ABOUT THE GIRL

My name is Leney.

I am a photojournalist, writer and antiques curator.

I feel most at home on The Road in my car Blue Moon.

I am driven by the diversity and dualities within my own life as well as others and how to share that through the story of my various art forms

Because we are all made of stories.

My current pursuit is learning how to rewild my life. I live simply so that I am able to pursue that which I find meaningful in the world.

My favorite place to be is somewhere I’ve never been.

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I share the stories of my life on The Road most often on Instagram.
Follow below and don’t hesitate to say hello. I love turning virtual friends into real life ones.

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Been pretty busy over at @folkling... (How many quilts do you think are on this cart? Let’s take a poll 😆) #folklingquilts #antiquequilts #quiltsofinstagram #vintagequilts
And I am watching now for the time of day when the shadows sleep. When there is still light in the sky but the sun has sunk low enough to put an end to the contrast of miraged skin. What is the exact moment in time that your body no longer casts a
I can’t believe I get to do so many things I love for a living all at once. @_hollowbone_ hides for @folkling
Should we cue up that song about sitting on the dock of the bay or nah? (Even though if we wanna get technical... this is a pier. #daughterofasailor) Photo by @thisamericanstrife 🖤
Slow living is taking the time on a busy Monday to take 391726 cell phone photos of the rain kissed flowers outside your shop door.
1890s quilt scrap hat band. It’s the new thing. (Calling it) 😉 Hat restoration by @imapearlvintage for @folkling. The rest of this Wounded Bird Hat Collection is now in the web shop! So grateful to work with passionate people in this space
My Moon My Man
Definitely regret selling this one... #folklingquilts
I thrifted these overalls when I was 15 and I still have and wear them. That’s all I wanted to share today. Actually also: Mend your clothes. Buy secondhand. Stop buying fast fashion. Okay now that’s all.
A memory in pink
Another snow day sabbath.
I am learning as I go. We all are really (or should be). This Linsey Woolsey quilt is from the 1870s. It’s one of the oldest I’ve come across and the longer I sit with it, the more captivated I am by it. This has been happening more fr
In the soft slow shushing of the air clicking on, I settle into the morning. Weary from dreams and unsettled slumber. The slowly filling spaces greet me with their possibility and rearranged reckoning. Another day here. Another invitation forward.
A Girl and Her Antique Drying Rack: A Story of Persistent Primitive Living. ((A tentative title for my memoir))
And so it is with the night as it is with the day. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Each rises and sets with routined renewal, dawn after dusk, dusk after dawn. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Each set of tied-together hours allotted bringing the opportunity for change and a measured metric of
 

  © A Girl Named Leney 2010