Charleston, S.C. the hotbed of the South. Steeped in history and shrouded in the rarefied air of old money. Historical mansions line shaded streets while live oaks stand guard over an elusive inner social circle. The latter of which has been unveiled in (Bravo's...
I love to garden. In fact, seven years ago we lived "Intown" (Atlanta) on a third of an acre in an urban jungle, taken over by (the much dreaded) Kudzu and ivy. During that time, I had to make the difficult decision to have our lot leveled to create some...
I'm late for almost everything. A terrible breach of etiquette, and one that I have attempted to change for most of my life. But, coupled with ADD it's not something that I have hopes of changing while I'm living and breathing on God's green earth. I've been late for...
Although, we were at Casa B. for Memorial Day weekend, it was without a doubt a great stay-cation. We caught up on sleep, (I'm definitely missing the Frette linens from The Old Edwards Inn), went for walks, had dinner with friends and spent a wonderful afternoon at...