The whole drive, pray you do not see any ex-boyfriends or current crushes until your hair is finished.”
“Pro tip: Roll down the window to let the outside air cool the rollers. “Three: Get into the car to go wherever you’re going with the rollers in your hair,” she writes. And step three is where we see Reese get a little crazy: For instance, one of the most stunning spreads in the book is a series of shots of Reese wearing her hair in perfectly arranged hot rollers, as she drives in what looks like a Cadillac.Ĭurling hair is a four-step process for her. And when she did give us a peek at something slightly less than perfection, it was still aspirational. And she’s actually telling the stories of her childhood.īut only the pretty parts. She’s actually southern, having been born in New Orleans and raised in Nashville. But the difference here is that Reese isn’t carpetbagging. You know those cringe-worthy moments when a politician is caught on video adding forced twang and folksiness to a stump speech south of the Mason-Dixon line? That’s what I felt in so many of forced y’alls in this book. To me, her insistence that all the Norman Rockwell moments of her youth are inherently tied to geography rang hollow.
I grew up in upstate New York, where my dad drove a hay truck for a living, and we slept in tents at the edge of our favorite alfalfa field on hot summer nights. And hey y’all, did you know that fireflies are a southern thing? And allow me here to make up a word: It’s y’all-washed.Įvery part of Reese’s upbringing discussed here is immediately brought back to the fact that it’s so quintessentially southern. It comes with recipes I’m dying to try, like her approach to fried okra (one of my all-time favorites), her cheddar biscuits and a take on baked brie that includes whiskey.īut even as I found myself fan-girling throughout the read, I still couldn’t help thinking that the entire book was written as a marketing tool. This book itself is as beautiful as the heart-faced goddess herself, and I know just where to put it in my Pinterest-inspired apartment. But I’m a little disappointed that it’s more teacup than whiskey. In the opening chapter, Reese writes that she chose the name of the book in reference to and reverence of a saying her grandmother Dorothea had, that southern women are “whiskey in a teacup” because of their combination of beauty and strength. Whiskey in a Teacup: What Growing Up In The South Taught Me About Life, Love, and Baking Biscuits, by Reese Witherspoon
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