The second weekend of the month came and went and if you’re an antique lovin’, deal huntin’, people watchin’ kind of gal, I’m sure you know what that means… Saturday at the Scott Antique Market. After a quick breakfast of those melt in your mouth Krispy Kreme confections I’m always carrying on about, Sister, Bird… Read More
After a week of sunny Southern days, amazing azaleas and perfect pimento cheeses, the day on which that coveted green blazer is awarded has finally come. As previously mentioned, I felt completely left out when the rest of my family, Bird included, traipsed across the state to spend a day at the tournament. But as… Read More
For one of my wedding showers back in 2002, bestie C’s sweet mother gave me what is still, to this day, one of my most prized, well loved and dog-eared cookbooks – Cherokee Entertains. She sweetly inscribed the front cover and thoughtfully listed her own favorite recipes. Over the last nine years, I’ve made all… Read More
I have a crush. A chevron crush. And not the Chevron of the corner gas station variety. Rather, that sassy geometric pattern that’s been seen gracing everything from rugs to my newest Lilly dress. So last week I drew up a template, threw on some lipstick (because I knew it would go over better if… Read More
For years I thought the PCP’s affinity for his bee rain boots was an outlandish attraction unique to my free spirited and ever so strong willed first born. He faithfully donned the darned things day after day, rain or shine, for all sorts of goings-ons. From trying out his new camp chair in the master… Read More
Sister, her mister and baby Bird are headed to Augusta for the Masters to watch a little golf, sip on Arnold Palmers, revel in the azaleas and dine on egg salad and pimento cheese. To an amateur like myself, it would be number one day on my list of days to go. It’s the fun… Read More
Since the monsoons of last week have passed, we’ve enjoyed purely blissful days down South and I’ve traded in my pot of hot Paris tea in the morning for iced sweet teas or Arnold Palmers in the afternoon. A sensational addition to the hours I’ve spent with the littles going hog wild riding bikes, digging… Read More