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Young Blood Gallery and Boutique is the foremost independent showcase in Atlanta for emerging artists and Do-It-Yourself crafters. Young Blood was born in 1997 in the home of Maggie White and Kelly Teasley when the two grew tired of the Atlanta art gallery establishment’s refusal to exhibit incredibly talented – though unknown – local artists. The response was enormous, and for two years White and Teasley’s home exhibitions would be overrun with art-hungry patrons.

If you haven’t been to Young Blood Gallery & Boutique – you probably should. Because it’s awesome there. The other reason you should probably go sometime is because if you haven’t been there, then you haven’t eaten next door at Cafe di Sol (also awesome) AND you probably haven’t partied down in the Highland Ballroom – beneath the historic Highland Inn (where we photographed Haley’s Wedding!) See? All of that Right.Next.To.Each.Other.

I was at Young Blood on the opening night of their ‘Cycle Through’ group show of 60 artists with work relating to the theme of bicycles. I know. This post is late. The exhibit ends… on March 28th. So go. See it.

Even if you don’t see this exhibit – go to Young Blood sometime because the boutique has all the cool art/handmade stuff that other stores wish they had – and may have in small pieces – but nothing like what they have at Young Blood. And you might run into the 3 legged cat, Jolene. Serious. See.

I had a lot of fun at this event, and I ran into a few friends that I hadn’t seen in a while + the Atlanta Sedition Orchestra was playing in the 3 car parking lot! Always. Awesome.

Love Like You

I’m adopted.  I’ve recently decided to find out more information about my adoption and my birthparents.  I’ve already received some information from my case file about my birthmother, and was surprised (oddly enough) to discover she was right around my height and weight, with brown eyes and brown hair.

It’s strange to think there might be someone, somewhere, walking around with my same features.  I’ve never really looked like anyone in my family, and I was always ok with that – in fact, it’s hard for me to imagine looking a lot like someone else.  And I don’t know if I actually do look like her, or if we just happen to have a similar build and hair color.  But having this information makes her seem more real… there really is someone out there who gave birth to me, and I have no idea who she is.

But as I begin this search process, it’s so important to me that my parents – the ones who raised me and the ones I live just around the corner from and the ones I love so very much – that they know I’m ok and that they know how much I love them.  I’m fine, regardless of the outcome or what new information I discover.  And the reason I’m fine is because I’ve grown up with such a great family.  I don’t feel incomplete.  I don’t feel I’ve missed out on anything.  And even if it turns out I’m a genetic carbon copy of someone else, there are still so many parts of quirky, awesome me that are this way because I was raised by them.  The love my parents gave me is such a huge part of me.

Also, I can’t stop listening to this song, and I think everyone should hear it.  Even if you’re not adopted.

Love Like You – Juliana Finch

I was born at the tail end of summer and
I was born without a father or mother and
had to find my own way

Upstream like Moses in a basket
I found this palace without even askin
And I’ve been lucky since that day

Even though I always knew I was different
I still got treated like a baby sister
And forced to play basketball

I think you worry that I don’t feel complete
But I got everything I ever needed
And you’re the reason for it all

But do you think I’m wandering
Do you think I’m lost, do you?
Searching for some long lost roots

Yeah I know she’s out there
A woman with my eyes and my hair
A man who smiles the way I do
But I love like you

I haven’t always done what I oughta
Been twice the prodigal daughter
But I think we’re turning out ok

You did the best that you possibly could have
And it was better than anyone else would have
So all  I’m really tryin to say is

Do you think I’m wandering
And do you think I’m lost, do you?
Searching for some long lost roots

Yeah I know she’s out there
A woman with my eyes and my hair
A man who smiles exactly like I do

Yeah I know she’s out there
A woman with my voice and my hair
But I love like you

You can listen to Love Like You and more of Juliana Finch’s music here: