A Damn Good Dawg

 

In honor of tomorrow's game-of-all-games SEC Championship, my dream gameday attire. Note the signature "silver britches" on the left. Here's to calling my dawgs in style!

J.K. Place Capri

I visited the island of Capri a few summers ago before studying abroad in Milan; it is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been and leaving left me dreaming of returning some day. We stayed in Sorrento and took a boat to Capri for the day, but on my fantasy return trip I will be staying at boutique-hotel, the J.K.Place Capri. Sometimes I take a quick break from my stimulating day job to browse through pictures of dream hotels I'd like to visit; the J.K. Place Capri is near the very top of the list. The hotel, designed by Italian architect/interior-designer Michele Bonan, has only 22 rooms, breathtaking views, and award-winning interiors. I bet it also smells divine, like Capri lemons, gardenias, and heaven.

 These friends would also be joining me on my fabulous vacation: 

In other news, I am heading out to the Hamptons for the first time this weekend.

Human-to-bed ratio: 7:1

How will that work you wonder? No idea. Hoping a visit to the Talkhouse will have me more excited to be sleeping on the floor.

C'est parfait.

I haven't yet mentioned my absolute adoration of French culture; I feel such an inexplicable, magnetic draw to the language, style, and music. I can imagine myself strolling along the Seine in Paris after a long night of dancing in this fabulous dress. Set to Sydney Bechet's "Si tu vois ma mère", the title track from Midnight in Paris, I would stop at a cafe for a café au lait and an almond croissant. All would be right in the world.

C'est parfait, n'est-ce pas?