, along with a sprig of mint leaves and another from a ba-sil plant. Feathery fronds of tarragon, fennel, dill, a long, spiky strand of rosemary and a cluster of purple lavender stalks tied with a silky ribbon. One fat, bumpy elbow of ginger

root, and a tiny linen bag full of rose petals. An array of dried bergamot flowers tucked into a fold of green tissue paper. At the bottom of the basket, thick brown sticks of cinnamon curled next to rough-edged peelings of lemon and orange.

By the time she brought the basket to Edward, he could no longer speak or hold anything in his hands, but he could still sit partway up in bed, so she held each fragrance under his nose, watching him breathe as deeply as he could man-age. Once or twice his mouth changed, as if trying to form a smile. And when she moved the lavender away to pick up a different scent, Edward clutched her wrist and brought her hand back to his face so he could inhale the fragrance again. He had already said goodbye, more or less, to driving, his health, his daughters and nephews, full meals. Now she could help him say farewell to nature, one smell at a time.

Over the years I’ve met artists, musicians, people who write poetry or books for a living, teach ballet, or sew costumes. But the most unselfconsciously creative people I’ve encountered are those who decide to volunteer for hospice.

They don’t realize they’re artists. They think of themselves as normal folks wanting to lend a hand to someone in need, or give back in kind to an organi-zation which once helped a friend or family member. Some volunteers hope to find out more about what dying is like, or have a medical background and want to use it without the confines of a paid job. No one seems to think he or she is extraordinary.

But if you could listen in on a hospice team meeting, or attend a volunteer gathering, you’d be struck by all the imaginative and resourceful ways a human being can think up to help another at the end. One terminally ill patient, fixated on seeing the film Dancing With Wolves before he died, wasn’t able to leave the house except for his sporadic trips to the doctor. Grant, his volunteer, understood that time was running out and found a van to get Sam to the local theater, a com-plicated, medically unadvised feat involving the help of several people. Then Grant took Sam to lunch and afterward surprised his patient with a visit to the zoo, so he could see a real wolf and listen to it howl. Sam talked about this special day right up until his death, as if the two had made a long pilgrimage to Lourdes.

Sometimes the artistry sounds ordinary, but it only seems that way. A bed-bound mother of three with myeloma was anguished about her messy house, the chores she could no longer do for her husband and children. Her emotional torment wasn’t simply about the housework, of course, but her hospice volun-teer, Cherie, listened carefully to every word of distress. The volunteer training program had never once mentioned cleaning, but Cherie made it her business to clean the entire house while her patient was napping. She began by changing all the kids’ beds and putting weeks’ worth of toys away, washing pots and sorting laundry, making soup, cutting flowers from the garden for the kitchen table and living room. She took trash out to the bins in back and swept floors. She finished by vacuuming rugs and straightening the sickroom. The young mother awoke from a deep sleep to a house entirely in order; she cried when Cherie described in detail what each room looked like now. “I can feel it,” the mother said. “It feels like my home again.” They both sat and listened to the house for a while.

The originality of these parting gifts, and the intelligent creativity involved—all the myriad colors and textures of thoughtfulness—outshine any museum in-stallation or Tony Award-winning play. Volunteers help to fashion farewells in ways which are deeply personal, whether they’re arranging an outing to a shell-covered beach remembered from childhood, or engineering a phone call to an estranged son so he can say goodbye to his father. Sometimes the art is concrete: a collage of silly honeymoon photos or a recording of the grandkids giggling. Sometimes the tableau is a lavish bedside birthday party planned at the last min-ute, complete with friends, cards and an ice cream cake. A writer pal with breast cancer had her fond dream made real, thanks to those who found the time to make it happen: a call from musician Judy Collins, who sang “Amazing Grace” to her over the phone on the day my friend died. Rules are bent or broken, air-lines are lied to, favorite poems unearthed and videos made. Sometimes the art of goodbye requires just sitting quietly together, doing nothing at all.

I hope I’m lucky enough to have a hospice volunteer when I am at the end of my own journey, which will of course be hundreds of years from now. Who else will know to find the Johnny Clegg CD with the song “Dela”and play it for me, or read a chapter out loud from C.S. Lewis’ The Horse and His Boy? Only a volunteer will have the inside knowledge needed to recite a Rumi poem to me as I drift in and out of sleep, or make sure I taste a last piece of chocolate-covered taffy from Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, before I expire. My volunteer will return the huge stack of library books piled up in my living room and will have the foresight to absolutely forbid the neighbors down the street from using an electric leaf-blower until I take my very last breath. Who else will be thoughtful enough to write a note on my behalf to Julia Cameron, bless her heart, and tell her I really hated doing “morning pages,” though everyone else loved them? And who will know to find a freshly cut gardenia to float in a bowl of water on my bedside table?

Note to self: Do not wait for the volunteer.

I hope I’m lucky enough to have a hospice volunteer when I am at the end of my own journey...

Stacy Appel


Sandfly Isle of Hope


Jose Ray makes it colorful. For local artist Jose Ray, creating is about keeping things moving. Whether he’s painting a mural, driving the bus on the Unchained Tour or

spinning records at Vinyl Appreciation Night, Jose says “I love being on the spot.” “It’s why I enjoy live painting, or filling up a sketchbook

at a bar or in the park. Movement is more exciting than a subject sitting in front of you.” Jose’s work is welcoming, featuring colors and

characters from the friendly to the surreal, but always accessible. “I’ve always had a do-it-yourself mentality. I don’t want my art to be above

anyone,” says Jose. “It’s good to understand the philosophy, the history, but at the end of the day, can’t we just have fun and paint?”

What do you like about wearing a skirt?

“A man in a skirt is not something you see every day.”

What do you like about reading skirt!?

“I like the cover art—it always catches my eye!”

Photo by Nick Chiappina

He’s So Original


Heights PlazaThere’s a new light shining in the long-forgotten area of Crescent Heights! A group of enthusiastic business owners have renovated and revamped a once desolate 1960s strip mall, transforming it into a new destination for beauty, tantalizing taste and stylish home accessories for the upwardly-mobile trendsetting crowd in Ardsley Park and beyond. Visit Femme Fatale Salon, Blue Turtle Bistro and Sentimental Wendell to see for your self!

Heights Plaza is proud to be a part of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. For the entire month of October, Heights Plaza will be offering fabulous pink-inspired specials and donating proceeds to Young Survival Coalition of Savannah, offering breast cancer resource kits to the newly diagnosed.

66th St. & Paulsen St.


Kid-Tastic

Monkey BackpackFour Kids8511 Ferguson Ave. Ste. C912.238.1919

Trumpette CowSavannah Baby Co.5301 Paulsen St.912.480.0212

Felt Stuffed Sushi SetSara Jane Children’s Boutique202 East 37th St.912.234.5266

Wheely Bug wheelybug.com


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Clockwise from top left: Pink silk scarf from Gaucho, Pink Ribbon designer t-shirt from Katydid Collection at katydidcollection.com, hot pink bubble necklace from Copper Penny, pink jeweled brooch from Sentimental Wendell, AVEDA Pink Ribbon Hand Relief benefiting the Breast Cancer Research Foundation available at Brian Salon in Savannah, jeweled stretch ring from Villa Savannah, Zoya nail lacquer in Lola from Savannah Day Spa, Vera Bradley hipster bag in Ribbons™, the 2012 pattern for the Vera Bradley Foundation for Breast Cancer available at Polka Dots, OKA b. eco-friendly ballet flats in Orchid from oka-b.com, Henry & Belle jeans from Terra Cotta Boutique.

Pretty in Pink

Skirt! Savannah supports National

Breast Cancer Awareness Month!

Show your support and “Paint

the Town Pink” this October.


SKIRT! SAYS: When nothing’s coming up roses,

grow your own glad.

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Meet Jami Stone, artist and co-owner (along with skirt! photographer Marianne Brown) of the

new Perlina Bead Shop, offering handmade beads, fun findings and supplies for your creative cravings.

Favorite Shoes:Black low-top Converse All Stars.

My Pet:The pup Grover P. Bowden.

My Gadget:My iPhone.

Right Now I’m Reading: Grow Your Handmade Business by Kari Chapin.

My Workspace: Has a little of everything.

Where I Get My Coffee: “Witches Brew” from Brighter Day. Dream Date: Harry Potter World. My Workout: Biking to work. Where I Shop Locally: Goodwill

and The Frayed Knot. Where You’ll Find Me Friday Nights: Date with my husband. My Role Model: Punky Brewster. I Can’t Live Without: Art. I’d Like To

Learn To: Play the mandolin. Signature Scent: Clinique Happy. Favorite TV Show Ever: X-Files. Right now: The Walking Dead. Favorite Feminist: Ani DiFranco.

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This Martha Stewart sticker is one of the crafty, kitschy items from my Michaels binge. Like a magpie, I can’t resist bright shiny things even when they are totally useless.

it’s getting dark earlier, but we’re still

in some kind of unsettled season.

As I write this,

It’s too much like the pause This not-summer/not-winter confuses me and makes me irritable.

It’s too hot for sweaters and boots, but shorts and cotton skirts seem all wrong.

between endings and beginnings when

every day you wake up in some state of in-between.

Where you have to let go of one thing in order to hop on another, like that stutter when you get to the end of a walking sidewalk

and you’re not quite airborne and not quite earthbound.

Those times of change

but the past won’t quite let

when you know forward is the right direction,

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When I feel overwhelmed by life or work or Mondays, I wish I had a pair of Doc Martens to give me some outward kickassery confidence.

I’ve been looking forward to the movie adaptation of Kerouac’s

On the Road for so long that I’m bound to be disappointed, but I’ll still see it.

It’s one of my favorite books because it speaks directly to some

unrealized wild child in me.

Nikki Hardin is the founder and publisher of skirt! magazine. She blogs at fridaville.com.

Can’t stop playing “Somewhere” from Magic Hour, Scissor Sisters’ most recent album.

The rest of the CD doesn’t grab me as much, but “Somewhere” will be on my walking-

around-NYC playlist.

you go.

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