The Cure for Every Broken Heart: Shopping, the Beach, and a Glass of Wine

Sometimes, you have to run away.

Running away used to mean packing a juice, cookies, and my favorite doll in a hand-me-down purse and sitting on the curb of the street.

It’s not nearly so easy anymore.

Sometimes the weight of it all becomes so heavy that we just have to get out of town. There may not be any one cause for it- perhaps it’s too much work. Perhaps it’s the loss of a friend. Perhaps it’s finding out people just aren’t as honest as they used to be (or perhaps they never were and it’s just easier to discover).

Sometimes it’s just that home has started to swallow our souls until we cannot bear it anymore.

So we put on our best sunglasses, pick out on song list for the drive, and set out to get away.

Three hours or more in the car to get to a chance of scenery, to see the Spanish Moss beckon us towards a path away from it all.

For me, it’s not only getting to the beach but everything that comes with it. St. Simons might be where many of us go to get away, or even to faux-get-away where we can still see everyone, but I still find a way to avoid everyone. Being out and about around town can wear you down, and even when I try to relax it turns in to work.

 

 

First stop: Tibi. Tibi is my cure all for everything. It’s beating out the sorority/high schools girls that I used to be once upon a time to the sample sale rack to find a deal. I’m not sure I’ve ever left Tibi without something that left me feeling renewed and victorious. This time it’s a silk dress with a windowpane pattern detail along the collar and sleeves. AND a zipper detail at the wrist.

 

 

Second stop: Bailey Boys– because I have to find items for my sweet babies. This trip left me with the realization that my sweet son B has outgrown this style. But I still managed to find some toys for him. And of course sweet baby girl LK will always be my girly girl.

Drive home, to the beach home. Breathe in the salt air. Walk along the sidewalks in the Village, walk down the pier. Mingle in the vintage shop, peruse the records with no idea of what I want.

Find my way in to Palm Beach Cafe– which as long as it’s been here I’ve never been in before.

 

A glass of Pinot Noir and conversation with a newly found friend. Dinner with my family later at the well-worth-the-wait Iguana’s.

 

And then, today, more Village shopping- making a stop at Dutchman’s and dreaming about buying everything they have for the home I hope to own someday. Until then I am satisfied with a pretty pair of earrings and fellow Middle Georgian James Farmer’s “Porch Living” book.

 

 

 

Yes, I surely needed to get away. This is what I needed. And back home again- just soon enough- tomorrow morning.

 

 

Love to all y’all,

 

Molly