so my friend mary jo rightly placed me in a time out for last week’s tantrum regarding my desire to pack up my lovely beach life for farm living in the midwest.

she made clear to me how much i do love my house, neighborhood, and the people in my community, whom i adore so much i practically need restraints; my gushing sometimes leaves bruises and broken bones on the people i idolize. 

so forget the real estate agent, find me a travel agent.

apparently i just need a vacation.


it’s been since november since i’ve taken any time off for leisure, and by golly i’ve earned it.

so this august i’m planning to take a giant, juicy, my legs get stiff and sore from all of the sleeping, week off.

now i just need to decide where to go.


savannah is definitely in the running. so is charleston, and i think i want to rent a house rather than stay in a hotel. 

does anyone have any experience with that? i’ve never done it before.


i’ve been eyeing this cozy cabin in the smoky mountains of tennessee. it’s equipped with a creek, pond, and barn to complete my farmer’s wife fantasy.

one week here and i’m sure i’ll exorcise any appetite for rural living, or…..who knows? maybe i’ll come back on horseback rather than plane.


the outer banks are definitely in the running. ever since i read the anne rivers siddons’ 9th grade, rite of passage novel, i’ve been obsessed with getting myself to the eastern shore. i have this fantasy that my fancy for one-pieced bathing suits and all things madra will not look so out of place here. 


maine has always been on my wish list too. i would stay in this spot all day long….i’d just have to find a place to plug in my coffee maker….


is there anywhere else you can suggest? somewhere the night air is hot, one-piece bathing suits are the norm, and people don’t have their cell phones on the dinner tables?


oh…and it has to be somewhere i’ve never been before.

where do you want to go this summer?