Yes, this magazine is actually entitled “Garden & Gun” and yes, it does freak out your NYC co-workers if you leave it on your desk without any explanation.
Garden & Gun was brought to my attention this weekend by my particularly bad-ass, extremely southern and bohemian friend Kyle (we were in ATL for a combo bridal shower/bachelorette weekend for the lovely Kelly Reeves). Our Garden & Gun convo went a little like this:
Kyle: Have you read Garden & Gun? You need to read Garden & Gun, you would like it.
Me: (between fits of laughter) Garden & Gun?! You want me to read what? Wait, what does that mean? It can’t really be called that.
Kyle: (rolling eyes and sighing) Everyone says that. It’s really good though, I promise. Like a young, hip Southern Living.
So, of course I found a copy in the ATL airport on the way home and have been obsessively reading it and scouring the website for additional articles. Kyle was completely right.
(Also, every southern-transplant I’ve shown it to in the office becomes immediately enamored with it as well. You know, once they get over the name).
