Hopsy over at Kappa Prep hosts the first blog I ever followed. (I learned of her on the Martha Stewart Lilly Pulitzer anniversary episode back in March of 2009. A delightful pairing of two of my very favorite things, it goes down in history as my number one hour of television to date.) So for… Read More
Since we welcomed Cookie into our lives just two short years ago, we’ve made a conscious effort to, at least once a month, take each little on a special outing with both Mommy and Daddy. Now, Cookie’s one on one time usually ends up being a shopping excursion or happy hour at the club, but… Read More
Many moons ago, as good little girls often do, I did a brief stint as a Brownie. You know, Savannah being the Girl Scout capitol of the world, everyone that was anyone had a daughter dressed in brown (or blue or green depending.) Well, it is likely not a shocking surprise that I was a… Read More
Oh, yes!!! I DO just adore BHLDN (pronounced beholden), the brand spanking new bridal line by Anthropologie. Everything is just exquisite. And quite unique. I am just ga-ga over this tulle and organza confection. So very elegant and classic, but unique enough to be remembered. This one has my name written all over it. Tulle,… Read More
I have been in a pillow pickle over what to do to finish out my basement banquette. It obviously needs something more. And I believe that something more is just about a million pillows. Pillows that add a little frou-frou luxe and a little classic couture to what is otherwise, in it’s current state, a… Read More
Last night was Bunco night in my neck of the woods. In our usual manner, new friend A swung by for me, my wine and my pimento cheese dip and we made our way to this once a month, festive night out full of dice, free-flowing drinks, mouth-watering eats and highly entertaining neighbor ladies. Also… Read More
Yesterday we laid to rest Honey’s Uncle R, lost too soon at the young age of sixty-three. A soft-spoken, kind and gentle man, it hurts my heart that I didn’t know more of him. While Uncle R had neither a wife nor children to say a last farewell, he certainly would have smiled at the… Read More