Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Back (Sort of...)

Ollie and I are back from our Honeymoon in Charleston, South Carolina but we are not quite back at work yet.

I think we are very wise to be milking the whole "Honeymoon" thing and taking a few days to ourselves, just here at home (or at least very nearby) before we get back in the saddle again.

Right now we are enjoying a piece of leftover wedding cake (Thanks, Pam!) and some tea and the prospect of sleeping in our own bed again.

There's no place like home.

In the meantime you should all know that I popped in the shop this afternoon and saw the complete collection of new Echino fabrics by Etsuko Furuya sitting there, looking all luscious.

Plus some new Nani Iro double gauzes and some of the dots from the ongoing Echino collection.

Dee-lish.

They're not up online yet but I have an inkling that they will be tomorrow.

I am far from being back in the swing of things, but I did want to pop in and say "Hi."

Maybe I will see some of you at the Early Bird Sale or at the Late Riser's Sale on Saturday!

(After that I will be back for realz.)

XO,

Rhea

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We visited Drayton Hall while we were in Charleston, and learned all about the differences between "Preservation" and "Restoration." Thanks, Kathy!

For the record, Charleston, South Carolina is the most jaw-some-est city ever. I liked it a lot. I really wish it wasn't so durned far away. I wish it were possible to have two of me: one to live here in my little house in Maine and manage the shop and one to live in an Ante-Bellum that survived the War and the Earthquake of 1886 and I would eat at the Cru Cafe on Pinckney Street all day long. That is all.

2 comments:

Tina @ Squirrel Acorns said...

LOVE Charleston! I hope you had a great time.

christinaadams said...

I took my Southern honeymoon in Chawleston, too, along with Savannah. Loved that city. Especially enjoyed the history, Gullah information and art, and the food...best fried green tomatoes there ever. And the Confederacy museum was fascinating, a real contrast to the black history/underground railroad tour we took too.