Emerson Fry* seems to flutter perfectly in-between uptown prep and beach goddess hippie. (which is my favorite combo of all time) All the pieces look timeless - of the moment, but could be vintage - and are decidedly not cookie-cutter-straight-out-of-the-J.Crew-catalogue.
I’m going through a white shirt moment right now (as in, you can never have too many) and this silk tuxedo shirt fits the bill. The drape is insane and while I love the white on white look, I would pop some crazy colored trousers underneath this, throw on some heels and call it day. That my friends, is the beauty of a white shirt: we all wear it differently.
P.S. Love the love beads? Me too. Here you go…
*formerly Emerson Made.
This weekend was the kind of weekend that takes the stuffing out of you. Road-trippin’, dock diving, sun lounging, thigh burning, silly photo taking, white wine on ice drinking and general merriment making can make a girl really tired. Also throw in cooking breakfast for 20+ people while hungover. Now that’s a feat…
The Man’s family all went to Summerland Key (about 20 miles outside of Key West) to celebrate his parents 50th wedding anniversary. Let’s just all ponder 50 years spent with someone you love…
It was a wonderful, wonderful weekend.
Some chemistry glass that I thrifted yesterday. It will be in the store if I ever get around to it…
I just read the average American woman owns 17 pairs of shoes. I decidedly do not fit that bill.
My shoe number just got one higher because of these babies from Zara. They go with everything - from crops to maxis - and they’re comfortable too.
P.S. Guess my shoe number?
The newest member of our deck plant family: a prickly pear. It’s almost like sculpture. It’s also slightly anthropomorphic: I want to name him Bob for some reason.
A two year old amaryllis bulb bloomed this spring. I almost threw it out this past winter. I’m so glad I didn’t.
Bromiliads, a wayward fern and geranium.
Our little Buddha faces east (as one should) and gets beat by the sun every day. I don’t think he cares.