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When sunny days turned into overcast afternoons, we packed up our beach blankets and headed a few miles down the road to a Victorian estate named after the island it took root on: Jekyll Island Club Hotel. 

After an afternoon of wine tasting at Chateau Elan, we popped down the road to a new steak restaurant that opened in Braselton’s quaint downtown.  Cotton Calf Kitchen, a contemporary classic steakhouse, was beckoning for us to try her out to fill the empty stomachs we acquired after tasting our way through the winery.  Sweater

I don’t know where artichokes fit in as a Southern delicacy, but butter definitely is.  I can’t believe there was a time in my life where I boycotted butter (and anything with fat or sugar in it) and opted for butter flavored substances instead.  I’d say the greatest thing about dating a Southerner is that he

Obsessed.  The one word I can easily say that describes my feelings towards this tartan skirt from Vineyard Vines. Completely and utterly obsessed with this Vineyard Vines plaid skirt.  Skirt(sold out) similar here & here || Tights (last season) similar|| Suede heels (sold out) similar || White Blouse (from summer) similar&love this version|| Necklace || Purse

My favorite thing about living in the South is the traditions I’ve been picking up over the years: like how to write a proper thank you note, packing more by packing less, investing in timeless pieces of clothing, hosting the perfect party, and creating signature treats, dishes and cocktails. (You can find all of these

A couple weekends ago, Monique, Paolo, and I decided to make the most of a crisp Fall day and drive along Georgia’s Wine Highway in Dahlonega to find a good place to whet our whistle.  Off of Hwy 60, Riley Road pointed us towards an interesting sign labeled “Wolf Mountain Vineyards” so we whipped our

On our last morning we awoke hungry and sad.  After packing our bags and leaving a tip for the housekeeper, we said our goodbyes to the founders of SBS, Jessica and Cathy, and headed off in search of a big ol’ Southern biscuit.  The night before we stumbled upon a little hole in the wall