Love Notes

Welcome to August in Love Note land.  You can rest assured that here, we are still in high summer mode - corduroy and chocolate brown be damned.  Fall will not appear on these proverbial pages until the thermometer drops significantly and the sun moves west in the late afternoon sky.    

Today we're going retro.  If you're reading this on your phone, the top of the header image actually says V O G U E (not O G U).  I couldn't figure out how to fix that, so let's just say my techy skills are going retro as well.

Come with me back a few decades, to when French Vogue was 500 francs.  Do you remember packing your beach tote with a stack of fabulous magazines, a few cold drinks (Tab, anyone?),  a bit of needlepoint and a good book?   I bet you can close your eyes and conjure the scent of Sea & Ski.  Or maybe you were a baby oil and tin foil reflector kind of girl?    READ MORE

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This photo is sort of like us.  A Love Note Reader's view of the world.  We see a beautiful blue sea with soft summery laundry billowing in the foreground.  We can almost feel the sunshine on our shoulders,  a breeze wafting through salty hair.  We ignore what looks like a platoon of icebergs passing by in the background.   This is our nature.

The iceman has already cometh, we're all done with winter.  We expect this last gasp of March to exit like an Easter lamb.   And off we go.   READ MORE

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I am rather irked by the parade of brown prints and suede boots high-stepping their way into my Instagram feed this week.  And so begins my annual lament:  let the sultry magic of summer linger a bit longer.   

Hellooooo.  It's still July, people.   

After all, the days are still long and the evenings still warm ... why break the enchantment? 
  
Lounge in the sun with a good book.  
Bite into a peach and let the juice drip down your chin.  
Be still.  Be here.  In this one precious moment.  READ MORE

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I stumbled upon this curious shell tree during a March beach walk in Boca Grande, and got to wondering about its architect ...  was he or she a he or she?  Young or old?  A local or a visitor like me? 

Several decades ago, while I stumbled along towards an unpreventable divorce, a therapist told me I was "a searcher".   Well I certainly was searching then -  for a way to mend this enormously sad situation I was facing.   But what else did she really mean?

I'm still searching for the answer.  READ MORE

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Today's note is but a brief postcard.   It was my last weekend in Florida, and while I'm clothed in a wee bit more than the two gals above*, I am 100 percent embracing their vibe.   As you read this, I'll be on a plane home - and after a crazy successful and fun trunk show at the Gasparilla Inn, I took these last few days off (mostly) to kick back and soak in the sun.
 
I hope your week is soaked with sunshine, fair winds and following seas.   READ MORE

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