Monograms are ubiquitous below the Mason-Dixon line. Heading south on I-95, you’ll start to spot initials in pink script on the rear windows of SUVs. Once reserved for fine linens, stationery and silver, you’ll find them on beer koozies, golf club covers and baseball caps. Nothing is safe. A quick Google search revealed that Etsy shops specializing in monogrammed items do… View Post
Back in Pennsylvania, I’d have to wait until June for tasty local strawberries. Anything off-season or imported was bland and not worth the trouble or expense. Here in South Carolina, strawberry season starts in February. That’s when I bought my first carton from Boone Hall Plantation. Visitors can pick them in the fields or purchase from the market. I just… View Post
Food. Food. Glorious Food. Both my hometown and new town have their signature eats. Here’s the not-so-skinny on how they stack up. PHILLY FARE: If you’re not in the City of Brotherly Love, you’re not eating a real Philly Cheesesteak. Some swear these need the city’s air and water to taste just right. Wit or witout, these sandwiches are made of paper thin, chopped… View Post
So how did I end up here? My husband and I visited Charleston for my cousin Michael’s wedding on a unseasonably warm weekend in March. We hadn’t packed for the 80-degree weather, so our first stop was King Street for clothes shopping. Pastel-painted brick and stucco store facades lined the quaint cobblestone street. It was way more magical than a… View Post