Window Shopping in Savannah.

Any sign with this on it has me at hello....and how can you NOT walk in when the window out front looks like this...

  

Do you see that dress form?? Look at all those layers of fabric.  

And this just beckons you in. I way dying right about here, btw.  Can you see that chair peaking out?

Here's it's sister, Ms. Slipper Chandy.

I wanted to take everything here home. Including that dress made out of black leaves.  What a halloween display.  Glass skulls, check.  Mercury Arsenic bottles, check. Black leaf dress, of course, check.

 

Eye Candy

    Yes, that's me in the reflection being a total geek. My stepdaughter would not be amused.         Especially since this is sacred ground to her.  Love this school. Love this town.  Now, i have to tell you, i broke the law on the next 2 pictures.  Ok, not the law per se,  but definitely a rule.  To be fair to ME, i didn't see the sign that said NO PICTURES until i was walking out.  SO...i'm adhering to the rule of "do, then ask forgiveness."

This is the school's design shop that the student's run, and the inventory is the students' portfolio work.  


But seriously...how can you look at this picture and NOT want to climb into your monitor? This was such a great shop with so much to see.  Very 'anthropology-ish'.  And i was diggin' it.  I didn't want to leave.  All of this eye candy.  I saw at least 2 paintings that i could have walked out of there with, definitely wanted some of the sparkly handmade jewelry in the case - all one of kind made by the students.  And books.  LOTS of books on design, Savannah, coastal towns, home decor, art. sigh.

I'm telling you, I cannot wait to go back to Savannah.  I love this town.  I love the inspiration I get here. I love the feeling that time may not stop, but it definitely slows down to a manageable pace.  Look at these pillows.  Look at the front one with the cow.  I WANT THAT DAMN COW PILLOW.  Look at what they have them displayed in - I want this crib thing.  I want it all.

Please go to Savannah.  Please go and support this shop.  The students would appreciate it.  And if you can, stuff me into your suitcase when you go.  I don't take up much room.  I promise.

Stalking Savannah

A few weeks ago, I started to feel overwhelmed.  The new house, vacation, and then to add to it, my mom started pressuring me about having a real wedding, instead of elopement. 

                                          The Eliza Thompson House, Front Door (5 West Jones St)

And then, i kind of lost it.  Like crying, getting sick to my stomach, losing it.  That happens when things start going against my gut.

                                 The Hamilton Turner Inn (even more prettier in person, trust me, this picture does not do it justice).

The man stepped in, and was able to get me away for one night to Savannah.  Is there any city more southern, in a romantic sort of way, than Savannah?  

                        View down Jones street, across from Eliza Thompson House. sigh.  I could live here.

He walked all over with me, holding my hand, kissing my forehead, talking sense into me. Loving me.


 
                                Just dreamy....even in 100 degree weather.


He fixed my camera when the exposure got screwed up and then re-tracked to places that we had already gone so that I could snap these pics.
 

I want to be in a gorgeous wedding dress, photographed here....

We went to dinner at Vics on the riverfront.  Had the most amazing dinner.  Fried green tomatoes with feta cheese and this wonderful peppercorn sauce, and crab cakes that were to die for.  

                                                          Beautiful statue in the middle of the park - I think this one is Capt. Oglethorpe.

We were surrounded by live oaks, and spanish moss, and the brightest, greenest ferns I have ever seen.

I didn't want to leave.  Even with the new house waiting to be unpacked. I wanted to be selfish and have this man, and this town, and this time....just to be.  Ever felt that way?